Ye Feng already had a way to treat Wang Tong in his heart, and only the disease transfer technique of knowing the fate in the Heart Sutra of the Medical God could completely cure Wang Tong.

He noticed that among the rocks around him, a large red-headed centipede crawled out, its whole carapace was red and shiny, the length of a person's forearm, and a pair of long whiskers were constantly swinging in the air.

It smelled the blood, and swayed frantically dozens of pairs of fiery red feet, quickly swimming towards the remaining blood stains on the ground.

Seeing a big centipede crawl out, the beauties of the Flower Shifting Palace lost their faces one after another, screaming and retreating to the side, Jiang Yuxin looked even more disgusted to death.

Only Lan Ling'er stared at the red-headed big centipede with interest, this big centipede is probably a bit old, and it can just be used as food for the three treasures.

The big centipede crawled in front of a bloodstain, stretched out its mouthparts and greedily sucked the blood, and in a short time sucked a small pool of blood clean.

Ye Feng thought about it, pointed at Wang Tong, who was about to breathe, and smiled: "I think he can still be saved." ”

Zhao Yizhi showed a look of disdain: "Do you want to use your own internal force to righten his internal organs? That's just a waste of effort, even if you save him, he will be a wasted person." ”

Ye Feng smiled and said: "You are wrong, not only can he be saved, but after being rescued, he can still be alive and lively, and he can continue to cultivate any kung fu in Fangcun Mountain." ”

Thinking that Ye Feng intended to show off, Zhao Yizhi's face was full of anger: "Impossible." Sect Master Ye, even if I misunderstood the injury of the monk of Xuankong Temple just now, but I am 100% sure of the injury of this disciple of Fangcun Mountain, and no doctor can cure it, even if you are an immortal. ”

"Haha, I can really cure him, I can make him alive in no time. ”

Zhao Yizhi was so angry that he almost roared: "You are talking big and grandstanding." ”

"We have no evidence, do you dare to bet with me, if I really save him as I said, so that he can jump alive immediately, what will you do?"

Zhao Yizhi's face turned red with anger, and his mind quickly reconfirmed that there was no problem with his diagnosis, and he said very confidently: "If you can really cure him, I will worship you as a teacher." ”

Ye Feng looked disdainful: "Cut, you want to apprentice, I don't want to accept it yet." ”

He actually disdained to worship him as a teacher, feeling deeply insulted by Ye Feng, Zhao Yizhi was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Ye Feng sneered: "I don't embarrass you, I heard that you are an alchemist of Taiyi Sect, a Heavenly Spirit Pill, how about it?"

Zhao Yizhi gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, just according to your idea, if you lose, give me a Heavenly Spirit Pill." ”

Mr. Mo Da and Mo Er glanced at each other, if they were usual, they would definitely think that it was very interesting to bet on a Heavenly Spirit Pill, but now they are concerned about the life and death of their disciples, and they have no interest, watching Ye Feng bet with Zhao Yizhi.

"Then you have the Heavenly Spirit Pill ready. ”

Ye Feng's hand gently pressed on Wang Tong's Heavenly Spirit *** force, and his palm sucked in violently, and a wisp of black qi was sucked out of Wang Tong's Heavenly Spirit Acupoint.

Turning his hand and throwing it, the black qi hit the red-headed centipede, and the red-headed centipede was about to crawl towards another pool of bloodstained blood, and suddenly, the whole body rolled up, rolled into a ball, and constantly twitched.

Ye Feng once again observed Wang Tong with the eyes of the Knowing Destiny, and was secretly frightened, Wang Tong's injury was too serious, only a wisp of black sickness qi was extracted, and there were more than ten black qi in his body, which were entangled with his own cyan life essence, constantly devouring the life essence and transforming it into black qi little by little.

He secretly urged the wisp of the divine power of the primeval god clan in the dantian, and a violent wind rose from the ground.

Ye Feng's current cultivation is no longer in the realm of ancient martial arts, measured by the innate peak, he has inherited the bloodline of the primeval god clan, and his godhead has just become a half-star divine power.

Once this divine power is activated, it is like a raging sea, surging.

Mr. Mo Da, who was standing beside him, felt a pressure that made him unbearable, and he rushed over.

He knew that there was only one person who could send out this kind of pressure, and that was Ye Feng, when he attacked Ye Feng with his mind, he was counterattacked by Ye Feng's mind, and he felt this kind of continuous wave-like pressure.

He hurriedly used his internal strength to resist, and with his innate peak realm, he actually had enough strength to barely resist it.

What shocked him the most was that the power generated by Ye Feng was not aimed at him, but when he was healing Wang Tong's injuries, the aftermath of the power in his body only affected him.

He was secretly frightened, if he confronted it head-on, what kind of pressure would he face, could it be that Ye Feng's cultivation really exceeded the innate peak? What kind of realm was that?

Ye Feng just concentrated on Wang Tong, and didn't see the surprise on Mr. Mo's face.

Whoosh, more than a dozen wisps of black qi were peeled off by him, all of them were pulled out of Wang Tongtianling's cover, and all of them hit the twitching centipede.

I heard a crunching sound in the centipede's body, and countless spider silk-like remnants appeared on the hard and bright shell, and after a while, the centipede straightened up and stopped moving.

No one noticed the change in the centipede, they were all paying attention to Wang Tongqi's sudden ruddy color, and they didn't see Ye Feng's fingers inhaling and pulling movements.

Only Lan Ling'er could see it best, she originally thought of catching the red-headed big centipede to make food for her three treasures, so that the three treasures could have a full meal.

Unexpectedly, he found that Ye Feng's wrist shook, his fingers kept volleying in the air, and the hard shell of the red-headed big centipede was shattered into fragments like broken glass.

The air suddenly froze, and everyone looked at Wang Tong, who was already half dead, in surprise.

Wang Tong actually opened his eyes, although his face was covered with blood, those eyes were bright, not like a person who was injured or killed at all, but like he had just woken up from a sweet dream in the morning.

He got up from the ground and watched in amazement as a bunch of people surrounded him, especially Mr. Mo Da and Mr. Mo Er.

He bowed to Mr. Mo Da and Mr. Mo Er in trepidation and said, "Sect Master, Master, why are you here, am I not breaking into the battle, why did I suddenly fall asleep?"

Ye Feng smiled disappre一门ly, when he extracted the dead black qi in Wang Tong's body, he also extracted some damaged memories, which was unavoidable, only after a period of recovery, Wang Tong could recover his memory.

Seeing that Wang Tong was really alive and kicking, there was nothing to do, and Mr. Mo Da was injured because of his disciple's injury, which affected the unhappiness of the prefecture-level ancient martial arts competition, and eliminated most of it.

He laughed, pointed at Ye Feng and said, "You were injured by the boulder that collapsed the mountain just now, it was Sect Master Ye who saved you, you have to thank him for saving your life." ”

Wang Tong saw that the ground was in shambles, and some unpleasant memories flashed out of his mind, remembering that he had been hit by a falling rock, his face turned blue with fright, and he quickly knelt down to Ye Feng: "Thank you Sect Master Ye for saving your life." ”

(End of chapter)