Ling Luoyu's footsteps suddenly stopped.

On the empty path in front, hundreds of inner disciples rushed over, escorted by dozens of core disciples.

They worked in groups of four, carrying stretchers.

The people on the stretcher were all bloodstained, motionless, and their lives and deaths were uncertain.

The man beside Mr. Jin had a gloomy face and stepped forward in a heavy manner.

"Send all the injured to the Buddha Medical Hall!"

"Yes!"

In response, the core disciple who led the way suddenly turned around and turned to the direction of the Buddhist Medical Hall.

Ling Luoyu stood there, looking at the injured people who passed by.

She didn't dare to step forward.

She was afraid that she would see the traces of the fat man in this group of wounded people.

Feng Chenglin was brought out by her, if there are three long and two short, Mo said that she can't explain to Feng Zaitang and Hao Qingyou, and she can't forgive herself.

But in her heart, she wanted to see his traces among these people.

It is better to see him here than to see him in the seventy or so people who have died.

In the midst of the entanglement, she finally saw a familiar figure.

"Fatty?!"

Ling Luoyu's feet trembled and he almost fell.

Feng Chenglin lay there motionless, his chest not even wanting to rise and fall.

"Wind Fat Man?!" With an exclamation, Ling Luoyu finally rushed out.

"What for?"

"Go back!"

The two inner disciples on both sides suddenly roared forward angrily, wanting to stop Ling Luoyu.

"Get out of here!"

Xuan Qi burst out, instantly knocking the two of them into the air.

At the moment when the Xuan Qi burst out, Mr. Jin and the men beside him were also alarmed.

Both of them turned their heads to look.

When they saw that it was a new outer disciple who was rushing towards them, the pupils of both of them shrank.

This year is really a lot of right and wrong!

The newly accepted disciples of the Xuanhuang rank are already a miracle among miracles, and now they have even jumped out of a Xuanshen Ninefold.

What are these people in the Qiyun Sect?!

Is it their self-imposed exile?!

The man was about to step forward, but Mr. Kim grabbed his wrist.

"Mr. Ji, the sect master is not here, let's take a look! Looking at her appearance, it doesn't look like she is hostile!! ”

Ling Luoyu rushed straight into the forest.

"Wind fatty?"

He lay there motionless, his face pale and colorless, as if he had stepped into the ghost gate.

Seeing that someone had broken through, the surrounding inner disciples immediately swarmed up, with the intention of dismantling Ling Luoyu into eight pieces.

"Go back!" Mr. Kim suddenly sighed.

The inner disciple was stunned, but he still obeyed the order and retreated.

In the crowd, Jin Wen also wanted to rush up to take a look at Feng Chenglin, but was stopped by Qi Dong.

"You don't want to die?!"

"But why is she okay when she goes?!"

"Can you compare her?!" Qi Dong's voice was trembling: "Didn't you feel the richness of her mysterious qi just now?!" That kind of power, I have only felt in gentlemen! ”

Ling Luoyu chased Feng Chenglin all the way, and after trying his pulse and heart pulse, his pupils constricted.

"Put him down!"

How could an inner disciple who carries people listen to the orders of an outer disciple?!

His eyes were cold, and a touch of mystical qi burst out, instantly bounce the four inner disciples away.

"Put it down!"

Under the snort, she dragged the stretcher with her left hand, landed calmly, and the golden needle flew in her right hand, stabbing Feng Chenglin's heart vein. Then three golden needles are pierced into the throat.

"Ahem......"

Feng Chenglin suddenly shouted wildly, turned over and spit out a mouthful of purple-black blood, and coughed with a bruised face.

With a light twist of his fingertips, Ling Luoyu withdrew the golden needle.

"Dead fatty, your maid is fateful, that is, you have touched me, otherwise even if you go to the Buddhist Medical Hall, that mouthful of blood will have blocked you a long time ago......"