Chapter: 845
When Hua Ci revealed her spiritual power attributes, several people had roughly concluded that she was not lying, because only the spiritual power of medical practitioners could be so soft and warm, but now after seeing Hua Ci's methods, they realized that she was a bit underestimating her.
This level of healing speed is not something that ordinary doctors can achieve, which undoubtedly shows that the doctors in front of them are extremely skilled.
"Which sect are you from?" asked the eighth cultivator that day.
"Sans Xiu." Of course, Hua Ci would not be so stupid as to tell others that she belonged to the Jade Blood Sect.
The eight monks were noncommittal that day.
Among the casual cultivators, there are various schools, but the number of medical cultivators is the least, and very few medical cultivators become casual cultivators, because all medical cultivators, regardless of their level of cultivation, or their superb medical skills, are all recruited by various sects. The goal.
No sect would despise their own doctors and cultivators.
Especially a ninth-layer like Huaci, whose cultivation level is considered to be good in the Lingxi battlefield, how could he be a wild medical practitioner.
However, the cultivators of Wanmo Ridge didn't want to get to the bottom of it. Right now, they have captured Hua Ci alive. Although they won't kill her, if she wants to regain her freedom, she has to make the sect behind her pay a price to redeem her. up.
At that time, we will naturally find out her origin.
This can be regarded as an unwritten rule in the Lingxi battlefield since ancient times.
"Hand over the storage bag!" The eighth monk stretched out his hand that day.
Hua Ci didn't resist, took off the storage bag at her waist, and threw it to the other party. There was nothing in her storage bag, at most it was some spiritual pills and stones for cultivation, and a few spiritual weapons .
A while later, the group set off again. Several Wanmoling monks thought that Hua Ci's imperial weapon was too slow, so they simply let the eight monks carry her.
No one restricted her freedom, and there was no abuse, because no one felt that a ninth-level medical practitioner would pose any threat to them.
"Where are you going?" Hua Ci asked.
"Wandulin!" Brother Tianba, who was flying the imperial weapon, replied casually.
Hua Ci nodded slightly, and said no more, the monks from Wanmo Ridge probably would never have imagined that it was Hua Ci's satisfactory answer that allowed them to escape.
Carried forward by monk Tianba, it is much faster than the flying speed of Huaci's own imperial weapon.
In the depths of the Wandu Forest, Lu Ye's silent consciousness began to recover, slowly waking up.
The body feels a little weak, and it can't be recovered after a few days of cultivation, but the bloody clothes on his body have been taken off, and the wounds are all bandaged up, which should be Yiyi's handwriting.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"It's been almost two days." Yiyi took the water bag from the storage bag and handed it to Lu Ye.
Lu Ye took it, gulped it down, and turned to look around.
The magic circle arranged before is still in operation. The land covered by the magic circle is isolated from the erosion of the poisonous mist, but outside the magic circle, it is full of emerald green color flowing, which is the poison flowing in the Ten Thousand Poison Forest. barrier.
On the light curtain of the magic circle, there were constant stabbing sounds. It was obvious that the poison was eroding the magic circle, but as long as there were enough spirit stones, there was no need to worry about the light curtain of the magic circle being damaged.
There is some green flowing on Yiyi's body, which is obviously a sign of poisoning.
Looking at the giant armor again, the situation is even more serious. The whole person is green, with deeply sunken eye sockets, and looks like he is dying. If the giant armor is not strong enough, he might have been poisoned to death.
Only Amber has a clear aura on her body.
"What I gave you is useless?" Lu Ye frowned. JrNovels.com
This level of healing speed is not something that ordinary doctors can achieve, which undoubtedly shows that the doctors in front of them are extremely skilled.
"Which sect are you from?" asked the eighth cultivator that day.
"Sans Xiu." Of course, Hua Ci would not be so stupid as to tell others that she belonged to the Jade Blood Sect.
The eight monks were noncommittal that day.
Among the casual cultivators, there are various schools, but the number of medical cultivators is the least, and very few medical cultivators become casual cultivators, because all medical cultivators, regardless of their level of cultivation, or their superb medical skills, are all recruited by various sects. The goal.
No sect would despise their own doctors and cultivators.
Especially a ninth-layer like Huaci, whose cultivation level is considered to be good in the Lingxi battlefield, how could he be a wild medical practitioner.
However, the cultivators of Wanmo Ridge didn't want to get to the bottom of it. Right now, they have captured Hua Ci alive. Although they won't kill her, if she wants to regain her freedom, she has to make the sect behind her pay a price to redeem her. up.
At that time, we will naturally find out her origin.
This can be regarded as an unwritten rule in the Lingxi battlefield since ancient times.
"Hand over the storage bag!" The eighth monk stretched out his hand that day.
Hua Ci didn't resist, took off the storage bag at her waist, and threw it to the other party. There was nothing in her storage bag, at most it was some spiritual pills and stones for cultivation, and a few spiritual weapons .
A while later, the group set off again. Several Wanmoling monks thought that Hua Ci's imperial weapon was too slow, so they simply let the eight monks carry her.
No one restricted her freedom, and there was no abuse, because no one felt that a ninth-level medical practitioner would pose any threat to them.
"Where are you going?" Hua Ci asked.
"Wandulin!" Brother Tianba, who was flying the imperial weapon, replied casually.
Hua Ci nodded slightly, and said no more, the monks from Wanmo Ridge probably would never have imagined that it was Hua Ci's satisfactory answer that allowed them to escape.
Carried forward by monk Tianba, it is much faster than the flying speed of Huaci's own imperial weapon.
In the depths of the Wandu Forest, Lu Ye's silent consciousness began to recover, slowly waking up.
The body feels a little weak, and it can't be recovered after a few days of cultivation, but the bloody clothes on his body have been taken off, and the wounds are all bandaged up, which should be Yiyi's handwriting.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"It's been almost two days." Yiyi took the water bag from the storage bag and handed it to Lu Ye.
Lu Ye took it, gulped it down, and turned to look around.
The magic circle arranged before is still in operation. The land covered by the magic circle is isolated from the erosion of the poisonous mist, but outside the magic circle, it is full of emerald green color flowing, which is the poison flowing in the Ten Thousand Poison Forest. barrier.
On the light curtain of the magic circle, there were constant stabbing sounds. It was obvious that the poison was eroding the magic circle, but as long as there were enough spirit stones, there was no need to worry about the light curtain of the magic circle being damaged.
There is some green flowing on Yiyi's body, which is obviously a sign of poisoning.
Looking at the giant armor again, the situation is even more serious. The whole person is green, with deeply sunken eye sockets, and looks like he is dying. If the giant armor is not strong enough, he might have been poisoned to death.
Only Amber has a clear aura on her body.
"What I gave you is useless?" Lu Ye frowned. JrNovels.com
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