"Palace Master, even though the King of Medicine is here, he still has no cure.
This injury is too severe, the purpose is to destroy his throat..." the doctor from Sibu said in embarrassment.
Huanyue Sect Master patted Di An on the back: "It's okay, it will be better in the future."
"Is there any difference between me who can't play the flute and me who's dead?"
Even Dean's throat hurts every time he speaks a word, as if it has been cut by a knife.
Huanyue Sect Master hesitated for a moment and walked towards Dongzhou Camp: "Qingyue Medicine Sect Master, can you take a look at the injuries of our disciples?"
The Medicine Sect Master looked at the empress. After nodding his head softly, the Medicine Sect Master and the Grand Master all came to Di An.
Di'an opened his mouth. After observing for a while, the two Medicine Sect seniors shook their heads.
"Master Huanyue, this injury is extremely serious. It will be difficult to speak in the future, let alone continue to play the flute."
Master Yao said.
Dean was in complete despair, like a walking zombie without a soul, slumped on the ground and stared blankly ahead.
He is a good old man from the Huanyue Divine Sect, with good intentions, and has saved many people with his flute.
Dean learned the flute at the age of three. He may not be as talented as others, but his love for the flute does not belong to any music master! Dean raised his hand to cover his eyes, a pair of embroidered soft boots stopped beside him, and an ethereal voice sounded.
: "Sit up and let me see your throat."
After putting it down, the young man looked up along the clothes in front of him and saw a stunning face.
Empress of Dongzhou... "Empress, you..." Master Huanyue was surprised.
"My medical skills are not great, but I still want to do my best. Let me see. Maybe I am doing something wrong?"
Qing Ge smiled slightly.
Master Huanyue Sect and Master Dark Hall looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
Dean opened his mouth obediently, his throat was deep red, and the pungent smell of blood rushed out, Qing Ge narrowed his eyes.
Mu Qingxue did it on purpose.
After Qing Ge checked, Di An closed his lips and looked away blankly.
I know very well about my own voice that I may never be able to play the flute in this life.
Thinking of this, Di'an felt so miserable that he didn't want to live.
"Empress, how are you?"
Huanyue Sect Leader can be said to have broken the pot. After all, the Medicine Sect Leader, the Grand Master and the four doctors were all helpless with their injuries. How could a young girl do it, even if she was a famous empress in the world?
"It can be cured."
Qingge took out two pills, namely the Hemostatic Pill and the Wind-Condensing Pill, and placed them in Di'an's hand: "The Hemostatic Pill melted and the Wind-Condensing Pill was kept in my mouth. After the ceremony to sacrifice to the heaven is over, I will
Heal your throat."
"Is it really okay?"
Master Huanyue asked.
"It can be cured, but the process is a bit painful. Are you afraid of the pain?"
Qingge looked at Dean with a smile.
Di'an shook his head like a rattle, "Don't be afraid, Di'an is not afraid of pain."
"Hold the Wind Condensing Pill and don't swallow it."
Singing softly.
"De'an, please go back to the loft of the villa and rest."
The leader of the Huanyue Sect said.
"It's better to stay here and continue to wait and see."
Qingge smiled lightly: "The excitement hasn't begun yet. It will be a pity if you miss it."
Huanyue Sect Master and Dark Hall Master both looked deeply at Qing Ge, seeming to understand what Qing Ge meant.
However, the practitioners in Dongzhou all know that there are few who are extraordinary in strength, not even as strong as the two dead Zhang Yus.
What confidence does the empress have that Dongzhou can write a wonderful story?
"Sister..." When Qingge was about to return to the Dongzhou camp, Ye Jingjing murmured something in a low voice. Qingge came over and pinched Ye Jingjing's face, "The hall master treats you very well, and sister can rest assured. Our Jingjing
If you are wronged, don’t worry, don’t be afraid, my sister will take care of everything.”
Ye Jingjing's heart felt warm, but her eyes were still red, and she said unwillingly: "I hate her hair. I hate it so much that I want to burn it all."
Her sister, who is dressed in red and has silver hair, is as beautiful as an elf and has an alluring appearance. How can she be compared to a clown?
Ye Jingjing looked disgusted.
"Okay, burn it down with a fire."
He smiled softly and left the four camps immediately.
"..." The battle between two independent lands requires five rounds each.
Three wins out of five games.
After the battle of Di'an, Yang Hong beat the gong and announced the victory of Zhonglin Mountain to the public.
Yang Hong continued: "This battle will be between Dongzhou and God's Domain!"
A simple sentence stirred up millions of waves, and everyone was making noises. They opened their eyes wide and braced themselves to look at the divine domain, Dongzhou, where the undercurrent of tit-for-tat had already begun to rise before the battle.
Everyone knows that Dongzhou was once one of the five continents in the Divine Realm. This Eastern Emperor was still personally enthroned by the former Divine Lord, but now they hate each other and are the subject of conversation and laughter among the cultivators after dinner.
When the gongs and drums were beating, Yang Hong said loudly: "Dongzhou, God's Domain, please send young warriors."
Sing softly and close your eyes to fall asleep.
"Let me do this first battle."
Liu Yan'er wiped the Waning Moon Sword and put away the handkerchief: "My Waning Moon Sword has been lonely for a long time."
Qingge opened her eyes and smiled: "Master Liu, I'm waiting for your triumphant return."
Liu Yan'er walked forward with her back to Qing Ge, holding the knife in one hand and gently swinging it with the other. Her red skirt reached her buttocks, her slender white legs were very attractive, and the blood-red scar from between her eyebrows to her collarbone
, added too much fierceness.
"Warrior, put on the golden thread!"
After Yang Hong said that, Liu Yan'er and the warriors sent by God's Domain jumped to the Golden Thread Platform together.
The one sent by God’s Domain was Wang Yunhe’s youngest son and Wang Qinghong’s younger brother, Wang Shangdao.
The young master of Beizhou Prince's Palace! The king stands on the golden thread, holding a sword in both hands, his brows are sharp and heroic, and his face is as cold as frost.
He has never forgotten the death of his brother Wang Qinghong. Everyone on the territory of Dongzhou is a criminal.
Led by the empress, they were ruthless and cruel, and together they killed his excellent brother.
Since Wang Qinghong passed away, even if Wang Yunhe remained calm every day, Wang Shangdao would often see Wang Yuehe sighing in front of the window, and would go into the study to look at Wang Qinghong's portrait, staying there for several hours.
It's painful for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person away. The excellent son Wang Yunhe spent decades cultivating is just gone.
Wang Shangdao spread his hands sideways, and the sword field spread out, covering the entire Jinlu Platform.
The two long swords in his hands glowed with dazzling light. Wang Shangdao shouted loudly in a low voice and rushed away, leaving behind a series of afterimages wherever he passed.
The two swords moved up and down, piercing Liu Yan'er's eyebrows and the Dantian area of her waist respectively.
When the enemies met, they were extremely jealous. No one wanted to talk nonsense, and they fought cleanly! When Liu Yan'er's palm flew with the waning moon sword, he suddenly threw it in the right direction. He stepped on the tip of the sword and flew upwards with his body as light as a swallow.
The sword struck Wang Shangdao's left shoulder mercilessly.
"Dao'er, be careful!"
Wang Yunhe shouted.
Miss Bi Yuqing from Nanzhou Rong Mansion frowned: "Didn't you say that Mr. Liu from Dongzhou is not as powerful as an illusionist? Why is her explosive power so terrifying?"
Li Yuanhou stared at Jinlu Tai without hesitation. With his strength, he was dazzled after all.
He must concentrate on the heaven-sacrifice ceremony seriously.
Last night, he received news from Qinglian from Palace Master Ziyun.
The regent who protected his sister fell and entered the ice prison.
His sister has disappeared... His sister has protected him for so many years. He must quickly become stronger and protect her just like her sister protected him before.
"Sister, when Yuan'er grows up, Yuan'er will definitely protect you and prevent bad people from bullying you!"
Li Yuanhou stared at the place of battle, clenched his fists, and thought silently in his heart.
When Wang Shangdao's two swords collided with Liu Yan'er, they were unable to move Liu Yan'er at all.
Liu Yaner's body was hanging high in the air, and the knife in his hand was slashing down.
Wang Shangdao raised his hands above his head, and the two swords were staggered to resist the attack of the Waning Moon Sword.
Liu Yan'er sneered and took advantage of his unpreparedness to kick Wang Shangdao on the chin. Wang Shangdao fell backwards and flew out, hitting the edge of the Golden Thread Platform.
Soon after, Liu Yan'er quickly moved forward and stabbed Wang Shangdao's chest with a knife. Wang Shangdao burst out with the momentum of an illusionist, and Liu Yan'er flew backwards and retreated one after another.
Six sects of phantom masters! Are the kings already so strong?
Everyone looked at each other, full of surprise.
In the past, everyone knew about Wang Qinghong but not about Wang Shangdao.
After Wang Qinghong left, Wang Shangdao's strength soared thousands of miles and made so many breakthroughs! Wang Yunhe sat beside Li Yuanhou and whispered to the heads of Nanzhou, Beizhou, and the Tianshan sect.
"Master Wang, this son of yours is incredible. He is indeed a tiger father with no dog son. It seems that this heaven-sacrifice ceremony will be his moment of fame."