To be honest, when the young man in rough clothes was silent before, Song He was really afraid that this young man with extraordinary strength would be bewitched by Juque, so he really agreed.
Based on this person's performance today, once Chrysostom is opened, probably no one will dare to object.
At that time, it will be difficult to take back the water that has been thrown out. Xingchen, who made the decision, may do some irrational things for the sake of his own face.
No matter how powerful this young man is, he is still a little younger and may lack experience. This is what Song He is worried about.
If Juque is really let go, and this young big shot leaves with a pat on his back, the area of the Oasis Camp may have to live in dire straits.
But what Song He didn't expect was that this young man who looked like he was only in his twenties would act so decisively. Just hearing the second sentence of Ju Que directly wiped out his intelligence.
For a moment, neither Song He, who was closer, nor the human cultivators who were farther away spoke, as if they were afraid that if they opened their mouths, they would destroy the solemn atmosphere.
What happened today was really full of twists and turns. The foreign spirits suddenly attacked the camp, and Juque also broke through to the level of the eighth-grade immortal. Song He, the strongest man in the oasis camp, was not his first combined enemy.
Under such a disadvantage, the destruction of the Oasis Camp was almost certain. Unexpectedly, at the moment when the entire army was about to be destroyed, two such powerful saviors would appear.
Not to mention the short-tempered man of the Fourth-Rank Immortal Lord, whether it is this young man in rough clothes or the woman in black who calls herself a "follower", their strength may not be inferior to that of the Eighth-Rank Immortal Lord.
Even from Juque's words just now, these people have more reason to believe that the young man in rough clothes is a strong man who has reached the ninth level of immortality, and may even be a demigod.
As for the real powerful God Emperor, they just dared to think about it, but no one thought it was true, especially the man named Xingchen, who even said it was not true just now.
In any case, the situation in the oasis camp today, from the inevitable destruction at the beginning to the strong counterattack at this time, although it has nothing to do with them, there is a touch of excitement on everyone's face.
More people are wildly speculating as to where such a talented and beautiful young evildoer came from. It is likely that the name of Lord Xingchen will be spread throughout the War Spirit Plains from now on.
"Xing...Lord Xingchen, can you...can you save my brother?"
In this quiet atmosphere, a slightly inappropriate voice suddenly came from it. It was made by Zhao Zhi, the sixth-grade immortal, and there was even a hint of crying in his voice.
To be honest, when Zhao Zhi asked this question, he didn't have much hope at all. With that person's strength and identity, how could he care about "ants" like them, the middle-grade Immortal Lord?
Zhao Zhi has been fooling around in Zhanlingyuan for more than ten years, and is used to the warmth and coldness of people. The more powerful cultivators are, the more they look down on low-level cultivators, and sometimes they don't even want to say a word to them.
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Except for the members of the War Spirit Team, it is impossible for anyone else to gain 100% trust. Especially after being injured, it will cost a lot to find someone to treat you.
Therefore, generally speaking, human cultivators who enter Zhanlingyuan will prepare their own wound medicine or recovery pills. This is why they have to return to Zhanlingcheng to recuperate every once in a while.
Sell the foreign spirit crystals you hunted, and then buy what you need at the various trading venues in War Spirit City for the next round of hunting.
Continuously strengthening oneself in the process of hunting, this is the original meaning of the existence of war spirits.
Zhao Zhi naturally knew how indifferent the cultivators in Zhanlingyuan were, but he saw that one of his brothers would gradually die if he did not receive treatment, so he decided to give it a try, regardless of whether there was any result.
However, after Zhao Zhi asked that question, not only did he not have high hopes, but he also felt a little sad, because he could sense that his brother was seriously injured and might not be able to save himself.
Even if a low-level god-level medical master is here, he may not be able to bring that person back to life. During the first wave of attack by the alien spirit, this person was penetrated by the undercurrent arrow and is now dying.
Whoosh!
However, just when Zhao Zhi lowered his head and felt sad secretly, a sound of breaking wind suddenly reached his ears, and then he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a familiar figure was standing in front of him.
"There's still help!"
The person who came was none other than Yun Xiao, and although the words in his mouth were soft, they were like fairy sounds in Zhao Zhi's ears. Seeing him hurriedly putting his brother down on the ground, he felt a little embarrassed.
You must know that the person in front of him just casually broke the neck of the eighth-grade immortal spirit. Zhao Zhi did not understand his character. If his brother's life was not in danger just now, he would not have dared to take this risk.
Puff puff puff...
Yun Xiao's luck was flying. In Zhao Zhi's eyes, the injuries that were irreversible seemed ordinary to him. At the same time, he secretly sighed that this guy was lucky. Those few undercurrent arrows did not hurt his heart.
Crucial.
Now Yun Xiao's soul power has reached the realm of demigod, which means that his pulse refining technique is far beyond that of ordinary immortal-level high-level pulse refining masters. When he uses the technique of healing pulse, it is even more powerful.
Handy.
The fingers of Yun Xiao's right hand were flying, and in the eyes of the cultivators in the oasis camp, there was a strange sense of beauty, which made both Song and He sigh inwardly, secretly thinking that this person's pulse refining technique is probably also very good.
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"Wow!"
After about a few breaths, the fifth-grade immortal cultivator who was so weak that he could not even speak suddenly stood up straight, and then spat out a large mouthful of black blood. His pale face became a little rosy.
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"Lao Wu, why don't you thank Lord Xingchen quickly!"
Zhao Zhi on the side was surprised and happy, but fortunately he did not lose his mind. While he was speaking, he saluted Yun Xiao first, which was a heartfelt thank you.
I originally thought that this brother couldn't survive, but I didn't expect that Lord Xingchen in front of me just clicked on his brother a few times. At this time, even Song and himself could sense the renewed vitality in Lao Wu.
"Thanks……"
Although Lao Wu woke up, his body was still extremely weak. He struggled to get up and salute, but was gently pressed by Yun Xiao. How could he care about these false salutes now?
"The two people over there still have a glimmer of hope, but the rest... are hopeless!"
Yun Xiao stretched out his hand, pointed in two directions, and then turned his attention to another place.
I saw him stretch out his hand, then gently pull it back, and a figure flew to where he was like flying through the clouds and mist.
"Boss!"
A voice resounded. It turned out that the person who was captured by Yun Xiao and brought back here was Guo Chao, who had been slapped by Juque before and had no idea whether he was alive or dead. He was also a cultivator of the sixth-grade Immortal Lord.
"Don't worry, you won't die!"
Yun Xiao turned his head, glanced at the fifth-grade Immortal Lord who was slightly cowering, and said softly, which made all the members of the Deguo Chao team heave a sigh of relief.
The previous Juque was so cruel that no one thought that Guo Chao could still survive after being slapped by it. Later, Guo Chao never appeared in everyone's sight. Everyone thought that the sixth-grade immortal was already dead.
die.
Even at this moment, Guo Chao, who was sucked back here by Yun Xiao, still closed his eyes tightly and even his breathing was so weak that it could be ignored.
If it weren't for the slight rise and fall in his chest, everyone would probably just think it was a dead person.
However, many human cultivators who have seen Yun Xiao's methods just now have great confidence in him. It seems that as long as the words spoken by this person are true, they will not be false.
Puff puff puff...
Yun Xiao, like before, tapped Guo Chao dozens of times, then stretched out his hand and wiped it on his waist, and stuffed a pill into the mouth of the person under him.
Such an action made everyone instantly understand that Guo Chao's injuries were probably much more serious than that of the man just now. Otherwise, with his medical skills, how could he still need elixirs?
"If I sense it correctly, it should be a... high-level immortal elixir!"
Not far away, Song He was actually an intermediate-level Immortal Pulse Refiner. Although he was seriously injured, his soul induction was still there. The words he blurted out at this moment made everyone take a breath.
Song He, who had broken through to the seventh level of Immortal Master, dreamed of having his pulse refining technique and breaking through to a high level of Immortal level. Unfortunately, this did not happen overnight, and he had been working hard for this for many years.
As for the pill that Yun Xiao stuffed into Guo Chao's mouth, even if the breath disappeared in a flash, Song He, who had a strong soul, still sensed some clues, and he was filled with emotion at the moment.
Immortal-level high-level elixirs are one of the most valuable things in Zhanlingyuan, especially those that can save lives and are sometimes the second life of a cultivator.
But now, the young man in rough clothes named Xingchen casually fed a high-level immortal elixir like a jelly bean to a sixth-level immortal he had never met.
This was the first time that Song Hezhen had seen such a wealthy cultivator, but even if he was an extremely wealthy leader, he couldn't just give away a high-level immortal-level elixir to anyone, right?
From this point of view, the young man in rough clothes named Xingchen, in addition to his incredible cultivation, was also a compassionate medical practitioner. Apart from this explanation, Song He could not find any reason.
The members of Guo Chao's team naturally heard Song He's words, and their faces showed a touch of extreme gratitude, which far exceeded the awe before.
Mu Yin, a young girl in black clothes who was not far away, had already put away her black piccolo. At this moment, her pair of sharp eyes were looking at the young man in rough clothes for a moment.
There is a strange light shining in the beautiful eyes, and I don’t know what I am thinking about?
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