The third thousand two hundred and fifteenth chapter said that you do not understand
Ye Bufan looked over and couldn't help but laugh.
No wonder this little girl was limping when she walked. She had so many injuries on her body, and the one on her buttocks was the most serious.
Fu Jundie looked indignant: "Those two bastards will fall into my hands one day. I want them to look good, but I have to spread their butts."
"We'll talk about revenge later. I'll help you heal it first. It's just a minor injury, nothing like it."
Fu Jundie's injury was indeed not serious. Ye Bufan gave her a healing elixir and was reluctant to even use the immortality elixir because such a minor injury was completely unnecessary.
Then he took out another bottle of ointment. This was the newly refined immortal jade ointment, which had special effects on treating the wounds of immortals.
Ye Bufan applied the ointment to a wound on her arm, and the little girl couldn't help shouting: "This thing is cool and feels so comfortable."
Facts have proved that Xianyu Plaster is surprisingly effective. The wound healed and scabbed immediately after applying it, and it quickly returned to its original state without even leaving a scar.
After Ye Bufan finished treating several of her injuries, she felt a little embarrassed when it came to her buttocks.
"Take it, apply it yourself, and spread it evenly."
Ye Bufan threw the ointment to Fu Jundie, took out a mirror and stood there, then turned around.
"This thing is so fun, you can see it clearly by yourself."
As if she had discovered a new world, the little girl reached out and touched it, then walked around the mirror again, then took the ointment and began to apply it on herself.
"Brother, why is the ointment I put on different from the one you put on? It doesn't seem to have any effect."
"How is this possible? How can the same ointment have two sensations?"
Ye Bufan couldn't help but look back, and happened to see that fair, perky face in the mirror.
"This little girl has a really good figure..."
I just sighed and then laughed.
I saw that the ointment was all applied on the mirror, how could it have any effect?
Fu Jundie shouted: "Brother, why are you laughing? What is the problem?"
Ye Bufan reached out and made a move, and the mirror flew up and stuck to the little girl's butt.
"How do you feel this time?"
"It feels right, that's it, so comfortable."
The little girl showed a contented expression.
"alright!"
After applying the medicine, Ye Bufan thought and put the mirror away again.
"Brother Ye, your ointment is so effective. It doesn't hurt at all now."
The little girl arranged her clothes and suddenly remembered something, "Brother, why do you want me to use that weird thing? Why don't you let me use my spiritual consciousness?"
"Well……"
Ye Bufan looked a little embarrassed. Although he had been practicing for two years, he still couldn't get rid of the thinking of an earthling.
But it’s good that you know this kind of thing, but you can’t say it out loud.
"Well...my ointment is a bit special. Using your spiritual consciousness will affect the efficacy of the medicine. Even if you tell me, you won't understand."
"Oh!" Fu Jundie nodded seriously, "Medical medicine is so amazing!"
While the two people were talking, there was a noise outside. Under the leadership of Feng Zhiwu, hundreds of disciples from the Ninth Peak appeared in the courtyard.
Some of these people were covered in blood, some were limping, some were pale, some were even carried over directly, and they vomited a few mouthfuls of blood from time to time.
Ye Bufan frowned slightly. It didn't last long, but the losses at Ninth Peak were considerable. So many disciples were injured.
Zhao Mingcheng's daughter Zhao Yuan was also inside. After seeing Ye Bufan, she looked respectful: "Junior Brother Ye, are you still worried about helping us to treat him?"
"Don't worry, leave it all to me."
Ye Bufan classified the hundreds of injured disciples, with those with external injuries standing on the left and those with internal injuries standing on the right.
Those with internal injuries could do it themselves, while those with external injuries could directly throw the fairy jade ointment to Fu Jundie and let the little girl help apply the treatment.
He had just taken out the silver needle and was about to treat a disciple with serious internal injuries, when suddenly Fu Jundie's cry came from behind him.
"Listen to me. You are not allowed to use your spiritual sense during treatment, otherwise it will affect the effect.
Don’t ask why, this is the way of medicine, and even if you tell me, you won’t understand.”
"Well……"
Ye Bufan's irritated wrist flicked, and the silver needle in his hand almost got stuck.
On the third peak, Ji Shuxian stood in the main hall with an angry look on his face.
Opposite him, Bai Lingpu and Zu Fangkui looked leisurely, sipping the fairy tea in front of them.
Bai Lingpu had a wicked smile on his face: "Junior Brother Ji, why are you so angry? Come sit down and have a cup of tea."
Ji Shuxian's face turned pale: "Did you go too far?"
Bai Lingpu looked surprised: "Junior brother Ji, what do you mean by this? Senior brother, I don't understand."
Ji Shuxian said angrily: "Stop pretending to be ignorant and letting disciples from your two peaks sneak attack on my ninth peak. Are you still shameless?"
"Is there such a thing? Why didn't I know?"
Bai Lingpu acted as if he didn't know anything, "That's impossible. Recently, my disciples at the Fifth Peak have been practicing in seclusion. How could they sneak attack on your Ninth Peak? I think there must be something wrong with this."
There is a misunderstanding."
"Okay, why are you pretending to be confused if you don't tell secret words?"
Ji Shuxian naturally knew what was going on, "Don't think I don't know, it was your third and fifth peaks that did it."
"So what if it is? So what if it's not?"
Bai Lingpu was still calm and calm, with a sinister smile on his face, "It's normal for juniors to have fights and fights. Let them play by themselves. We are also Daluo Immortals after all, so there is no need to interfere in such things."
Zu Fangkui sneered and said: "Originally, if one of my disciples was attacked by surprise, I can only say that your Ninth Peak is incompetent.
Since you suspect that my disciple did it, if you have the ability, can you call me back?
If one day one of my disciples is attacked by someone, I won’t have the shame to go find someone else.”
Bai Lingpu nodded very cooperatively: "That's right. My disciple was beaten so hard that he couldn't leave the house. This is not a glorious thing. Why do you have the nerve to say it out?"
"Okay, just wait for me!"
Ji Shuxian was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, but there was nothing he could do. He could only leave angrily and return to the Ninth Peak.
Passing by the foot of the mountain, I glanced at Ye Bufan's courtyard and found hundreds of disciples gathered here.
Those who were injured before have now completely recovered, and all of them look alive and well."
His figure flashed into the courtyard, and his eyes fell on Ye Bufan: "Xiaofan, when did you come back?"
"I just came back not long ago."
Ye Bufan finished treating the last disciple and put away the silver needle in his hand.
"Lord Peak Master, your face doesn't look very good."
Ji Shuxian's face turned livid: "Forget it, those two old guys on the Third Peak and the Fifth Peak are simply shameless."
Feng Zhiwu knew what he had done and said, "What? Don't they admit it?"
"More than that..."
Ji Shuxian simply learned what Bai Lingpu and Zu Fangkui said, and finally said angrily, "They two peaks teamed up to plot against my ninth peak, and they are so shameless!"
"In this case, I, Ninth Peak, will just play with him."
A sneer appeared on Ye Bufan's lips, "Don't be angry, Peak Master. Leave this matter to me. I'll wait for them to come and beg you in a few days!"
