Feng Wu nodded to Elder Helian, and was about to step forward to the pulse of Dean Lu.
"Harma!" Dean Xu stared at Feng Wu, "Do you know about medical skills? Who gives you courage?!"
Elder Helian was almost bad.
"Dean Xu, who is scolding?! Our small dance is a half -step god -level pharmacist, which is much stronger than your Oriental purple rhyme! If she is not qualified, then there is no qualifications in the world!"
Elder Helian Gladia was glaring, and he didn't let it.
Half -step God -level pharmacist?!
The eyes of Dean Xu's unhappy eyes, but at this moment, the surprise appeared!
What does the half -step god -level pharmacist mean? Everyone knows.
Because this is the same as the flight fighter, it is a super scarce resource.
Even the half -step god -level pharmacist is more precious than the inscription technology of the flight fighter.
"Helian, you speak ..."
Elder Helian: "Is the strength of the half -step god -level pharmacist still self -proclaimed? Our little dance personally dances in front of the elders of the East to refine the half -step god -level spiritual fluid.
Say? "
Although Elder Helian has broken through the Lingsheng Realm, after all, he is still the elder of the Imperial Academy. He is still a layer lower than that of Dean Xu at the level.
Dean Xu stared at Feng Wu, his eyes flashed slightly.
He is really unimaginable. What is the relationship between the girl and the half -step god -level pharmacist in front of him.
At this moment, Feng Wu has given Dean Lu.
Dean Lu's pulse is deep and anxious, like the sediment wrapped in torrents, rolling down, extremely dangerous!
When Feng Wu was in the pulse, Marshal kept staring at Feng Wu, his eyes showed a doubt.
Is this girl really a half -step god -level pharmacist?
I'm afraid there is nothing misunderstanding?
"What's the matter with Dean Lu?" Dean Xu stared at Feng Wu, his eyes gloomy.
Feng Wu: "The old disease is just."
Just?
She actually said two words?
Feng Wu thought for a while, took out the silver needle, and thirteen stitches on Dean Lu's chest.
As soon as the experts shot, they knew if there was any.
Feng Wu just walked thirteen stitches, so he stopped Dean Xu.
More than Dean Xu?
At this moment, Marshal also looked at Feng Wu with a surprise eyes.
After the thirteen stitches were tied, Feng Wu waved his hand. The thirteen needle tails were undulating like wheat waves, trembling.
An invisible current from the fingertips of the phoenix dance, not in the silver needle, and from the silver needle, into the acupuncture point of Dean Lu.
And the whole journey, Dean Xu and the Marshal of Marshal showed a surprise color in the eyes.
After the incense time, the silver needle trembled at the end.
Dean Lu, who was originally sweaty, calmed down at this moment, seemed to fall asleep, his breathing was no longer heavy and short, but he became gentle and long.
As long as there are eyes, you can see that Dean Lu's situation improves.
Dean Xu stared at Feng Wu: "Are you serious, half -step god -level pharmacist?"
Feng Wu glanced at him with a smile: "Elder Dongfang really didn't tell you?"
Feng Wu took the opportunity to get eye medicine.
Dean Xu suffocated.
Feng Wu laughs: "But she looked at me twice to refine the half -step god -level elixir, wouldn't she admit it yet?"
Dean Xu's complexion, but Feng Wu knew that Dean Xu would definitely want to repair the elders of the East.
At this time, Marshal beckoned Feng Wu: "Little girl, come over."
Feng Wu fart runs over, but this father who is going to hold her thigh.