Noticing the strange gazes of everyone on the side, Fang Yan still looked indifferent on the surface, ?a? ? n?en? ???．? ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? ｅ?ｎａ `ｃ?ｏ?ｍ?

His move is naturally not immortal magic, not even witchcraft, but simply uses spiritual power to gather natural elemental particles within a certain range of the surrounding area.

For a powerhouse of this level of dialect, these natural elemental particles may not be enough for a throughput during meditation on weekdays, but if they are applied to ordinary people like Chen Wu, they have an effect comparable to that of heaven and earth.

Especially when it comes to healing purely physical damage.

Of course, such simple energy particles gathered from the natural environment cannot be directly used on ordinary people, otherwise it will not be a big supplement but a highly toxic one.

If you want to use these natural elemental energy particles to heal the injuries on Zhang Zhuo's body, you also need to filter and purify the dialect with spiritual power again, and reduce the attached energy radiation characteristics to the extent that ordinary people can bear it.

Not to mention that this move of dialects is cumbersome, after all, the rules of the world are already different, compared to the use of witchcraft or magic, such a direct gathering of energy particles is the most convenient for dialects.

And the price paid by the dialect for this is only a small and insignificant consumption of spiritual power...... And in the dense forest beside everyone, a few ancient trees that are more than 100 years old have just turned a little yellow.

So, in the horrified and fiery gaze of everyone, the injuries on Zhang Zhuo's body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye under the green light. Then, after just a few breaths, it was completely restored.

Faced with this miraculous picture, even the most well-informed Chen Wu among the people couldn't help but be completely dumbfounded. The rest of the people had even more of a slurry in their brains.

"Dao Chief...... No, Immortal!! ”

Maybe it's because the dialect left too deep an impression on the people around him before, in the face of this scene, the fastest reaction was not Chen Wu, but Xiao Liu, who had been following the dialect.

Poof!

The huge man, his face was flushed, and he knelt down and bowed in front of Fang Yan excitedly.

And under Xiao Liu's reminder, everyone also reacted.

"Meet the Immortal Chief!"

Suddenly, a large area fell around Fang Yan.

At this moment, a voice full of gratitude sounded in the crowd.

"Multi-...... Thank you Immortal for saving your life! The villain is really unrequited......"

At this moment, among all the people, the most excited may be Zhang Zhuo, who was pushed out as a guinea pig. Under the action of natural elemental energy particles, Zhang Zhuo, who had recovered from all his injuries, had also regained his conscious consciousness.

was originally so seriously injured, even Zhang Zhuo himself already had the consciousness to meet death, and it was just a matter of doing his best to obey the destiny of heaven by carrying it out and letting Fang Yan heal.

But who knows, Fang Yan is really like a god descending into the world, and the "method of treating physical injuries" he knows is not a medical skill, but a miracle in the eyes of ordinary people.

It was just a green light that came out of the palm of his hand to heal such a serious injury on Zhang Zhuo's body, making him completely recover.

Even Zhang Zhuo faintly felt that his body seemed to be stronger than before he was injured.

How can he not be grateful for tongues.

"Get up."

Waving his hand to disperse the remaining green light in his palm, a natural and agile aura wrapped around Fang Yan's body, reflecting him as if a heavenly immortal had descended into the world.

As soon as Fang Yan's wide sleeve robe waved, an invisible force gently brushed up the people who were kneeling on the ground, and they could no longer bend down.

This scene also made everyone who had seen the effect of extraordinary power again even more in awe. There were no other doubts in the eyes that looked at the dialect, only a piece of reverence.

"Immortal Chief, except for Xiao Zhuo, the rest of the wounded, I don't know if you can ......"

After a short period of shock and excitement, Chen Wu, as the leader of the dart team, finally regained some sense of his senses and realized what was the most important thing in the current situation.

Whether the dialect is a legendary god or not, his brethren ...... But it really can't be delayed any longer.

"Bring everyone else here."

In the face of Chen Wu's pleading, Fang Yan didn't say much, but just motioned for him to gather the other wounded together and carry them here.

"Thank you, Immortal!!"

After getting the permission of the dialect, Chen Wu was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly arranged for the dart master around him to carry the other injured wounded over one by one according to the dialect.

The dart master who was injured in the previous battle, Zhang Zhuo's injury can be said to be the most serious, if there is no dialect to make a move, he may not be able to burp in a few minutes.

But that's not to say that the other dart masters weren't badly injured. After all, the surgical medicine of the ancient society was somewhat backward, and there were many injuries of dart masters, which belonged to the kind that could no longer be treated in this era and could only wait quietly for death.

However, in the hands of dialects, these are naturally not difficult, and they are all easily cured with just a cloud of green light.

This made Chen Wu and the others breathe a deep sigh of relief, and at the same time, their attitude towards the dialect couldn't help but become more respectful.

The power displayed by the tongue before is indeed awe-inspiring, but compared to the means by which this hand can bring the dead back to life, it has a far lower status in the hearts of everyone.

"Huh!"

Just when Fang Yan had just healed all the wounded of the dart master, a wonderful feeling suddenly appeared in Fang Yan's mind, causing him to look in a certain direction in the crowd.

"Has the first believer already appeared......

He is no stranger to this person who brings a special feeling to Fang Yan, it is Xiao Liu, who has been following Fang Yan in the convoy before.

However, unlike the simple respect before, Xiaoliu at this moment has officially become a believer in dialects.

Through the reminder of the Senluo world, which is a transit station for the power of faith, Fang Yan can feel that there is already a very weak connection between his mind and Xiao Liu.

This connection is very subtle, it seems to be faint, and if it weren't for the help of the dialect world, it might be really difficult to detect.

Normally, before condensing the Morning Star Mass or condensing the divinity to become a demigod, the dialect cannot sense the power of faith. But the existence of Senluo World made him not know how many stages in advance he could have this privilege.

But the tongues' hearts were not happy that they had one more believer. Because he had already discovered that with the establishment of a faith channel between himself and Xiao Liu, in addition to the power of faith, the main goal of his trip, there were also some very mixed spiritual thoughts that appeared in Fang Yan's mind.

Obviously, these mixed spiritual thoughts also came from Xiao Liu.