And the pulse!

Luo Wei was not an ancestral disciple of the old Chinese medicine practitioner, but he could still do something as simple as the pulse, so he was extremely accurate in catching Barbarossa's pulse—although it was faint, but it was a very steady pulse.

Having a pulse meant that life was still going on, so Rowe couldn't hide his white-iron sword-wielding power any longer, and he used the fastest speed he could to rip off the large chunks of ice, and moved away from the canopy of the fallen tree with a loud shout.

Luo Wei, who was eager to save people's hearts, was even playing in the super water product, and he even felt that with his high-intensity output power, the vitality that was already flowing rapidly all the time flowed to some mysterious unknown place at a faster speed.

But now this kind of situation that saves people is critical, so Luo Wei can't care about the accelerated passage of vitality, after all, the worst result of the accelerated passage of vitality for him is nothing more than turning back into a zombie before three months. But if she didn't step up her rescue, Barbarossa, who was buried by the ice and canopy, would not even have a chance to turn into a zombie, and she would die directly.

It is always not good to send the Buddha to the west, save people to the end, and give up halfway.

And as the canopy was removed, Barbarossa, whose face was covered with blood, finally saw the light of day again, and Rowe only glanced at Barbarossa's face full of wounds, and then directly picked up the other party in the way of a princess hug and ran.

Luo Wei, who was bent on saving people, didn't notice at all that the blood-stained ice that had been manipulated by him was melting away at a rapid speed as if he had been equipped with an accelerator.

As the blood-stained ice melted rapidly, the color of Barbarossa's hair, who was held in Luo Wei's arms, gradually dyed from the original flaxen...... Pale color.

Luo Wei ran out of the Candia Academy of Magic as fast as he could, and at this time, those magic students and low-ring magic teachers who saw the opportunity quickly had already run out of the gate of the magic academy, and then gathered on a relatively safe street, they looked at the fierce battle between the five six-ring archmages and the ice dragon in the middle of the air in the central area of the magic academy.

There were many injured people, and there were heart-rending cries of pain and screams for help everywhere.

"Who's going to save her!'s going to save this girl, she's seriously injured and needs to be treated urgently!"

Holding Rovi, who was covered in blood, he looked around and shouted loudly.

However, none of the spellcasters who knew how to heal serious injuries offered to help.

None of the casters who escaped from the Academy of Magic specialized in healing serious injuries.

All the spellcasters who knew how to save their lives had actually seen Rowe, but after glancing at Rovi's strange costume and Barbarossa's blood-stained broken maid suit held in Rovi's arms, these spellcasters who knew how to heal serious injuries all looked away as if they hadn't seen anything.

Just kidding, in the current big crisis, who would waste such a valuable spell to heal serious injuries on the academy maid who is a slave?

"Who's going to save her, who's going to save her?"

Luo Wei spun in circles, raised his voice and continued to shout.

The gaze around him was even more indifferent, or pity--this guy must be a new magician who has just entered the academy, right? What a fool who doesn't know anything!

"Mojac, there's a temple of splendor on Mencius Street, three blocks down that road, where you can pay for treatment, if you really want to save ...... Save this girl, then take her over as soon as possible. ”

Finally, a female voice sounded beside Luo Wei.

It's just that the person who made this female voice is not any kind stranger, but Shirley Griffin, who originally dragged the little girl Jiaqi to buy spellcasting materials.

"Thank you!"

Luo Wei looked around at the silent magic students and low-level magic teachers, and only after hurriedly saying thank you to Shirley Griffin, he let go of his footsteps and ran away in the direction indicated by the other party.

Three blocks away, which is too far away, so that after about four and a half minutes, Rowe saw what Shirley Griffin called the Brilliant Temple.

It is a splendid building, with baroque walls covered in gold leaf, and the sunlight that pierces through the mist scatters brilliant golden light in all directions.

"There is no true God but me and my seed!"

On the top of the golden roof, like many schools in the earth world, a large row of propaganda slogans composed of Gatun script were erected, and the content was domineering.

It's just that the square in front of the domineering and glorious temple is like the Candia School of Magic, which has turned into a magical battlefield, gathering a large number of gray-robed believers and white-robed priests who have taken refuge, as well as a small number of ordinary Candia residents who are running fast.

Luo Wei, who was holding the bloody Barosa, suddenly rushed over, and did not disturb the gray-robed believers and white-robed priests, because Barbarossa was not the only one who was injured, and Luo Wei was not the only smart person who brought the injured to the Temple of Glory for treatment.

Seeing Luo Wei coming over with Barbarossa in his arms, three gray-robed believers of the Brilliant Holy Sect immediately greeted him, two of them took Barbarosa from Luo Wei's hands, and the red-haired gray-robed believer was finally checking on Barbarossa's situation.

After waving his hand to let the first two gray-robed believers lift Barbarossa to the side, the red-haired gray-robed believers said to Luo Wei with a solemn face: "Sir, her situation is very strict, and she must be treated with a strong holy healing technique in order to be able to save a glimmer ......of life!

"There's no need to beat around the bush, you can directly set a price for how much money you need. ”

Luo Wei was not in the mood to bargain, so he spoke directly.

I don't know why, Luo Wei suddenly recalled that before the crossing, he had taken a vacation to go to the Shao X Temple but was pitted very badly.

"Hehe, refreshing! A refreshing person like you, sir, must be a person who does great things! Okay, I'll quote a refreshing price, sir, you only need to pay five thousand gold gatons, or valuables equivalent to five thousand gold gatons, this life-saving powerful healing technique, will be done immediately!"

"Five thousand gold Gatun?!"

Luo Wei's eyes widened, although there were indeed so many thousand and eight hundred gold gatons and some valuable magic items in his void ring, but five thousand gold gaten was a powerful healing technique or something......

"Why don't you rob it!"

Pointing at the nose of the red-haired gray-robed believer, Luo Wei was very impulsive to sacrifice the Ice Demon Wheel to cut it into several pieces in one round.

"Don't rub the stranger, you just say that you have money or not? Okay, okay, if you don't have enough five thousand gold gatons, I can call the shots for you...... Get a 10% discount. ”

The red-haired and gray-robed believer continued to ask without fear of death.

"Asking for money-" Luo Wei dragged out his voice, suppressing his anger: "No!"

The red-haired gray-robed believer who originally had a smile on his face suddenly turned into a look of contempt for the poor ghost Xiao Qisan: "No money, you dare to come to our Brilliant Temple without money!"

"You don't have long eyes, open my eyes and take a good look!" Luo Wei finally made a move, he slapped a golden thing on the face of the red-haired gray-robed believer of that power: "Look, look, this, one!"

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