"Ahem!"

Wang Zijia came for a while, passed by him one by one, and no one noticed him, so Wang Zijia had to cough.

"I've seen the Immortal!"

"Meet Uncle Shi!"

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With the discovery of one person, the busy people in the hall suddenly stopped their movements and saluted the prince Jiaqi. Some mortals even bowed down, very excited.

Wang Zijia nodded lightly, looked around at everyone, and said, "The imperial doctor and the doctor went to other halls to help stabilize the injuries, and Gong'e continued to stay in charge of dealing with the wounded." ”

"Venerable Immortal Decree!"

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The group was organized by a few mortal soldiers and left quickly.

"Uncle Shi, shall we continue the treatment now?" A Danyuan disciple was more focused on the wounded, and after the person left, he hurriedly asked.

"I'll come, when my treatment is finished, you can take care of the aftermath."

Regardless of everyone's reactions, the mana fluctuated, and the crystal red grains of sand floated out of the body like a sunset, filling the hall and submerging into the body of the wounded.

At the same time, he strolled over to a wounded man, and the glow of the sun surged, as if he was performing some kind of blood spell, and reached out to press his chest.

The treated person felt the rapidly changing state in his body, and the warm and extremely comfortable feeling hit, and he subconsciously opened his eyes, and the whole person was stunned.

What caught his eye was that Wang Zijia, who exuded a halo of glow all over his body, was already peerless, but at this moment, in such a situation, he was even more handsome and not like a mortal, like a true immortal, deeply engraved in his mind.

Wang Zijia felt it and smiled mildly at it.

The treated disciple's eyes shook slightly, and his eyes were eternal, and he carved the picture into his mind and was completely stunned.

Many palace ladies looked at the scene of this immortal god, and they were all stunned.

Even the well-informed disciples of the Dan Academy looked at this scene with some astonishment, and the complicated hall like a battlefield hospital fell into an unusually quiet state for a while.

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These skin-raising people, because they are all mortals, cultivating demons is effortless, and they were completed by Wang Zijia yesterday, and even hastily removed the pollution. That's why it's a lot easier to do it today.

Wang Zijia doesn't need to be meticulously crafted, he only needs to get out the rough skin, some of which are almost out of breath, exchange the necrotic part, and after hastily processing it, the rest of the work will be simple.

Only one pill of healing pill is mixed with water, and a large piece can be solved.

It is not too easy to hand over such work to the disciples of the Dan Academy.

Therefore, under the shocked gaze of everyone, Wang Zijia floated all over his body for half an hour of light and rain, and paid attention to the people on the bed one by one, and most of the injuries of the bloody people on the two hundred beds in the entire hall were healed.

After completing the treatment of the last disciple, Wang Zijia looked around the hall, nodded with satisfaction, and said to the two Danyuan disciples who were a little sluggish: "I'll leave the rest to you, I'll go next door." ”

"Ahh The two Danyuan disciples returned to their senses in a sluggish manner.

After seeing Wang Zijia leave, one person subconsciously said: "Is this the sect Taozi, this kind of healing technique is at least the method level, right?" Uncle Wang has only been promoted for a long time, and he has already been in the double method! ”

"Yes, this is the way of our sect!"

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When the two were discussing, one by one Gong'e was still a little stunned, shocked by the sight of the immortal traces.

In more than ten temporary halls like battlefield hospitals, Wang Zijia went in and out, and it took more than half a day to complete the initial general treatment. For the rest of the work, the disciples of the Dan Academy can be fully competent.

Wang Zijia didn't leave there, but chose a few goals among the dozens of high-grade spiritual root disciples, and started the idea of trying it for a long time after experiencing many tests.

The rich power of illusion enveloped the target, and in the Blood Jade Book, the initial template for compiling based on Wang Zijia's own experience, the words of his previous life, and the current specific situation began to be stimulated.

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Fenghao South, the suburbs of Tianhong Bailing, Liuxin Town, Shenjing Village.

Feng Haonan knew that he was different from others since he was a child, and when he was one year old, he completely understood his parents' words, but when he talked to his parents in fluent words, his parents showed frightened expressions.

On that day, he was soaked in well water, drank black talismans, restrained, and sat in the ancestral hall for a whole night.

At a very young age, he learned for the first time what suffering is and what ignorance is. It was like a hellish day, and he survived a night of high fever and nightmare.

A trip to the ghost gate made him understand something.

Extremely precocious, he began to know what it means to be clumsy.

I pretended to be a fool for two years, observing the appearance of my peers and learning everything about this world.

Gradually integrated into the world!

By the age of five, Feng Haonan already had a clear understanding of the village and town. And clearly realize that the uncles and uncles in the village are really stupid. A few pennies of silver can be cheated.

But because of his childhood experience, he didn't say anything about all this, watching silently, watching coldly, like a bystander in this world.

When he was six years old, an old man came to the village, saying that he was collecting disciples for immortals. Under his command, the chickens, ducks, dogs and cats in the village can even act obediently like people, making everyone in the village bow and worship.

Looking at such deceptive tricks, the monkeys on the stage in the town will also play monkeys, but the Taoist priests are more clever. Feng Haonan thought so at the time, so he watched coldly.

Then the Taoist priest seemed to be able to see through his disguise, found him in the crowd, and after inquiring about some information, he said in surprise: "Extreme Linggen Precocious? ”

At that time, he didn't understand what it meant.

He only knew that he was sold by his parents, and it was worth a lot of money, enough eight taels of silver, almost enough to buy an acre of land. Many people in the village are very envious, saying that he has a fairy fate and a bright future.

He didn't know what the road ahead was or what the outcome would be, so he still watched from the sidelines.

Anyway, I don't have any feelings for the so-called parents, such a foolish people, it's better to leave, and it seems that it's not bad to follow the old Taoist priest as a liar.

At least you can use your brain, don't you!

But the development of things was completely different from what he thought.

The next day, he saw with his own eyes that the old Taoist priest stretched out his hand to turn into a wolf's claw, and after infecting some people, he took him and watched it on the top of the highest building in Bailing City all night.

This night, fireworks broke out, crying and screaming shook the sky, and a faint smell of blood and fireworks filled the tip of his nose all night.

When the light of the next morning was scattered on the earth again, the city of Bailing, which had been in turmoil all night, was no longer the laughter of the past.

(End of chapter)