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"Besides, what does it matter to me whether these people live or die?"

With a sneer on his face, Hang Lun said this with confidence.

Ling Hao frowned: "I just cleared the metallic power in the bodies of everyone around here, and it can be regarded as helping you, and now I only ask you to help move a few people, is this too much to ask?"

In front of him was a seriously injured man who had to be treated as soon as possible to save his life, so he couldn't spare his hands at all. It's the same with Wen Xiang.

As for the cultivators who were relatively close to the chaotic Jin Yuan before, their injuries were all very serious, and many of them were directly swept into three sections.

Although Ling Hao had already relieved the metallic power that would explode in their bodies at any time, their meridians and dantian had been severely damaged, and they were still unable to use their cultivation to heal their bodies.

Unless it was an anticipation of the riot, most of the cultivators in the chaotic gold abyss were punished, and they were not hired cultivators who were not students of Cangyun Academy.

These people, their cultivation is not too high, and they don't have the ability to continue their bodies on their own just by using the power of life.

With such a serious injury, it will really die after a long time!

Moreover, no one can guarantee that there will be no more riots in Jinyuan in the future.

Closer, Ling Hao could still use his Five Elements Yuan Force to resist the metallic power that could explode at any time and protect the injured.

If it was too far, Ling Hao's Yuan Force enveloped the range not large enough, and it would not be able to reach it at all.

Therefore, if you can surround those people Ling Hao, their chances of survival will be much greater.

Hang Lun laughed, pointed at Ling Hao and said loudly: "The surname is Ling, I didn't let you save me just now!

"Now, you let me help? Tell you, your Uncle Hang Lun is not in that mood!"

His voice was full of sarcasm, revealing an arrogance that seemed to raise his eyebrows, and a thrill of revenge for all the shame he had suffered before.

He only forgot that his previous shame was all self-inflicted!

The figure flashed, and Wen Xiang, who was injured in front of him, rushed to Hang Lun, and raised his hand to fan it with a big mouth.

Although Wen Xiang is a pharmacist, his qualities are much stronger than ordinary martial arts cultivators in all aspects. The strength of his physical body is even more amazing than that of Hang Lun, who is a refiner!

After all, there is no waste of cultivators who have climbed on the Cangyun list!

Syllable!

The crisp sound came out, and Hang Lun was deformed by Wen Xiang's big mouth, and the whole person flew into the distance in a circle, and after hitting the mountain wall in the distance, half of his body was embedded in it.

After fanning this big mouth, Wen Xiang took the opportunity to come to a cultivator whose chest cavity was already tattered and angry, and he was like a gossamer for healing.

Seeing Hang Lun's eyes full of fear, Wen Xiang's face was frighteningly cold, and he said coldly:

"Fuck off, or I'll slaughter you ungrateful bastard when I have my hands free!"

Hang Lun was so frightened that he didn't even dare to pick up the teeth scattered on the ground, and he rolled over in a few steps, and escaped from here in embarrassment.

Thankfully, the next treatment went smoothly, and there was no more riot in Chaojinyuan.

With the best efforts of Ling Hao and Wen Xiang, all the injured cultivators were healed, their injuries were stabilized, and they were moved to a safe place by the two.

After the rescue, Wen Xiang sat down on a stone with a tired fart, panting softly.

Successive high-intensity and high-precision rescues, even if Wen Xiang is superior in medicine, he is sweating profusely at the moment.

Whether it is in refining pills, pharmacist flow, or arranging mixed poison killing bureaus, Wen Xiang can be regarded as an expert. But healing cultivators is not his specialty.

The reason why I sweat is not because I am tired, but because of the nervousness caused by the fear that the injured will not last until they are treated.

Turning his head to look at Ling Hao, who was still in good spirits and in the same state as just now, without any sense of tiredness, Wen Xiang sighed softly and said:

"I would like to ask you, are you really a human being?"

In his opinion, Ling Hao, a pharmacist who can break the Eight Blood Soul Destroying Array in the Yuantai Realm, a pharmacist who is so wonderful that he can break his own instantaneous lightning cracking void spear, and who also has far more healing experience than himself, is really difficult to use human standards to evaluate his level in the medicine path.

Among the more than 500 cultivators, nearly 400 were healed by Ling Hao!

Moreover, in this process, Ling Hao has always been expressionless, as if there were no mood swings.

Pulling people back from the line of death is a big deal like eating and drinking water for him.

"I'm a military pharmacist, and of course I focus on healing. Ling Hao said, "Don't be unbalanced, I've also practiced it." ”

Wen Xiang shook his head and said, "Okay, fortunately, the scale of this rebellion in Jinyuan is not very large, and it only rioted once, which is a blessing in misfortune." It is estimated that after a while, the people of the instrument courtyard will come to clean up the mess. Are you going to stay here any longer?"

"Don't wait. Ling Hao said, "If all the credit for saving people is given to you, you should be able to leave this ghost place quickly." ”

"By the way, what I want to buy is a set of armor called 'Mountain Rock Battle Suit', as well as two flying combat skills called 'Heavenly Sword Feather' and 'Blazing Sky Wing', plus a body combat skill called 'Wind Shadow Nine Doppelganger'. It's all prefecture-level high-grade stuff. ”

Wen Xiang waved his hand lightly and said, "The merit points on my body are still enough, I can help you buy these things first, and when I hand them over to you, you can just give me the merit points." ”

"The most important thing you should do now is to hurry back and think about what to say after meeting Yao'er at noon tomorrow. People only agreed to see you because they gave me face, but don't mess it up for me. ”

"Say what, just say whatever you want, if it doesn't make sense, can she still eat me?" Ling Hao didn't care.

"Of course she won't eat you, but once you really mess with her, there will be many people who want to eat you. ”

After briefly talking to Wen Xiang again, and confirming that he would definitely go to the library to meet that Yao'er at noon tomorrow, Ling Hao stood up and prepared to leave.

When saying goodbye to each other, Wen Xiang asked with a smile, "Ling Hao, we should be friends now, right?"

Through this relationship, Ling Hao, who already knew Wen Xiang's character, smiled faintly.

But before he could open his mouth to speak, Ling Hao's brows were already furrowed fiercely.

Immediately after, a cold light flashed in Ling Hao's hand, and he held the Han Jiao Sword in his hand.

Wen Xiang was stunned.

Ling Hao is going to do something with him?

Before he could react, Ling Hao asked:

"Old Wen, when there is a riot in Chaos Jinyuan, apart from the metallic power of the riot, will there be anything else spewing out of it?"

Wen Xiang relaxed when he heard Ling Hao call him "Old Wen", but he was a little surprised by Ling Hao's question.

"No, I've never heard of anything that can rush out of a place like Chaos Jinyuan, even if a piece of divine iron is thrown into it, it can be instantly shattered into slag. ”

When Ling Hao heard this, the look of doubt in his eyes became even heavier.

The Hanjiao sword in his hand pointed behind Wen Xiang, and there was a touch of jealousy in his solemn voice:

"In that case, who is the man standing there?"

Wen Xiang turned his head to look and saw a middle-aged man with a long sword on his back, ancient clothes, and blazing white eyes standing quietly on the edge of the chaotic golden abyss, looking at them steadily.

(End of chapter)

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