Ling Luoyu's steps suddenly stopped.

On the empty road ahead, hundreds of inner disciples, escorted by dozens of core disciples, galloped here.

They were in groups of four, carrying stretchers.

All the people on the stretcher were bloodstained, motionless and uncertain.

The man next to Mr. Jin, with a gloomy face, stepped forward.

"Send all the wounded to the Buddhist medical hall!"

"Yes

In response, the core disciples of the guide immediately turned to the direction of the Buddhist medicine hall.

Ling Luoyu stood there, tangled looking at the past wounded.

She was afraid to come forward.

She was afraid of seeing the track of the fat man among the wounded.

Feng Chenglin was brought out by her. If there is something wrong, don't say that she can't explain to Feng Zaitong and Hao Qingyou. She can't forgive herself.

But in her heart, she wanted to see him in these people.

It's better to see him here than to see him among the more than seventy people who died.

Tangled, she finally saw a familiar figure.

"Fat man?"

Ling Luoyu's feet trembled and nearly fell.

Feng Chenglin lay there motionless, and his chest didn't even want to fluctuate.

"Fat man?" A cry of surprise, Ling Luoyu finally rushed out.

"What are you doing?"

"Go back!"

Two inner disciples on both sides immediately roared forward, trying to stop Ling Luoyu.

"Get out of here

Xuanqi burst out, and in an instant, they collided with each other.

At that moment, Mr. Jin and the men around him were also startled.

Both turned their heads.

When they saw that the new comers were coming, their pupils shrank.

It's been a lot of trouble this year!

The new disciples of xuanhuang and other ranks have already been regarded as a miracle among the miracles. Now, they even have a Xuanshen jiuzhong.

What are these people who are qiyunzong?!

Is it the place of their self exile?!

The man came forward, but Mr. Jin grasped his wrist.

"Mr. Ji, the Lord is not here. Let's have a look! Look at her, it doesn't look like hostility

Ling Luoyu went straight to Fengcheng forest.

"Fat man?"

He lay there motionless, pale and colorless, as if he had stepped into the door of hell.

Seeing someone break through the barrier, the disciples of the inner gate all over the place. They have the meaning of breaking Ling Luoyu apart.

"Go back!" Mr. king suddenly drank.

In a daze, the inner disciples retreated.

In the crowd, Jin Wen also wants to rush to see feng Chenglin, but he is forced to hold on.

"Are you going to die?"

"But she's gone. Why is it OK?"

"Can you compare with her?" Jiaodong's voice is trembling: "don't you feel her just Xuanqi strong?"?! I have only felt that power in gentlemen

Ling Luoyu chases Feng Chenglin all the way. After trying his pulse and heart pulse, his pupil shrinks.

"Put him down!"

How can the inner disciples who carry people listen to the orders of an outer disciple?!

The heart of the eyes was cold, and a touch of dark Qi burst out, and instantly opened the four inner disciples.

"Put it down!"

Chide, her left hand to drag the stretcher, calm landing, the right hand gold needle flying, ruthlessly stabbed fengchenglin heart. Three gold needles were inserted into the throat.

"Cough..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly drank, turned over and vomited a purple and black congestion, and coughed violently.

The fingertip twists lightly, Ling Luoyu withdraws the gold needle.

"Fatso, you are so lucky that you met me. Otherwise, even if you got to the Buddhist medicine hall, that mouthful of blood would have blocked you..."

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