You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 756 5 Dragon 7 Diagnosis Medicine Array - I'm Not a Coward

After seven steps, his Dharma body had become extremely illusory. He uttered the words "Formation start" with difficulty, and his figure instantly turned into a point of light and disappeared.

The mask fell to the ground, and the words of the true dragon that Changqing had just spoken began to be recited again in the altars everywhere. The clear air rose and the dragon roar suddenly sounded.

The Bagua pattern above his head lit up, and the five true dragons of the east, green, west, white, south, black, and center yellow, the five dragon patterns simulated by the five laws trembled in unison, and the space shook. Fortunately, the bracelet was not damaged, and one strange Taoist pattern after another lit up, stabilizing this space.

Xie Xinyu looked at the dragon who was awakened by the roar of the dragon, opened his eyes weakly, looked at the five-sided dragon pattern flowing in the sky, and curled up a smile. She knew what it was - the Five Dragons Seven Diagnostics Medicine Array, a unique array that her senior brother had figured out by himself. They had discussed it before, but she never thought that it would actually appear in the world today.

"Is he back..."

He Niaoniao and Li Mengyu, with sweaty palms, counted down silently until the dragon roared four times and the stars in the sky within the formation lit up, indicating that the formation was intact. The two of them instantly slammed the medicine cauldron towards the center where the yellow dragon was.

The yellow dragon formation in the center began to wriggle first, as if it had come alive. With a long roar, it swallowed the medicine cauldron. At the same time, dragon roars were heard from the other four directions, and they also revived.

Then the heads of the dragon patterns lit up and began to scan each disciple. Green mist condensed from the dragon's mouth and was accurately exhaled into each person's body surface.

The mist seemed to be alive. The moment it touched the seriously injured disciple, it quickly penetrated into the body and used a powerful method to form a green protective barrier along the meridians directly to the heart meridian, to shock the heart meridian, resist the toxins, and even begin to dissolve the toxins.

Xie Xinyu was also enveloped by a ball of green mist. Unlike the seriously injured disciples, this ball of mist was filled with pure life energy: "Life essence... This formation is actually more useful than expected~"

The wound on Zhong Baixuan's chest was covered by a ball of light film. The mist began to comb his blood vessels, building up veins along the sternum. Even the shadows of the meridians were portrayed, and his face was tinged with blood red.

The dragon patterns of enlightenment seemed to have their own functions and the ability to distinguish injuries. Rays of light continuously spit out from the mouth of each dragon pattern, pulling many disciples who were on the verge of death back from crisis.

He Niaoniao, who was sitting in the middle, took Mengyu to treat the injured disciple again. Although the medicine and injections were good, they could only relieve the symptoms for the seriously injured disciples and they still needed treatment as soon as possible.

In the pendant, Changqing in white, who seemed to be extremely unreal, looked at the spiritual body that was enjoying the nourishment of the Haotu Crystal on Jiaocang's back but pretending to be dead, and he suddenly became furious.

My goodness, I'm almost dead tired outside, but you're sleeping so leisurely? How can you sleep? !

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, so he kicked the spiritual body off Jiao Cang.

"Asshole, you still want to play dead and slack off? You've had enough rest, get out and work!"

The mental body took over the original position of the spiritual body and closed his eyes happily.

Jiao Cang's body stiffened. To be honest, he always had an instinctive fear of this spiritual body. But since they were all his brother's clones, they would not harm him. Jiao Cang lowered his head and took a nap as well.

The spiritual body was left with an embarrassed look on its face. It rubbed its kicked butt, stood up angrily, and walked towards the outside.

Ling Yu sat up, feeling his vitality no longer fading away. He looked at the dragon pattern in the sky, hating himself for not being able to help. He gritted his teeth and pressed the broken part of his arm back together. The dragon pattern on the sky also noticed him and sent over an extremely rich life force. The vitality quickly spread over his entire arm and repaired the broken part.

During this time, this stubborn guy didn't say a word, only the throbbing blue veins on his forehead showed that he was not so relaxed. Ling Yu endured the heart-wrenching pain, bandaged the wound, and stood up in pain to help.

Just as he stood up, a breeze caressed him, and a hand pressed him down. A spiritual body with a green long sleeve covering its face appeared at the right time, looking at Ling Yu, who was both a student and a friend, and gently reminded him: "Don't worry, I'm here, you can rest in peace~"

Wei Yan's heavy black sword fell beside him. As Chang Qing pointed at his forehead, the Jiuxiao Hanyue sword technique was passed down.

"This is a good thing. If you can't sit still, you can comprehend it first. This sword and this sword art are one and the same. We still have a long way to go. Take a good rest. This is not the place to bury our bones."

Wei Yan felt the sword technique in his mind. He had a good understanding and could see that this sword technique could even be called a secret technique.

His heart was shaking slightly, and he couldn't help being in a trance. Among them, his cultivation was the highest, but his methods were the weakest. The Yuling Sect didn't have many secret techniques, and there were almost no techniques that could be used by the Thunder Spirit Root. Unlike the mysterious and ever-changing methods of several others, Ling Yu had always been the most hardworking one. Behind the glory, there was also some sadness.

He never thought that this cheap master, who seemed to be randomly recognized, seemed to really care about him. His heart warmed slightly, but he stopped trying to be stubborn. He sat cross-legged on the cloud platform and began to familiarize himself with the Jiuxiao Hanyue Sword Technique. His hard work was obvious.

After getting the mask back, Chang Qing naturally threw himself into the busy rescue work. From time to time, bursts of screams like ghosts and wolves howling were heard, giving goose bumps to the people around him.

In fact, Changqing's methods were more like those of a field doctor. For example, there was a female disciple whose head was cracked by a blow. She was not dead yet but her breathing was weak. Changqing found the right direction and knocked her head back. The female disciple was originally awakened by the pain, but was knocked unconscious again. He used spiritual power to seal the wound, tore off the clothes and wrapped them around her head. In less than three breaths, she was dead.

There was a disciple who was poisoned. Without saying a word, he cut the disciple's wrist and began to use his spiritual power to drain the blood.

Another one, his heart stopped beating and his face was almost blue. Without saying a word, he cut open his chest with one hand, put his fingers in, pinched the heart, and forcibly squeezed it back.

There was another one who was bleeding like water. Without saying a word or washing his hands, he just reached out and sewed up the other person's wound with a needle. There was no anesthetic at all. He just sewed it up alive. The boy's eyes widened in pain, and he was almost rolling his eyes.

The seriously injured patients around looked at this scene and suddenly felt that their injuries did not seem so serious.

But Changqing was a pharmacist, so he naturally saved whoever he could. Some people jumped off the platform holding their broken arms and tried to run, but were pulled back by Changqing by their hair.

"Be quiet, are you a man? Look, the girl who just opened her mouth didn't scream as loudly as you did!"

Injured: ??? I didn’t scream! I didn’t even have time to scream because I fainted from the pain!

Changqing didn't stop while speaking, and after a series of small treatments, the man suddenly felt that he was still alive.

Zhong Baixuan, who was woken up, had the most say on this point. He looked at the chaotic crowd with pity, a tear falling from the corner of his eye, as if he had been recognized.

I think of the embarrassment of turning into a dark-skinned person.

I can’t help but sigh - I’m not a coward!

It's obvious that Junior Brother Changqing's hands are too shady, it doesn't look like a formal one, let alone a licensed one~