Beast Blood Panlong

Senior Brother Bai is another four-star spiritual general. Due to the difference in realm by one star, Senior Brother Bai can only focus on wandering and fighting, and hardly dares to challenge the opponent's attack head-on. Of course, the two can fight equally, this Senior Brother Bai

Naturally, he has his merits, and that is his physical skills.

Yes, this senior brother Bai has clearly mastered an extremely fast movement and spiritual skill. With the advantage of his movement, the gap in strength between the two has been infinitely narrowed. It is not easy for senior brother Li to defeat senior brother Bai. It is not easy for senior brother Bai to defeat senior brother Li.

That would be even more difficult, so the two of them were deadlocked at the venue.

For onlookers, two equally matched opponents are undoubtedly the best objects to observe.

"This movement technique is also called superb, so I can challenge the master of the spirit general," Sanbao secretly said to the other party because he was short-sighted. He had just started cultivating the Nine-turn Golden Body, but his movement technique was no longer inferior to that of Senior Brother Bai.

"Yeah, why didn't I think of it? I might not be able to defeat a one- or two-star spiritual general with my body skills?" Sanbao was slightly excited... Can he jump to the challenge?

Although the duel between the two on the field was exciting, it became boring after watching it for a long time. After all, the two of them only had three or two magical skills. Since they were not fighting for their lives, they lacked a little passion. The Three Treasures

Slowly walked out of the crowd and casually watched other games.

"Wang Liang!"

In a venue, Wang Liang was engaged in a fierce battle with a five-star spiritual warrior. The two were very close in strength, so the winner could not be determined quickly. However, due to the low level of the two, even if the fight was exciting, there would only be a few.

A few people were watching, and most of the others just glanced past. The battle between the entry-level disciples was really nothing interesting to watch.

In the eyes of outsiders, the entry-level disciples of the Yunsheng Sect can be considered a great achievement, but within the Yunsheng Sect, the entry-level disciples have little status, and naturally very few people pay attention to them.

It was rare to find someone he knew. Sanbao slowly walked closer. The two people in the room were already flushed and looked like they were using their spiritual power to the extreme.

"Take my sword again if you dare!", "Afraid of you?"

"ah……"

A scream broke the balance in the field, and the situation on the field suddenly changed. The two people who were evenly matched just now suddenly decided the winner, and it was at the cost of Wang Liang losing his left arm.

"Spiritual weapon..."

Wang Liang only said two words before he passed out from the pain.

Wang Liang's opponent, a young man in gilded clothes, suddenly burst out with powerful fighting power, and even cut off Wang Liang's left arm with a sword. All this depended on a spiritual sword in his hand.

At first, he didn't want to reveal the secret of his possession of a spiritual weapon, so he didn't pour spiritual power into the sword.

Later, the two sides fought hard for a long time, and gradually developed real fire. Then they hit the opponent hard and cut off Wang Liang's left arm.

Needless to say, this person must be a child of a noble family, otherwise, with his small spiritual realm, he would never be able to possess a spiritual weapon that even ordinary spiritual commanders would find difficult to possess.

"No. 150 wins. Well, the senior brother of No. 35 is here. Take him to the main hall to get bandaged..."

As soon as the spiritual weapon came out, the winner was decided, and the referee only focused on announcing the winner. As for the injuries of the disciples on the field, he was very indifferent, or in other words, he didn't care. After finishing the scene, he planned to go to the meeting.

After all, Wang Liang is just a low-level disciple who has just started. In his eyes, he is no different from an ant, so there is no need to panic.

"Senior Brother Wang!"

Seeing that no one came forward, Sanbao rushed forward and hugged Wang Liang. The broken wound on Wang Liang's left arm was bleeding profusely.

Sanbao was a medical student and knew how important it was to stop bleeding. He used his spiritual power on his fingers to seal several aortas. He then tore off a piece of cloth from his body and quickly bandaged the fractures. At the same time, he asked several of his fellow disciples who were watching: "Who are you?"

Senior brother, does Yunsheng Temple have someone dedicated to treating people?"

"Yes, there is one in the main hall, but I think your level is much higher than those people. Just take some more medicine and go back to recuperate for a few months, and you will be fine." Someone replied.

"What about his severed hand?" Sanbao was a little anxious.

"The iron hand is broken, no one can save it..." Several disciples around him sighed.

"No, his arm was just broken, and the incision was calm. As long as the treatment is prompt, it should be possible to reattach it?" Sanbao argued.

"How can you pick it up after it's broken? Do you really think you are a miracle doctor?" Everyone sneered and then dispersed.

Only then did Sanbao remember where he was. The medical level in this world was not good enough. Even if he had spiritual power, he didn't know how to use it properly.

"Forget it, we can only go to your master, Elder Zhao." Seeing that no one paid attention to Wang Liang for a long time, Sanbao had no choice but to pick up the severed arm on the ground, carry Wang Liang alone and walked out of the square, who wanted the two to get to know each other.

I thought to myself: I didn't expect that the status of the entry-level disciples was so low. Even people passed out and there was no one to deal with it.

After getting off Yunsheng Peak, Sanbao suddenly stopped. He was walking in a hurry and forgot to ask Wang Liang's master, Zhao Youdao, where he lived. Time was running out. If he went back to Yunsheng Peak to ask for the address, he might have lost his arm.

Forget it, go to Huoyun Peak first and see if Master can do anything.

Jing Yifei is also a powerful Spirit King, not to mention a treasure refiner. There should be a way. He made up his mind and the three treasures rushed to Huoyun Peak.

A quarter of an hour later, Sanbao appeared in the Huoyun Palace panting with the unconscious Wang Liang, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Master, come out and save me."

Jing Yifei appeared soon, looked at Sanbao whose face was red, and asked curiously: "Are you okay? Why did you carry this guy with a broken arm here?"

"Master, is there any way you can reattach his arm? He is my friend, and he was cut down just a while ago during the competition." Sanbao asked anxiously.

"Catch up? This is too difficult. Unless the masters of the Spirit Emperor take action and there are healing elixirs to help, I can't do it!" Jing Yifei replied calmly.

If the Three Treasures were injured, she would naturally try her best to do it, but for this ordinary disciple, it had nothing to do with her.

"Then can you please help me beg the leaders? Time is precious." Now that he has taken action, Sanbao will naturally help others to the end.

"Please beg those guys, if you don't say anything, you may not be able to do it, and even if you do it, you may not be able to cure it. I think you and this guy have just met each other. Forget it, send him back to rest."

Jing Yifei shook his head, then turned and left.

"What?"

Sanbao lost his temper as soon as he heard it, and even the leader couldn't save it. It seems that Wang Liang's hand is useless. It's pitiful. With one hand disabled, his strength must be greatly reduced. Alas, this guy is in tragedy.

Sanbao shook his head helplessly. He was about to throw the broken arm in his hand to the ground, but quickly took it back.

"Forget it, it's better to ask for help than to ask for yourself. I'll do it myself. Whether I can succeed or not depends on your luck."

Sanbao helped Wang Liang, who was unconscious, and began to pick up Wang Liang's broken arm with the help of his many years of medical skills and the unique spiritual power of this world.

…

An hour later, Sanbao covered Wang Liang with the quilt and walked out of his room, with a faint smile on his slightly pale face.

I don't know if it was because of my good luck or my superb medical skills, but the severed arm that even the master could not reattach was unexpectedly reattached by the Three Treasures.

Although I don’t know how much it will be restored in the end, at least the most important meridians have been connected.

Zhao Youdao, the head of Yunsheng Sect's executive hall, is a powerful figure in Yunshan second only to several major leaders. Because he holds great power, he is often the first choice for disciples to choose their teachers. Therefore, he has many disciples. Wang Liangzheng

is one of them.

But precisely because of the large number of disciples, entry-level disciples with low strength were rarely treated favorably. This time, Wang Liang was seriously injured and fell into coma, so no one paid any attention to him at all.

In the evening, Wang Liang finally woke up. After knowing that he had been rescued by Sanbao, he was even more grateful. At the same time, he was also grateful to have met Sanbao as a friend.

"Junior Brother Sanbao, thank you so much, otherwise my hands..."

"Don't be too happy. Although your hand has been reattached, it may be difficult to fully recover. You must be mentally prepared for this. Also, our Fire Cloud Palace cannot allow outsiders to stay overnight. Where do you live? I

Shall we take you back now?" Sanbao shrugged, feeling helpless that Master respected Yifei's rules.

"I understand, I'm very lucky to be able to pick him up. I live in Lanxi Stream, the territory of my master, Elder Zhao. Don't you know?" Wang Liang thought: Zhao Youdao is the famous elder of Yunsheng Sect.

, there are still people who don’t know where he lives.

"I really don't know, otherwise I would have sent you there in the first place," Sanbao smiled, supported Wang Liang, and the two of them slowly descended from Huoyun Peak.

"It's the same if I go, I'm not as good as you!" Wang Liang also knew that his status was low, and even if he was sent to Zhao Youdao, he might not be able to recruit the leader.

"Yes, it's not easy for anyone to be alone outside. It would be better if you can get some healing medicine after you go back. I don't have any," Sanbao also said with emotion.

The two talked in detail all the way, and the broken arm made the distance between them much closer.