Emperor Yutianwu

When middle-aged Yang saw that Chu Yan was still not moving, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Come over here and give this young hero everything except the necessities for combat!"

Several Fengyunhui disciples looked at Chu Yan angrily, but still obeyed.

The Daoyuan Stone is gone, but there are so many treasures.

Chu Yan roughly estimated that if he sold them, there would be at least tens of millions of Daoyuan stones.

"Little brother, is that enough?" middle-aged Yang whispered.

"You want to take people away, why don't you go by yourself?" Chu Yan was puzzled.

Middle-aged Yang suddenly smiled, looked up at Feng Mo, who was still fighting, and said, "If it weren't for you, little brother, today, we might send someone to deliver the wind chimes. Even if it would be uncomfortable to send this person away, it would still be okay. But now that you are here, the people of the Fengyun Society will not leave. Unless there is no one left until the end of the battle, they will never retreat!"

"Little brother, I know these funds are not much, but they are all we have. If our Fengyun Club is undefeated in this battle, and you come with the wind chimes in the future, we will definitely have a heavier reward!" said middle-aged Yang.

"It's really not much."

Chu Yan was a little helpless.

This is the truth.

He just set up the arena and earned tens of millions in one morning.

Although Fengyun would give him tens of millions.

But the key point is that the arena is a sustainable business.

Fengyunhui will only take this money once.

Besides, Fengyunhui is not the only one who owes him money.

Xuan Ming Sect also has a share.

As for how he owes him... he owes him money for ruining his Chu Yan Arena business.

He is leaving, who can ask for the debt?

"No, I can't leave." Chu Yan refused again.

Middle-aged Yang's face darkened again.

"boom!"

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the sky, and then a embarrassed figure was seen flying backwards with blood, and slammed in front of several people. The surrounding buildings could not withstand the terrifying power, and were immediately crushed into powder by the air waves, and the ground There is a huge pothole.

"Hall Master Xue!"

Middle-aged Yang roared immediately, his eyes turning red.

The figure that was blasted back was a new God Emperor, and he was seriously injured. There were hundreds of sword wounds alone.

Of course, to the God Emperor, these skin injuries were far from fatal. What was really serious was the huge bloody hole in this man's chest.

Penetrating injury.

Even the Dantian was shattered, and the vitality was rapidly draining away.

"Quick!" Middle-aged Yang roared desperately, rushed forward and carried the man out of the hole, roaring: "Come here! Help! Where is the blood-tonifying pill? There is also a muscle-building pill!"

Hall Master Xue was very calm lying on the middle-aged Yang's back, and said palely: "Old Yang, it's useless... Dantian is broken, my injury is hopeless, don't waste resources, leave it to brothers who can use it. They, cough, poof!”

Hall Master Xue vomited blood again.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yang, a middle-aged man with red eyes, covered Hall Master Xue's wound with all his strength: "I will definitely save you, I will definitely save you!"

Hall Master Xue reached out and grabbed the middle-aged Yang's hand, shook his head and said: "Have you forgotten our original intention? Forge ahead, look for a ray of light in the darkness! Don't waste it, I can't do it anymore, promise me, you must Win! Don’t wallow in darkness.”

"Old Xue!" middle-aged Yang growled.

Countless people in the Fengyun Club had red eyes and clenched their fists.

Angry and unwilling.

But at this moment, a faint voice suddenly came: "Ahem, um, I think I can still save him."

Everyone was stunned. Middle-aged Yang looked up and saw Chu Yan slowly walking over in white clothes.

"Does the little brother know medical skills?"

"Uh..." Chu Yan scratched his head: "That's it, right? Well, can you save me?"

"Save!" middle-aged Yang agreed.

"I charge a lot of money."

"No problem, any amount of money is fine, as long as you can save him!"

"Okay." Chu Yan agreed.

Actually, even if he had no money, Chu Yan thought he would be able to save people.

If he doesn't care about anything else, he just keeps moving forward and doesn't sink in the darkness. There is no way he will die without saving his life.

But he thought, one code equals another.

After all, he already had some ideas in mind.

With him here today, it would be difficult to lose in this turbulent society.

No, it’s hard to kill anyone.

It's not too much to ask for a little reward for such a great kindness, right?

Immediately, Chu Yan walked up to Hall Master Xue and made pretentious gestures.

He was really just pretending... How could he have any medical skills? He is good at refining elixirs, but this kind of fatal injury obviously cannot be saved by a pill, unless it is the extraordinary divine elixir, but he does not have it. He can try to refine it, but if it is refined well, it is estimated that this Hall Master Xue is already on his way.

So the easiest way to treat it is, of course, to give birth.

Hall Master Xue's Dantian was shattered and vitality was draining away. Wouldn't it be better to fill it with vitality? As long as there was enough vitality, even the God Emperor could regenerate this kind of injury.

"Buzz!" Chu Yan put his hand on Hall Master Xue, and there was a faint emerald green light flickering, pouring into Hall Master Xue like an elf.

Middle-aged Yang and the other brothers from the Fengyun Society were watching, but he didn't know any medical skills, so he could only follow and worry.

But not long after, Hall Master Xue, who had already fainted, suddenly coughed and slowly opened his eyes again.

"I am..."

Middle-aged Yang was overjoyed: "It's really useful! Old Xue, you don't have to die. This little brother is good at medicine."

Hall Master Xue reluctantly stood up and looked at Chu Yan with a grateful face: "Thank you, little brother!"

"It's okay, I charge as usual." Chu Yan didn't care much. The vitality in the gate of life was endless. Not to mention that Master Xue had only lost some vitality, even if he was really a dying person, he could be revived by relying on the gate of life.

In addition, Master Xue was a God Emperor, so it was easier.

After a while, Master Xue's wound healed very quickly, and he stood up and shook his shoulders: "I, I am healed?"

The middle-aged man of the Yang family was stunned: "Old Xue, you..."

"Old Yang, I'm fine, I think I can fight another 800 rounds!" At this moment, Master Xue felt that there was more vitality in his body than before he was injured, as if he was dozens of years younger.

"Haha, little brother, I don't need to thank you for your kindness. I will kill the God Emperor again today." Master Xue looked up and looked beyond the clouds: "Xuanming Sect, your grandfather is here!"

As he said that, Master Xue soared into the air, and the source of Tao turned into a blazing flame, rushing towards a God Emperor of Xuanming Sect.

After Master Xue left, Middle-aged Yang hadn't come back to his senses for a long time, and looked at a disciple next to him and said: "Did Old Xue's chest get pierced just now? Is he dying? I cried?"

"Yes..." The disciple also nodded numbly.

"Little brother, a miracle doctor!" Middle-aged Yang's eyes lit up, and he held Chu Yan's hand and didn't let go, saying: "Little brother, you are a great benefactor of my Fengyun Club."

"You won't let me go now?"

"This..." Middle-aged Yang was silent again. It was good that Chu Yan could save the dying and the wounded. Having a miracle doctor like Chu Yan on the battlefield would definitely be a huge help to Fengyun Club.

But Feng Ling must be sent away.

"You go and send Feng Ling off."

"Uncle Yang, I won't leave!" Feng Ling said stubbornly: "Besides, my father won't lose!"

Middle-aged Yang felt helpless. That being said, he was willing to believe Elder Mo, but the key was that this battle would be sublimated, and it was very likely to reach the realm master level.

"Feng Ling, then you must promise your uncle that you will not run around in the camp, and you must leave if something unexpected happens."

"Okay." Feng Ling didn't insist this time, and then she stuck out her tongue at Chu Yan.

"Ah--"

At this time, there was another scream, and someone in Fengyun was seriously injured again.

"Little brother, hurry up, save people!" Middle-aged Yang said, and immediately added: "The price is negotiable!"

Chu Yan grinned, a smart man.

Then he didn't waste any words.

Start saving people.

The battlefield changed rapidly, and more and more people participated on both sides, and the number of casualties was also growing rapidly.

At first, the middle-aged Yang was worried that Chu Yan couldn't save them all by himself, so he tried to pick out some people with less severe injuries. According to those people, if they were seriously injured, they would be useless even if they were cured, and they would have no fighting power. Don't waste resources.

As a result, Chu Yan smiled and waved at the middle-aged Yang: "No, send them all here. This is all money. Who dares to snatch money from me? Even the King of Hell can't do that."

Then, Chu Yan simply didn't heal them one by one, and began to form a formation, with the gate of life as the center of the formation, and there was so much life that it was terrifying.

The people of Fengyunhui were stunned, thinking...

This is really snatching money from the King of Hell.

Some of the injured were sent here, and they didn't dare to look at the serious ones. They were destined to die, but they were saved by Chu Yan.

Of course, this also boosted the morale of Fengyunhui.

After the seriously injured people recovered, they immediately went into the battlefield, and they were more courageous than before.

According to them, it is difficult to die now, so why are you afraid to fight?

The middle-aged Yang family watched from the side and couldn't help but sigh: "This young man should be from the outside world, right? What a powerful method."

"Elder, now it's hard for our Fengyun Club to die, but the other side has been consuming, maybe they can really win." A disciple of Fengyun Club said excitedly.

However, the middle-aged Yang family did not smile, and his brows were still at a loss.

Can they really win?

For now, it is not these people who decide the direction of the battlefield.

It is Feng Mo.

And this is just the extreme.

In today's situation, I am afraid that the world master will also end up.

Fengyun Club will probably find it difficult to survive by then?

On the other side, Chu Yan didn't care too much, saving people happily, and counting silently after saving one: 500,000!

Yes, he and Fengyun Club set a price of 500,000 Dao Yuanshi to save one person.

"This time there are tens of millions again, right?"

Happy.

But Chu Yan always felt that this was not a solution. The money he was paying for saving people was just empty promises. What if Fengyun Club really got hundreds of millions of Dao Yuan stones?

Can he still destroy Fengyun Club?

And saving people one by one, the money actually comes very slowly.

Suddenly, he thought of something, turned around and looked at the middle-aged Yang family and said, "That senior Yang... Look, this money came... No, that's not right. It's not a solution to keep saving this person. How about this, I will destroy Xuanming Sect directly. How much is this worth? Let's talk about a price?"