Mystic God-level Emperor System

This Yaksha tribe's fire type suffered from some strange disease, which caused him to be unable to control his qi and blood. His qi and blood flowed backwards, and a large sarcoma swelled in his abdomen.

This sarcoma is extremely painful to touch and affects the whole body. Even if he is in the Three Tribulations Dharma Form, his life value is extremely high.

If an ordinary person were to touch the sarcoma, he would instantly lose his fighting power and be in excruciating pain. This disease has existed in him for decades. During these decades, he was unable to fight with others and was completely reduced to a useless person.

But now, he suddenly felt that the blood and energy in his abdomen were constantly flowing back to his body. Not only that, but the dark energy on the fire was also constantly dissipating.

The sarcoma quickly shriveled up and disappeared completely at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his abdomen became flat again.

"My son, have you recovered from your illness?"

An Eight Tribulations Golden Body walked up to him and looked up and down in shock.

"Dad, it doesn't seem to hurt anymore..."

The Yaksha stretched out his hand and touched his belly, with a look of surprise on his face.

Everyone saw this scene with their own eyes and could not lie. Everyone, including Li Shuying, had a look of shock in their eyes.

When he looked at Su Han again, his eyes were filled with a hint of solemnity, and he did not dare to show the previous contempt.

A capable fire doctor, no matter what race he is, will be respected by the strong. After all, even the True Dragon Clan will be on good terms with fire doctors, and the Yaksha Clan is not qualified to show off in front of a powerful fire doctor!

"Thank you, Master Su!"

The cured Yaksha tribe hurriedly ran to Su Han and saluted with clasped fists.

"Master Su, thank you for curing the dog. If you have any instructions in the future, I will do my best to help you!"

The Eight Tribulations Golden Body also cupped his fists and saluted.

Three other patients were shocked.

Then, there was a burst of surprise.

"One to one."

Li Shuying breathed a sigh of relief.

Protector Zhao's beautiful eyes were wide open and she looked at Su Han with surprise.

The Yaksha patient who had insulted Su Han before and ran to Master Murong was shocked, and then regretted for a while. His eyes subconsciously fell on the medicinal powder on the ground that had been stepped on several times, and his expression was a little ugly.

"Huh, it's just luck."

Master Murong lowered his voice, snorted coldly, and then continued to diagnose the disease. He was still calm and calm.

But after a few breaths, Su Han grinded out another dose of medicinal powder and burned another Yaksha clan member.

Without any hesitation, the other party stepped forward and swallowed the powder, and then his symptoms were cured.

He cured two people one after another without even asking about the cause of the illness, as if he could know the crux of the disease with just one glance.

This has completely changed everyone's view of Su Han's strength.

The atmosphere in the hall became very quiet for a while.

The remaining two Yaksha patients stared at Su Han expectantly, but were disappointed when they saw Su Han stopped taking action, thinking that he had not been able to see the crux of their problem for the time being.

At this moment, Li Shuying was completely relieved, and his eyes were filled with brilliance.

Su Han did what he promised.

Master Murong cured one person, and Su Han casually cured two others. This made Li Shuying understand that her probability of winning this bet was extremely high!

On the contrary, Kong Yun's face was not very good-looking. After Master Murong saw Su Han curing the two of them, his expression could no longer be calm and calm.

"Master Su, there used to be a Master Su in our Blood Slaughter tribe. His name happened to be the same as yours, but his cultivation level was lower than yours. It seems that the Su surname is indeed easy to produce talents."

Xian Weikai smiled at Su Han.

The magic weapon craftsman was also named Su Han, but he never thought that the two of them could be the same person. He just thought that there were many coincidences.

"Really? I wonder what other talents with the surname Su have produced?"

Su Han's eyes moved.

"Years ago, your human race had the opportunity to have a second saint, who was also a genius named Su.

She is young, and in just thirty years since her fame first emerged, she has condensed the role of a monarch, the role of a general, the foundation of acquired nature, the prime minister of the human body, the foundation of innateness, and the dragon vein of the physical body, achieving the twelve calamities. Holy golden body. "

Xian Weikai sighed: "I was still young at that time, and I met her once during a treasure hunt."

"Why didn't that person later become a saint?"

Su Han's eyes moved slightly.

His surname is Su. It can't be such a coincidence that he is the Su Tiandi, the ancestor of the Su family who left the jade pendant that gave him everything he has today, right?

Among the people Su Han was most grateful to, Emperor Su Tiandi also occupied a seat, followed by Su Changsheng, Ben Wuxue, Qingchen and others.

Without the jade pendant left by Emperor Su Tian, ​​considering the situation in which his fire was poisoned and destroyed by Nangong Yue, he would have been sent to the Great Zhou Dynasty to be a slave hostage, let alone in the earthly immortal world, and would he even be alive now? Until now, it is still unknown!

The news circulating in the Su family all said that Emperor Su Tiandi disappeared, not passed away. Therefore, the possibility of Emperor Su Tiandi quietly ascending to the immortal world is not impossible!

"She was unlucky. She met the Holy Son of God and was suppressed by him. She should be dead now."

Xianweikai sighed softly.

Gods.

Everyone glanced at Su Han with a strange expression. If there was anyone in the earthly immortal world who wanted the destruction of the human race the most, it was undoubtedly the gods.

Even if the Yaksha tribe does not regard the human race as a slave race, they will not kill the human race at will!

Xian Weikai was about to say more, but found Kong Yun looking at him with an unkind expression. He immediately reacted and hurriedly shut up.

"It's the God Clan again. If I have the chance, I'd like to see what this white-eyed wolf race is like."

A faint cold light flashed in Su Han's eyes.

The competition is still going on, and as time goes by, one day is coming soon.

I don’t know if he was influenced by Su Han, but after Master Murong cured one person, he became silent again. Most of his patients have been seen once, but they are helpless. If he is given some time, he may be able to cure two more. Three people.

But the competition is only for one day...

"The time seems to have arrived."

Li Shuying glanced at the sky and said calmly.

One day has passed.

Su Han cured two people, but Master Murong only cured one person. The verdict was made.

Kong Yun took a deep look at Su Han and said calmly: "I am willing to admit defeat. Protector Zhao, you can go back and follow Li Shuying."

"yes."

Protector Zhao nodded, feeling relieved, and stood beside Li Shuying, but he couldn't help but look at Su Han secretly.

Master Murong's face was ashen and he hesitated to speak.

The worst thing was the two remaining Yaksha tribesmen on Su Han's side. They waited until the competition was over, but Su Han didn't see him taking action to save them.

"Su, Master Su, look at our symptoms..."

"The competition is over. You can go and see Master Murong."

Su Han smiled.

The expressions of the two of them became a bit ugly. Master Murong only cured one person in the end. If they went there, it would not help...

The Yaksha tribesman who originally had a chance to be treated by Su Han but insulted Su Han stared at Master Murong:

"Master Murong, my illness..."

"give me sometime……"

"..." The Yasha's eyes fell on the ground again. The medicinal powder, which had been trampled so long ago that there was almost no trace of it, was about to cry without tears.