Princess Against the World

Ling Luoyu stopped abruptly.

On the empty path ahead, hundreds of inner disciples rushed forward under the escort of dozens of core disciples.

They work in groups of four, carrying stretchers.

The people on the stretcher were all blood-stained, motionless, and their life and death were uncertain.

The man next to Mr. Jin looked gloomy and stepped forward.

"Send all the injured to the Buddhist Medical Hall!"

"yes!"

In response, the core disciple who led the way turned around immediately, and turned in the direction of the Buddhist Medical Hall.

Ling Luoyu stood there, struggling to look at the wounded passing by.

She dared not go forward.

She was afraid of seeing Fatty Feng among the wounded.

Feng Chenglin was brought out by her, if something went wrong, not to mention that she couldn't explain it to Feng Zaitang and Hao Qingyou, she couldn't even forgive herself.

But in her heart, she hoped to see traces of him among these people.

Seeing him here is better than seeing him among the seventy or so people who died.

After struggling, she finally saw a familiar figure.

"Fatty?!"

Ling Luoyu's feet trembled and she almost fell.

Feng Chenglin lay there motionless, his chest didn't even move.

"Fatty Feng?!" With a cry of surprise, Ling Luoyu finally rushed out.

"What are you doing?"

"return to!"

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

"Go away!"

A burst of profound energy sent the two of them flying heavily in an instant.

The moment the profound energy shot out, Mr. Jin and the men beside him were also startled.

Both of them turned their heads to look.

The pupils of both of them shrank when they saw the new disciples from the outer sect rushing towards them.

This year is really a lot!

The newly recruited disciples of the Xuanhuang class are already considered miracles among miracles, and now they have even jumped out of the Xuanshen Ninth Layer.

What do these people think of Qi Yunzong? !

Is it their self-imposed exile? !

The man was about to step forward, but Mr. Jin grabbed his wrist.

"Mr. Ji, the suzerain is not here, let's take a look and talk! Looking at her, she doesn't seem to be hostile!!"

Ling Luoyu rushed straight to Feng Chenglin.

"Fatty Wind?"

He was lying there motionless, his face pale and colorless, as if he had stepped into the gate of hell.

Seeing someone break through the barrier, the surrounding inner disciples immediately swarmed up, with the intention of tearing Ling Luoyu to pieces.

"Go back!" Mr. Jin shouted suddenly.

The inner disciple was startled, but obeyed his orders and retreated.

Among the crowd, Jin Wen also wanted to rush up to see Feng Chenglin, but was held back by Yan Dong.

"You don't want to die?!"

"But why is she all right?!"

"Can you compare with her?!" Tong Tong's voice was trembling: "Don't you feel the richness of her profound energy just now?! I have only felt that kind of power in the gentlemen!"

Ling Luoyu chased Feng Chenglin all the way, and after trying his pulse and heart pulse, his pupils shrank.

"Put him down!"

How could the inner disciple who carried people obey the orders of an outer disciple? !

His eyes were cold, and a burst of profound energy burst out, instantly bouncing the four inner disciples away.

"lay down!"

Under the scolding, she dragged the stretcher with her left hand and landed steadily, while the golden needle flew flying in her right hand, piercing Feng Chenglin's heart. Then use three gold needles to pierce the throat.

"Ahem..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly yelled wildly, turned over and spit out a mouthful of purple-black gore, coughing profusely with a bruised face.

Gently twisting her fingertips, Ling Luoyu withdrew the golden needle.

"Fatty man, you're fate, that is, you met me, otherwise, even if you got to the Buddhist medical hall, that mouthful of blood would have blocked you to death..."