Soul Emperor Martial God

"I'm fine."

Xiao Yi retracted Zidian, glanced at the main hall masters and Yiyi, and signaled that he did not need to worry.

He was indeed in a coma.

From the beginning of the battle with Yan Yi, when he forcefully used the divine fire vein, he had already detonated the Bingluan Sword's backlash.

The injury has not recovered, and the injury has increased.

In the battle, he wiped out his own demonic body, making himself extremely weak.

The already serious injury, pressed on this weak body, naturally became a stubborn body.

After the battle with Yan Yi, his ability to support deep into the center of the earth and get a chance is already the limit.

It's just that he is in a dangerous situation, he has always been strong.

By the time he left the center of the earth and returned to the Huo Clan Land, he was already hard to support.

When he returned to his residence, Matsushita's mind came to his mind, and his injuries broke out completely, and he didn't even react, so he fainted with black eyes.

He would faint, because the main hall masters were there, and he trusted the main hall masters.

But I woke up instantly because of the unfamiliar breath and unfamiliar environment here.

Even though he was still very seriously injured, he still woke up physically instinctively.

This is his Xiao Yi.

"My wife, what's the matter with such a frosty face?" Xiao Yi looked at Yiyi and chuckled.

Since Huo Jun and a group of Huo Clan elders came to obstruct, Yiyi had not spoken yet, but his face was frosty and murderous.

Until now, when Xiao Yi woke up, the coldness on Yiyi's face disappeared and he returned to normal.

Just at this time.

An old voice came, "Hall Master Xiao Yi has woken up, so he didn't need this medicine monarch to help him."

"All the masters of the palace, also leave my medicine monarch palace."

Xiao Yi heard the words and looked at Yaojun.

This is the first time he has seen this Yaojun, the rumored first person to refine medicine in the mainland.

Judging from the first glance, Xiao Yi could know that this person is definitely above the peak of the Sovereign Realm, and stronger than the Eastern Taishang.

In other words, this person is the invincible monarch realm, comparable to the strength of the heavenly monarch.

"What does it mean that there is no need for treatment?" The Lord of Heaven's Secret Palace quickly said.

"This kid is weak and turbulent."

"It's obviously still very seriously injured, but it's just a strong support."

"The old man can see that Yao Jun is the first person in the mainland to refine medicine, will he not see it?"

Yaojun had already stopped walking, and only slowly sat down on the seat, chuckling.

"Su Wen, Palace Master Xiao Yi is also a well-known pharmacist in the world. He wakes up and wants to come, but he is sure to save himself."

"Otherwise, when I wake up now, how can I ask the old man to help me out without saying a word."

Xiao Yi squinted and looked at Yao Jun.

This Yaojun seemed to chuckle slightly, and seemed to have a light tone, but his words were obviously unhappy and half-hostile.

Xiao Yi looked at Yao Jun, who also looked at Xiao Yi.

"The old man can naturally see that Palace Master Xiao Yi is now extremely injured, but he woke up anyhow."

"But Hall Master Xiao Yi can still remember that when the grand event competition, the young patriarch of the Kong clan who directly lost the qualification to participate in the competition, Kong Linghao?"

"Seriously injured with one punch, 90% of the body and meridians were destroyed, and the immediate serious injury was endangered."

"By the time he was sent to the old man's Palace of Medicine Lord, he was already angry like a gossamer. If he was late for a few minutes, he might have been seriously injured and died."

"Even if the old man has tried his best to heal his injuries, he has only stabilized his injury and has not recovered yet."

"Compared with the young patriarch of the Kong Clan, Palace Master Xiao Yi is much luckier."

"Of course." Jun Yao chuckled, "I want to come to Palace Master Xiao Yi, and the situation is far better than that of the empty clan leader."

The head of the Yandian Hall's face became cold, "Little Xiao Yi's injuries are so bad?"

"With his strength and ability, even he doesn't faint. How serious is that?"

"The little **** of the Kong Clan is useless by himself, can it be compared?"

"Okay, let's stop here." Yao Jun was a little impatient.

"Hall Master Xiao Yi is so fierce, it's time to taste it for yourself."

"Above the grand event, the Hallmaster Xiao Yi threatened that the wounds you hurt, the medicine master can save it but it's difficult."

"You're even more sure that the young patriarch of the Kong Clan is out of luck."

"As you might expect, the young patriarch of the Kong clan was seriously injured and dying, and there were still many powerful flames in the world, and they were all tricky, all attached to them, making the old man very tricky."

"So Palace Master Xiao Yi is so capable, it shouldn't be difficult to save himself."

"You..." Yandian Chief Hall Master wanted to say something.

"Yaojun..." Yiyi couldn't help but say it after all.

"This is the Lord Saint, right." Yao Jun looked at Yiyi first, with the same unhappy expression.

"If the old man read correctly, when the ego fire clan elder appeared to be obstructing, you showed killing intent."

"For this reason, your saint wants to kill? Is it so arrogant?"

"As far as the old man knows, in the past, Your Honorable Saint had a very good reputation among the Eight Sects of Tianjiao."

"Now, actually..."

"If you read it right?" At this moment, a joke of laughter interrupted Yao Jun's words.

Xiao Yi looked straight at Mr. Yao, "In this way, Mr. Yao has always looked at him sincerely, admitting that he didn't show up on purpose?"

Yao Jun squinted his eyes.

Xiao Yi chuckles, "Of course, Master Yao is indeed the Master of Medicine, the number one pharmacist in the mainland, he really deserves his reputation, and his vision is so harsh."

"You can see that the master of this palace is superb, and he can save himself, without having to help you."

The voice just fell.

Bang... a golden flame suddenly erupted on Xiao Yi.

A golden flaming crane stood on Xiao Yi's shoulder.

Xiao Yi said nothing.

The flames boiled all over, as if bathing in it.

Xiao Yi's figure moved slowly, his steps moved slightly, his hands moved lightly, and he assumed a strange posture.

This is a crane shape.

His injury now is terribly serious.

He even believed that if he breathed a sigh of relief, he would immediately fall to the ground again.

He is using the Golden Crane Sacred Yan to heal his injuries, with his own crane shape to increase the healing effect.

Aside, everyone frowned.

Yiyi's face was puzzled, and it was not the first time she had seen Xiao Yi's strange posture.

Whenever I look at it, I just feel that it is extraordinary, but it is just waving and moving at random, but it is natural to wave between hands and feet, but also move between hands and feet, which seems to fit some inexplicable martial arts.

Strange to strange, but it makes people look very comfortable.

Since the hands and feet are stopped, the posture stops, but everything is completely natural, which seems to fit the mystery of heaven and earth.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" The master of the wind brake hall was puzzled.

"The healing effect of Jinhe Shengyan has soared by a large margin."

Jin He Shengyan, it was not the first time that he saw Xiao Yi perform, but it was the first time that Xiao Yi assumed such a pose when he was seriously injured.

Everyone was puzzled.

Only Senior Luo and Jun Yao, their eyes condensed at the same time.

Of course, their eyes were also puzzled, but more of it was horror.

"Turn from death to life..." Senior Luo only squinted out four words, even if it was him, he couldn't recognize what kind of martial arts it was.

In his long years of martial arts practice, he has read countless people, has contacted countless forces, and knows countless martial arts.

But even he has never seen this kind of martial arts.

Mr. Yao didn't say a word, his face was slightly inexplicable, and then his brows frowned.

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