Chapter 121 She didn't take this minor injury seriously at all

What is arrogance? This is arrogance.

Those who wanted to deal with her were furious. Of

course, to the fans, it meant that their uncle was still handsome and unstoppable.

Of course, there was also the sect master and his friends.

These people were missing arms and legs. Unless there was a continuous pill, otherwise...

At this time, the sect master suddenly thought of what he saw that time, about Di Yange healing Feng Ximeng's wound.

So this might not be Di Yange's boasting.

If she really had the ability, then these people would have nothing to say.

"First take the injured to the Holy Medical Peak. Yan'er, you also go to the Holy Medical Peak. The rest of the disciples with minor injuries, take them back to their residences to heal their wounds. The competition will be postponed."

The people of Shura Sect looked at the sect leader with a sneer: "What Holy Medical Peak? Didn't she say that she could treat it alone? We old men will stand here and watch her treat it."

"Okay."

Anyway, her treatment methods, without her teaching, no one can understand.

Even if they understand it, it doesn't matter.

This medical skill is used to benefit people.

It's a good thing if more people learn it.

So Di Yange came to a disciple with a broken arm.

Just as they were about to take action, the leader suddenly said: "Wait, what if Yan'er heals them."

The elder of Shura Sect obviously didn't believe it, and said disdainfully: "Then I will kowtow to you and admit my mistake."

"Forget about kowtow to me, you just need to kowtow to Yan'er."

"Heh."

Di Yange smiled provocatively at the elder of Shura Sect.

Before everyone could understand what was going on, they saw that she had already stabbed the needle into the man's stump and broken hand.

After stabbing a few needles, Di Yange suddenly stopped.

She suddenly felt that she might have exaggerated a little.

Because her injury has not healed yet.

But it shouldn't be a big problem.

It's just more than twenty people, they shouldn't die.

But through this incident, she suddenly had a new idea.

She could go and treat people for free, but if she treated hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of people, she would sooner or later die of exhaustion.

She suddenly realized that she was smart again.

After she dealt with the matter of the Xianlai Sect, she would go to the mortal world to treat people for free.

Di Yange used a needle to activate the epidermal bone and blood of the man's stump and severed hand, and then used a needle to tie the man's bone and blood together, sprinkled it with the powder of the Duancon Pill, and then used spiritual energy to promote the growth of the broken bone and blood, so that the broken bone and blood would grow together quickly. Finally, she took out the needle, and it was done.

However, each process required the consumption of her consciousness, blood, and spiritual energy, and depending on the severity of the situation, some would consume more.

For example, if some interfaces were too lacking, more spiritual energy and blood would be needed to promote the growth of bone and blood.

At this time, Feng Ximeng and Liu Chanyi also came over with admiration on their faces, and helped her with her work, such as patching up her broken limbs, helping her wipe her sweat, and sending her pills.

The disciples of the Xianlai Sect on the side just watched Di Yange save one after another, and their admiration for her became even greater.

As for the three sects, especially the elder of the Shura Sect, their faces were all gloomy.

However, these people may not know Di Yange's current situation, but the people outside the light curtain can see it very clearly.

Di Yange had never recovered before, and during the competition, she was injured to the core by Xiao Jue. Her blood and spiritual energy had long been seriously insufficient, and she also suffered very serious internal injuries.

From the beads of sweat constantly oozing from her forehead, and Yi Yuehua who was standing in front of the light curtain and frowning constantly, it can be seen that she is in a very difficult situation now.

"The Demon Emperor is worthy of being the Demon Emperor, he is so patient. She herself has been injured so badly, yet she still goes to treat people. And it's not just ordinary treatment. Anyone who knows a little bit of medical skills knows that this kind of limb reattachment technique consumes too much energy. She can save five people, which may be her limit."

"This is all the fault of the devil. If he hadn't caused trouble, the Demon Emperor wouldn't have helped him clean up this mess."

"Tsk. Sure enough, their relationship is different. Otherwise, why would the Demon Emperor help him?"

At this time, Xiao Jue, who was hiding in the crowd, did not change his expression, but it can be seen from the fact that he was holding the sword tightly.

He was regretting and blaming himself.

Because if that person hadn't saved him, he wouldn't have been injured.

If he hadn't been injured, he wouldn't have been so weak.

It's funny that at that time, he still felt that Di Yange's cultivation was higher than his, and he also felt that this competition was a bit unfair, and he should be the winner.

But he didn't expect that Di Yange not only saved him, but also helped him clean up this mess in the end.

"Don't save him, don't save him anymore..."

Xiao Jue looked at the man in the light screen who was saving people, and a dazzling red suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His heart was full of bitterness.

Although he still hated Di Yange now, he didn't hate her at that time at all, and even had a strange emotion growing.

At this time, he just wanted to rush in and beat him up at that time.

...

Di Yange secretly wiped the corner of his mouth.

It's not a big problem. Compared with the previous injuries, it's nothing.

It's just that the consumption is a bit large, and it feels a bit out of pace.

"Boy, are you not feeling well? If you are not feeling well, just say it directly. Just kneel down and maybe I will forgive you." The elder of Shura Sect teased Di Yange when he saw him resting secretly.

The Sect Master said, "Yan'er, take a rest if you are tired. I am here today. Who dares to hurt you?"

Di Yange took out a handful of pills and after eating them, he was full of energy again.

She smiled at the elder of Shura Sect and said, "Don't worry, I am fine." He

cured five people in one breath without even taking a breath.

With the blessing of those pills, Di Yange finally cured everyone.

But the continuous pill had become the size of a grain of rice.

Although the spiritual energy can replenish her, the loss of energy still makes her exhausted.

But it's not a big problem. She

just almost fell asleep.

The people from the Shura Sect and other three sects looked at Di Yange with murderous intent in their eyes: "Heh. You cured them, but what about them? Although their injuries are relatively minor, they also need treatment."

Liu Chanyi directly took out a mountain of healing medicine: "Your sect is really poor. If you don't have healing medicine, we have plenty in the Xianlai Sect."

Now that Miaodan Peak can mass-produce pills, these pills are a piece of cake for her.

The disciples were envious.

So they took the pills and said they didn't want to be treated.

"Since the injuries are all healed, let's continue the competition."

An elder of the Wanfa Sect suddenly said.

The elder of Shura Sect also said happily: "Yes, let's compete quickly. After the competition, we have to rush back to the sect. Boy, you are not afraid. You vowed to win the first place, you can't be so scared."

"Impossible. Yan'er needs to rest." The sect master said angrily.

Several disciples who had just been healed wanted to say a few words for Di Yange, but they had no choice but to shut up silently.

Di Yange just smiled and said, "Let's compete."

She didn't care about this minor injury at all.

And this first place must be theirs.

Because this competition seems to be very important to the sect master, so they must not lose.

"You can compete. But before the competition, you must kowtow to me and admit your mistakes. You can't go back on your promise."

Di Yange stood there, looking at the middle-aged male elder of Shura Gate with a smile.

At this time, the wound on her face had long recovered, and her handsome face was full of arrogance.