Jun Chenxi covered her mouth in horror, preventing herself from making any sound. She thought to herself: Why is there so much black air in my brother's throat?
What are these black gases?
The Sixth Prince's breathing and pulse gradually became weaker, and the black air in his throat was leaving him faster and faster.
Black spots appeared on the body of the white lotus-like Snow Child, making it look hideous and terrifying. Gradually, the palm-sized Snow Child was filled with black, and its original appearance could not be seen. The tears it shed also turned into turbid black, and the spiritual water in the basin emitted a foul odor.
Jun Chenxi couldn't stand the stench a little bit, so he pinched his nose and turned to look at Lan Zhi, and found that Lan Zhi didn't even frown, as if she didn't smell anything.
"The miracle doctor has great concentration..." Jun Chenxi thought.
When the last wisp of black air sank into the Weeping Snow Child, it announced that this spiritual object was completely destroyed.
Click, click...
A crisp sound of shattering was heard, and the Weeping Snow Child turned into countless debris. The fragments floated on the spiritual water, looking extremely miserable.
"Is it over?" Jun Chenxi asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." Lan Zhi nodded.
Jun Chenxi rushed to his brother's side and pushed his arm, "Wake up."
The Sixth Prince's chest rose and fell slightly. He opened his eyes sleepily and looked at his sister. He wanted to say something, but he was too sleepy and quickly closed his eyes again. Sleep is a process of adjustment and repair of the body. His heartbeat and pulse rate were gradually returning to normal.
"Let him sleep a little longer." Lan Zhi said.
"When will my brother wake up?" Jun Chenxi was a little nervous.
"In an hour or two."
Jun Chenxi asked again: "How many times will my brother need treatment in the future?"
"No need, this time is enough." Lan Zhi waved her hand and left the tent.
She was a little tired, looked up at the sky, and planned to go down the mountain to eat.
Lan Zhi passed by rows of tents. When she walked through a certain area, she felt a strong wind blowing behind her. Lan Zhi dodged sideways and found a burly man standing behind her with a wooden stick in his hand. He was about to knock Lan Zhi unconscious with the stick, but she dodged it.
"Haha, what a miraculous doctor..." The sturdy man had an awkward smile on his face. He grabbed the wooden stick with one hand and waved it in the air twice. He scratched the back of his head with the other hand and said, "My hand is a little cramped."
Lan Zhi twitched the corner of her lips. "Do you think you can fool me with such a clumsy lie?"
The strong man's expression froze, and then he said angrily: "So what if I can't deceive you?"
He waved his hand and called out, "Brothers, come on!"
Seven or eight strong men suddenly jumped out from a tent nearby. Two of them were holding ropes, and the others were bare-handed, raising their hands to grab Lan Zhi.
Lan Zhi turned around calmly and flicked her sleeves. Several threads of spiritual power stretched out from her fingertips and accurately pierced the acupuncture points on the bodies of several people.
Boom, boom, boom, there were several muffled sounds in succession, and the strong and tall men fell to their knees one after another. Two of them were unlucky and bumped into each other, rolling on the ground.
"Are you from Liuyan Sect?" Lan Zhi lowered her eyes, raised her foot, and stepped on the back of one of the strong men, preventing him from getting up.
"If you provoke me again, I promise you will die beautifully..." Her voice was gentle and indifferent.
A beautiful death?
Shouldn't he have died miserably?
The other strong men had this thought in their minds, but they didn't delve into it. They endured the pain and stood up, saying coldly, "Tian Miao, you're only at the Qing Yuan realm! Don't be so arrogant!"
"Form a formation!"
Several strong men stood in different positions, their hands forming hand seals. The spiritual energy in their bodies gathered to form a formation rune. The function of this formation was...
restraint.
The spiritual power turned into five long ropes, wrapping around Lan Zhi from different angles.
The burly man being stepped on by Lan Zhi yelled, "You can't run away! This is our sect's Binding Goose Formation. Any cultivator below the Cheng Yuan realm cannot escape the formation's capture!"
"Really?" Lan Zhi sneered. She didn't want to use Qingyan in public. The commotion here had attracted the attention of many people, but many people were just watching from afar. Some of them were "patients" who had sought treatment from Lan Zhi not long ago, but no one came to help. There was a child in the crowd who was anxiously pulling the adult's hand and pointing at Lan Zhi, as if he wanted his parents to save him. However, the parents looked over here apologetically and hurriedly left with the child.
Lan Zhi remembered this family of three. Only the mother was a cultivator, while the father and the child were just ordinary people. The mother seemed to be from a certain sect. She heard that there was a miracle doctor here, so she brought her sick child here to try her luck. This family did not have the courage to make enemies with the Liuyan Sect. Although they received Lan Zhi's favor, they were unable to repay her.
Lan Zhi looked calm. She had never placed her hopes on others, and she didn't need anyone's help.
Lan Zhi pushed her feet hard against the ground, jumped up, and spun in the air. The strong man who had been stepped on by her quickly got up and left the battlefield.
"You're finished!" The strong men who were setting up the formation were extremely excited. There was no fulcrum in the air, and they didn't understand why Lan Zhi wanted to commit suicide. They quickly controlled the rope to sweep upwards towards the young and thin body.
Lan Zhi opened her arms and released spiritual threads from her hands. The threads picked up the ropes and, using her clever strength, gathered them into two strands. Lan Zhi somersaulted in the air and grabbed the two long ropes formed by the formation. Flames burned in the palms of her hands. Because her hands were in a clenched fist position, others could not see the green flames in her palms. The long rope of the formation was burned and broke in an instant.
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