After practicing the ruthless way, the little sister is too strong

At the critical moment, a dazzling light suddenly flashed around.

Several people were forced to close their eyes, and the next second, the sound of flesh and blood exploding was heard.

Yu Qianyang, who had rushed over, stood in front of them with his back to them. He was not holding a sword, but the sharp blade condensed from his murderous intent was enough to cut these Jindan-stage demons into pieces.

When Xia Ling scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense again, he found that the demons had been shattered into pieces, and Yu Qianyang was healing Yue Chenzhi.

"Master, how is our eldest brother?" Lin Xingfan came forward, full of anxiety and worry.

Yu Qianyang glanced at his disciples who were covered in wounds, feeling somewhat guilty. He sighed and said, "I have saved his heart for now, and he will need to be nursed back to health when we return."

As he spoke, Yu Qianyang patted his shoulder gently and said, "You are too seriously injured, go back to the city to heal first."

Lin Xingfan pointed at Si Mufeng who was some distance away from them, "Second Senior Brother is still going through the thunder tribulation, I will wait for him together."

Yu Qianyang looked in the direction he pointed, and the moment he noticed Simufeng's wrist, his heart sank.

Mu Feng's hand...

Lin Xingfan noticed his abnormal reaction and realized something. He suppressed his emotions and lowered his voice, "Master, can Second Senior Brother's hand... be restored?"

"..."

Yu Qianyang said nothing, but just shook his head. He seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, and looked exhausted.

Although Mu Feng's cultivation level increased rapidly, the price he paid was too cruel...

Lin Xingfan looked at Yue Chenzhi, who was bloodied and unconscious, and Si Mufeng, who was injured and almost lost half his life. He clenched his hands tightly, his eyes full of hatred, "Damn demons! One day, my sword will be inserted into the center of the demon world, and I will step on the corpses of thousands of demons!"

Jiang Ci and Qi Huai, who usually didn't have much emotional ups and downs, didn't say anything, but at this moment, they were obviously aroused with hatred.

Xia Ling, who was standing at the side, focused her attention on Si Mufeng after confirming that Yue Chenzhi was fine, but she still couldn't see clearly.

If she didn't use her spiritual sense, all she would see before her eyes would be a blood-red color.

When his spiritual sense swept over Simu Feng's bloody wrist, Xia Ling was silent for a moment and asked in a voice transmission: "...Jin Bao, can my second senior brother's wrist be healed?"

Xiao Jin glanced at the scene outside the system interface and said calmly: [Which aspect do you mean? ]

Xia Ling narrowed her eyes: "...Can it be completely cured?"

He is clearly a rare swordsman genius, yet he suffers unfair treatment time and time again.

...Is there really such a thing as true fairness in this world?

[I have answered this before. For now, it is impossible.] This is not the first time she has asked this question. Xiao Jin is a little helpless, but this is the reality.

Xia Ling asked again: "Can it be restored to the health of an ordinary mortal?"

It is now difficult for him to lift heavy objects for a long time, and if he forces himself, his old injury will relapse.

Even the folding fan that you hold in your hand every day is made of special material and is extremely light.

She had never seen him in agony from a relapse of his old injuries, so she didn't feel it was real.

But now, I can imagine...

Xiao Jin knew what she was thinking, and after a moment of silence, he gave an answer: [It is possible, but difficult.]

Xia Ling did not feel relieved after getting this answer.

If Xiaojin calls something difficult, then it must not be simple.

Moreover, it doesn't say can, but... 'maybe'.

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