My Master is Lin Zhengying

Right now, he just wants to lie down and rest.

Continuous running, although the body can eat, but the spirit is still very tired.

Therefore, Nan Chen wants to take a good rest right now.

But as soon as he lay down, there was a sudden commotion outside Qingcheng Mountain.

"Come on people!"

"There are people injured!"

"Does any fellow daoist bring life-extending pills?"

"Hemostatic medicine, get the hemostatic medicine quickly."

"..."

There was a lot of movement, as if someone had been injured and was now in critical condition.

Hearing such a loud commotion, Nan Chen couldn't fall asleep either.

Taking a deep breath, he got up and walked out, wanting to see what was going on.

When he came outside the house, he found many Taoist disciples, and they all surrounded him at the moment.

Surrounded the accident site with three floors inside and three floors outside.

Someone in the middle is shouting:

"Hemostatic medicine, who brought the hemostatic medicine!"

The man was extremely anxious, his face was covered with blood, obviously he had experienced a big battle.

Nan Chen happened to be wearing a hemostatic medicine.

Then take a step forward:

"I have here..."

As soon as Nan Chen finished speaking, everyone turned their heads.

"It's Fellow Daoist Nanchen!"

"Nanchen, is that Nanchen from Maoshan?"

"If it's not him, who else?"

"..."

Many disciples from various factions around him had never seen him before, and they talked about it one after another.

At the same time, he made way for Nan Chen.

Nan Chen took out a small bottle from his body.

As the second disciple of Maoshan, Uncle Jiu's most valued disciple.

It goes without saying that Uncle Jiu took care of Nan Chen.

The treatment in the entire Maoshan is basically the best.

As long as Nan Chen opens his mouth to pills and medicines, there is nothing he can't get.

Even exercises are no exception.

So Nan Chen also carried some nourishing pills, hemostatic medicine and so on.

For nothing else, these things can save lives at critical moments.

Nan Chen hurried up and came to the middle.

A young man was lying on the ground covered in blood, and his neck was cut with a knife.

It's not too deep, but it's still bleeding.

Without the bleeding, he probably wouldn't have survived either.

This is a sword wound.

Nan Chen frowned:

"let me!"

After finishing speaking, Nan Chen raised his hands and hurriedly sealed the man's acupoints.

At the same time, apply the hemostatic medicine on the man's neck.

This is Maoshan's strong hemostatic medicine, and its medicinal power is amazing.

In addition, Nan Chen sealed the opponent's acupuncture points.

So when the medicine was applied, the blood was quickly stopped.

"Stop it, stop it!"

"This medicine is really powerful."

"..."