Super Dragon Cultivation System

Zhang Xing crossed two dragons into Moore's brain, and slowly guided him to return to the normal running meridian orbit.

After half an hour, the two fighting spirits of the fragment were connected and started to run.

The vitality on Mort's face had disappeared, but remained pale.

(Body sh n) The body has been able to receive the signals in the brain, and tried to move his fingers.

The perception ability under severe injuries is not too strong, but you can clearly know that you can move.

He blinked, moved his eyes, and hummed in his throat.

Make sure that you can regain control (body sh 身 n), and the extra energy in the body is constantly repairing the broken meridians.

Moore cried with excitement. Over the past month, watching Audley was at a loss, couldn't find a way, and anxiously shouted countless times in my heart.

But no one else except myself could hear it. As the day passed, the body became weaker and weaker, so they gave up their survival to prepare for death.

But I did not expect that at the moment when life was about to dissipate, the heavenly doctor was still a descendant of the dwarven clan, and was simply ecstatic.

"Be calm and don't get excited!"

Zhang Xing said lightly.

Moore suddenly calmed down, like a strange baby doing wrong things, closing his eyes and not thinking.

The room was extremely quiet, except for the inaudible breathing, nothing could be heard.

Audley looked at everything in front of him, couldn't believe his eyesight.

Others also forgot about everything. They looked dull and looked at breathing uniformly, and their face (color) became more and more ruddy.

Until ten more minutes passed, Zhang Xing retracted his palm and stood up.

"President Morte is fine, just a little physically weak, and slowly recuperate."

Moult opened his eyes, his beard trembling with excitement, and turned (sh n) to the ground, bent his knees on one leg, and his right hand was flat ((xiong) xiong): "Thank you, Lord Zhang Kong, for your life-saving grace, please accept me . "

Zhang Xing didn't stop, faced indifferently, with an inscrutable gesture.

"Get up, all people of the same tribe. There is no reason to die."

Mort stood up respectfully and felt again that the special spirit in his body had disappeared.

My heart was horrified. The name of the family named Zhang Kong seemed to be about forty years old, but the cultivation of one (body sh n) was unpredictable.

You need to know that fighting a senior war emperor with a grudge is not something anyone can do.

Even people of the same level are not afraid to use fighting energy to treat each other easily. A little carelessness will not only lead to the death of the rescued person (death si), but the rescuer will also have a fighting spirit disorder, with minor injuries and serious injuries.

And Zhang Kong healed him in only half an hour. Who is this ...

After a closer look at Zhang Xing, she was completely unfamiliar with no impression.

In other words, he is not a member of the Wanwu Empire. He knows such powerful people in the Empire.

"Sir Audley, what else can you say?"

Zhang Xing looked indifferently.

When Audley was shocked, he wanted to see how Zhang Xing rescued. The curiosity of the doctor was no less than that of others, and it was of great benefit to observe what he did not understand.

Maybe inspiration has come, and it has greatly improved the medical skills.

However, he didn't see anything, Zhang Xing just put one hand on the other's wrist, and then sat there motionlessly, and healed after half an hour.

I guess it may be treated with fighting spirit for the president, but I have never seen such a calm treatment.

Who isn't sweaty, (hot r 气) a steamy action, after the end, swallow the medicine to recover for a while.

How can it be so easy?