Urban Madness

When seeing the two figures of Taoist Sun and Qingfeng Zhenren, the injured corporal disciples who were present hurriedly sat up, and responded respectfully to each other.

Even if he was seriously injured and unable to move, he had to nod his head.

These two people are the backbone of them today, and they are also the people most admired in their hearts, so they can't neglect at all.

Upon seeing this, Qingfeng hurriedly pressed his hand.

"Everyone, lie down and heal your wounds with peace of mind. Don't let your old wounds recur."

"Today's battle is in my eyes. You guys are really beautiful. You must take care of your injuries as soon as possible!"

"The future of our ancient world of cultivating immortals still depends on you to inherit it."

True person Qingfeng sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Many of the disciples lying here have just crossed the ranks of cultivators, but that's it, their performance on the battlefield is not much worse than anyone else.

In the end, the real person Qingfeng and Taoist Sun left here in the greetings of the disciples.

However, during this period, Qingfeng Zhenren still called the attending physician of these disciples, who was also an elder from the early days of Tianxian in Jinghu Villa.

"Luo Shen, how is the situation of these disciples? When will they return to their best condition?"

There is inevitably worry in the voice of the real person Qingfeng, but the respect is also obvious.

Although Luoshen has only the strength of the early days of Tianxian, his avenue of cultivation is the avenue of medicine!

The path under the medical treatment can be said to be an extremely difficult path to comprehend among the three thousand paths. Whether these disciples can smoothly regain their combat strength depends on the strength of the middle-aged man.

Luoshen on the opposite side gently pushed the gold-framed glasses at the corner of his eyes.

At this time, he was wearing some white robes, his figure was thinner, and he felt like a gentle scum.

"Head, I won't hide it from you. The situation of these disciples is a bit critical. Many disciples even chose to commit suicide because they couldn't bear the tremendous pain."

When the word suicide was mentioned, Luoshen couldn't help showing helplessness in his eyes.

Because you can heal a person's body, but you can never heal his heart.

If he doesn't even have any thoughts of surviving, then all the resources for cultivation and the treatment of zhenqi are meaningless.

"And the battle has only been going on for one day, and the loss is so heavy. In the future, these disciples will definitely be sent over continuously, and we may really be overwhelmed by that time."

After listening to Luoshen's words, Taoist Sun and Real Qingfeng were stunned, and for a while they didn't know how to speak.

"Okay, I see, you can go down and work."

"Quit."

"How could things have grown to where they are now? How could the losses really become so heavy?"

After learning the truth, Taoist Sun kept walking back and forth.

Before, he thought that the big guys were just crying miserably on purpose. In the final analysis, they were greedy for life and fear of death.

But when he came here and saw the tragic situation of these disciples, he knew why those big men were so anxious.

After all, these are their own disciples, and getting along day and night is like their own family members. Is there any reason not to feel distressed?

"Let's take one step at a time. If it is really out of control, then only a part of the group of disciples will be transferred back, and at least it will be able to relieve some pressure for these small families."

After thinking about it for a long time, the real person Qingfeng uttered a word with difficulty.

"But... But what if something goes wrong with the resource library?"

"Should... There should be no big problem, we can only gamble now. The King of Black Wind does not know the specific location of the resource library."

"Of course, it's too early to say this. Let's support it for a while before we talk about it."

After listening to Mr. Qingfeng's words, Taoist Sun shook his head, he can only continue to insist, he can't really let go and surrender.

Then when the two were about to leave the place where they lived, they still bowed slowly to those camps.

This does not represent the level of realm, nor does it represent the strength of the status, it is just a simple expression of respect for those disciples.

………

Inside the Black Wind King Camp.

Seeing the news from Wugui, the Black Wind King stomped angrily.

"Damn real person Qingfeng, that old boy's defensive heart is really strong, he has reached this point, and he still doesn't take his disciple back!"

"Does he really want to use those ordinary family disciples to deal with our attack?"

The Black Wind King became more and more angry. The reason why he chose to attack the overall situation was to reduce the number of assistant disciples in the Chinese and foreign resource banks, so as to create a good opportunity for them without regrets.

But it was obvious that Real Man Qingfeng didn't follow his own way.

"I said long ago that your method is unreliable. The war has only been going on for one day. How could the opponent make such a rash move?"

"Don't treat Mr. Qingfeng as a fool."

The Venerable Nether spoke out of anger.

I have already said that this battle turned out to be a protracted battle.

The King of Black Wind wanted to resolve the battle quickly. There was no such possibility. The background of Jinghu Villa was far from simple as he had imagined.

"Don't talk about these useless cold words here!"

The Black Wind King said coldly.

"Although it is only the first day, the next combat power will definitely expand it infinitely for the old man!"

"I don't believe how long Master Qingfeng can last!"

The voice of the Black Wind King was full of confidence.

In fact, he discovered something was wrong right from the beginning of today's war, and there was definitely something wrong with the top players in Jinghu Villa.

Because the fiercest battle is the little sect who has no strength!

From this, only one conclusion can be drawn, Qingfeng Zhenren must have placed a large number of powerhouses outside the resource pool.

So what I have to do now is to add fire to them.

"Are you really so swearing? Don't forget that Qin Ming has been away for so long, and there is still no news."

The Nether Supreme came abruptly with the deadliest word.

"Is there any news from Qin Ming? It seems that I can't ask the old man. This question should be asked of you."

The Black Wind King snorted coldly.

"He brought it, but your family's Netherworld Fairy Flute!"

"Then for you, is it because he is not strong enough, or is there something wrong with your natal weapon?"

"impossible!"

The tone of the Nether Lord changed for the first time.

"The strength of the Netherworld Fairy Flute can't be better understood by the old man. As long as Ye Fan hasn't reached the late stage of the Magic Mirror, he will not be able to fight back at all. This is the old man's unique self-confidence!"