When middle-aged Yang saw that Chu Yan was still not moving, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Come over here and give this young hero everything except the necessities for combat!"
Several Fengyunhui disciples looked at Chu Yan angrily, but still obeyed.
The Daoyuan Stone is gone, but there are so many treasures.
Chu Yan roughly estimated that if sold, there would be at least tens of millions of Daoyuan stones.
"Little brother, is that enough?" middle-aged Yang whispered.
"You want to take people away, why don't you go by yourself?" Chu Yan was puzzled.
Middle-aged Yang suddenly smiled, looked up at Feng Mo, who was still fighting, and said, "If it weren't for you, little brother, today, we might send someone to deliver the wind chimes. Even if it would be uncomfortable to send this person away, it would still be okay. But now that you are here, the people of the Fengyun Society will not leave, and unless there is no one left until the end of the battle, they will never retreat!"
"Little brother, I know that these funds are not much, but it is all we have. If our Fengyun Club is undefeated in this battle, and you come with the wind chimes in the future, we will definitely have a heavier reward!" said middle-aged Yang.
"It's really not much."
Chu Yan was a little helpless.
This is the truth.
He just set up the arena and earned tens of millions in one morning.
Although Fengyun would give him tens of millions.
But the key point is that the arena is a sustainable business.
Fengyunhui will only take this money once.
Besides, Fengyunhui is not the only one who owes him money.
Xuanming Sect also has a share.
As for how he owes him... he owes him money for ruining his Chu Yan Arena business.
He is leaving, who can ask for the debt?
"No, I can't leave." Chu Yan refused again.
Middle-aged Yang's face darkened again.
"boom!"
At this moment, there was a loud noise in the sky, and then a wolf figure was seen flying backwards with blood, and slammed in front of several people. The surrounding buildings could not withstand the terrifying power, and were immediately crushed into powder by the air waves, and the ground There is a huge pothole.
"Hall Master Xue!"
Middle-aged Yang immediately growled, his eyes turning red.
The figure that was blasted back was a new God Emperor, and he was seriously injured. There were hundreds of sword wounds alone.
Of course, to the God Emperor, these skin injuries were far from fatal. What was really serious was the huge bloody hole in this man's chest.
Penetrating injury.
Even the Dantian was shattered, and the vitality was rapidly draining away.
"Quick!" Middle-aged Yang roared desperately, rushed forward and carried the man out of the hole, roaring: "Come here! Help! Where is the blood-tonifying pill? There is also a muscle-building pill!"
Hall Master Xue was very calm lying on the middle-aged Yang's back, and said palely: "Old Yang, it's useless... Dantian is broken, my injury is hopeless, don't waste resources, leave it to brothers who can use it. They, cough, poof!"
Hall Master Xue vomited blood again.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Yang, a middle-aged man with red eyes, covered Hall Master Xue's wound with all his strength: "I will definitely save you, I will definitely save you!"
Hall Master Xue reached out and grabbed the middle-aged Yang's hand, shook his head and said: "Have you forgotten our original intention? Forge ahead and look for a ray of light in the darkness! Don't waste it, I can't do it anymore, promise me, you must Win! Don’t wallow in darkness.”
"Old Xue!" middle-aged Yang growled.
Countless people in the Fengyun Club had red eyes and clenched their fists.
Angry and unwilling.
But at this moment, a faint voice suddenly came: "Ahem, um, I think I can still save him."
Everyone was stunned. Middle-aged Yang looked up and saw Chu Yan slowly walking over in white clothes.
"Does the little brother know medical skills?"
"Uh..." Chu Yan scratched his head: "That's it, right? Well, can you save me?"
"Save!" middle-aged Yang agreed.
"I charge a lot of money."
"No problem, any amount of money is fine, as long as you can save him!"
"Okay." Chu Yan agreed.
Actually, even if he had no money, Chu Yan thought he would be able to save people.
If he doesn't care about anything else, he just keeps moving forward and doesn't sink into the darkness. There is no way he will die without saving his life.
But he thought, one code equals another.
After all, he already had some ideas in mind.
With him here today, it would be difficult to lose in this turbulent society.
No, it’s hard to kill anyone.
For such a great kindness, it’s not too much to ask for a little in return, right?
Immediately, Chu Yan walked up to Hall Master Xue and made pretentious gestures.
He was really just pretending... How could he have any medical skills? He is good at refining elixirs, but this kind of fatal injury is obviously not something that can be saved by a pill, unless it is the extraordinary divine elixir, but he does not have it. He can try to refine it, but if it is refined well, it is estimated that this Hall Master Xue is already on his way.
So the easiest way to treat it is, of course, to give birth.
Hall Master Xue's Dantian was shattered and vitality was draining away. Wouldn't it be better to fill it with vitality? As long as there is enough vitality, the God Emperor can regenerate such injuries.
"Buzz!" Chu Yan put his hand on Hall Master Xue, and there was a faint emerald green light flickering, pouring into Hall Master Xue like an elf.
Middle-aged Yang and the other brothers from the Fengyun Society were watching, but he didn't know any medical skills, so he could only follow and worry.
But not long after, Hall Master Xue, who had already fainted, suddenly coughed and slowly opened his eyes again.
"I am..."\0
Middle-aged Yang was overjoyed: "It's really useful! Old Xue, you don't have to die. This little brother is good at medicine."
Hall Master Xue reluctantly stood up and looked at Chu Yan with a grateful face: "Thank you, little brother!"
"It's okay, I charge the normal fee." Chu Yan didn't care too much. The vitality in the Shengmen is endless. Not to mention that Hall Master Xue is just a dying person. With the help of the Shengmen, he can hang a His tone can bring him back to life.
In addition, Hall Master Xue is a divine emperor himself, and his foundation is there, making it even easier.
After a moment, I saw that Hall Master Xue's wound healed very quickly. He stood up and shook his shoulders: "I, am I healed?"
Middle-aged Yang was dumbfounded: "Old Xue, you..."
"Old Yang, I'm fine. I think I can fight another 800 rounds!" At this moment, Hall Master Xue felt that there was more vitality in his body than before he was injured, as if he was dozens of years younger.
"Haha, little brother, I won't thank you for your kindness. I will kill the Supreme God Emperor today." Hall Master Xue raised his head and looked beyond the sky: "Xuanming Sect, your grandpa is here!"
With that said, Hall Master Xue rose into the air, and his source turned into blazing flames, killing a Xuanming Sect's God Emperor.
After Hall Master Xue left, Yang, a middle-aged man, had not yet come back to his senses. He looked at a disciple next to him and said, "Did Old Xue get punched through the chest just now? Is he about to die? I even cried. Up?"
"Yes..." The disciple nodded numbly.
"Little brother, you are a miracle doctor!" The middle-aged Yang's eyes lit up, he held Chu Yan's hand and said without letting go: "Little brother, you are the great benefactor of my Fengyun Society."
"You won't let me leave now?"
"This..." The middle-aged Yang fell silent again. It was good that Chu Yan could save lives and heal the wounded. Having a miracle doctor like Chu Yan on the battlefield would definitely be a huge help to Fengyunhui.
But the wind chimes must be sent away.
"You go and send the wind chimes."
"Uncle Yang, I won't leave!" Feng Ling said stubbornly: "Besides, my father will not lose!"
The middle-aged Yang family felt helpless for a while. He said so and he was willing to believe Elder Mo, but the key was that this battle would elevate him to the realm lord level.
"Wind Chime, then you promise your uncle not to run around in the camp. If something unexpected happens, you must leave."
"Okay." Feng Ling didn't insist this time, and then stuck out his tongue at Chu Yan.
"ah--"
At this time, there was another scream, and someone in Fengyun Club was seriously injured again.
"Little brother, hurry up and save people!" After the middle-aged Yang said this, he immediately added: "The price is easy to talk about!"
Chu Yan grinned, smart man.
Then he stopped talking nonsense.
Start saving people.
The battlefield is changing rapidly, more and more people are participating on both sides, and the number of injured is also growing rapidly.
At first, middle-aged Yang was worried that Chu Yan could not save him by himself, so he tried to pick some people with minor injuries and sent them to him. Some of the more serious ones, according to those people's words, would be useless even if they were cured. They would have no fighting ability, so don't waste it. resource.
As a result, Chu Yan smiled and waved to middle-aged Yang: "No, bring them all. This is all money. Who dares to steal money from me? Not even the Lord of Hell."
Later, Chu Yan simply stopped healing one by one and began to form an array. The students were the eyes of the array, and the vitality was terrifying.
Everyone in Fengyunhui was stunned and thought...
This is really a money grab with the Lord of Hell.
Some seriously injured people were brought in, but they didn't dare to look at them. They were destined to die, but Chu Yan saved them alive.
Of course, this also greatly boosted the morale of the Fengyun Club.
One by one, those who were seriously injured returned to the battlefield immediately after recovery, and they were even braver than before.
According to their words, it is difficult to die now, so why don't you dare to fight?
Middle-aged Yang looked on and couldn't help but sigh: "This young man must be from the outside world, right? What a powerful method."
"Elder, like this, it is difficult for us Fengyunhui people to die even if we want to, but the other party keeps consuming us. Maybe we can really win." A disciple of Fengyunhui said excitedly.
However, middle-aged Yang did not smile, and his brows were still helpless.
Can you really win?
For now, it is not these people who decide the direction of the battlefield.
It's Feng Mo.
And this is just the extreme state.
In today's situation, I'm afraid the Realm Lord will end up as well.
When the situation comes, it will be difficult to get through it, right?
On the other side, Chu Yan didn't pay too much attention. He was happy to save people. He saved one and silently counted: five hundred thousand!
Yes, he and Fengyunhui set a price of 500,000 Dao Yuan Stones to save a person.
"Isn't there tens of millions more this time?"
So beautiful.
But Chu Yan always feels that it is not an option to continue like this. The money he has to save people now is just an empty promise. Will he be able to get hundreds of millions of Dao Yuan Shi Fengyun by then?
Can he still destroy Fengyunhui?
Moreover, when saving people one by one like this, the money actually comes very slowly.
Suddenly, he thought of something, turned around and looked at middle-aged Yang and said: "Senior Yang... Look, this money comes from... No, no, there is no way to save this person all the time. Otherwise, you see like this, I How much is it worth to directly destroy the Xuanming Sect? Let’s negotiate a fixed price?”
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