During the treatment process, Lin Ming did not shy away from everyone.
Because his treatment method is different from ordinary people, he does not need extra means.
First, feed the short-haired girl an ordinary healing elixir.
Then, under the reflection of his mind's eye, he found out the girl's wound - the left side of her abdomen. The wound was not particularly deep, but it was extremely long.
Immediately afterwards, the divine inscription with the word "healing" hung on the short-haired girl's abdomen.
A stream of lavender mist circulated, and soon, the girl's wound healed, and her face gradually turned rosy.
People around him couldn't help but start talking.
"Wow, who is this young man? He can be called a healing hand!"
"Amazing. He is both a powerful swordsman and a kind healer. He is also very young looking at his age."
"It's mainly the divine inscriptions. Haven't you noticed that the divine inscriptions contain the meaning of purple? This is the genuine and extraordinary divine inscriptions!!!"
Lin Ming turned a deaf ear to the words of the people around him. He turned to several other students from Xuanwen Academy and said:
"Her wounds had just healed, and she had a period of weakness after losing a lot of blood. During this period, at least two people were sent to look after her."
The girl carrying the spear behind her nodded and said, "Well, chief senior, don't worry, we understand."
Hearing this sentence, the people around him were a little confused at first.
Then, they gradually reacted.
A certain city defense soldier exclaimed: "What? He, he is the chief of Xuanwen Academy? No, it is rumored that the position of chief of Xuanwen Academy has always been unresolved."
The people around him rolled their eyes at him, "Your intelligence is too late."
Another city defense soldier patted his companion on the shoulder, "The chief of Xuanwen Academy is named Lin Ming. He is the seed of a saint who has understood the transcendental level of divine writing."
At the same time, the people at Xuanwen Sword Academy were quite embarrassed.
They looked at Lin Ming, and flashed back in their minds the way he looked like a god coming down, and then instantly killed 49 bloodthirsty Bodhi ghosts.
This man saved them!
However, the chief senior sister of Xuanwen Sword Academy, "Mo Yingxue", issued an order——
If you see Lin Ming, you will kill him.
Moreover, anyone from the Xuanwen Sword Academy only had to fight Lin Ming.
If you can hurt Lin Ming, you will be rewarded.
If you can cut off one of Lin Ming's limbs, you will be rewarded heavily.
Being able to capture Lin Ming, escort him to Mo Yingxue, and make any request to her, Mo Yingxue would definitely use all her connections to achieve her goal.
The students of Xuanwen Sword Academy looked at me and I looked at you, ready to make a move.
However, they were injured and it would take time for them to heal after taking the elixir.
Moreover, Lin Ming had just saved their lives, and if he was the first one to make the first move, he would inevitably be gossiped about in the future.
They were all waiting to see who could bear it more.
Lin Ming didn't even look at them, he just continued to use the "heal" word to heal people's injuries.
The junior students of Xuanwen Academy and the soldiers of the Qingye City Defense Army were cured by him one after another.
They stood silently beside Lin Ming, always on guard against possible attacks from people from the Xuanwen Sword Academy.
Lin Ming chuckled, "Don't worry about it, let's continue the treatment."
At this time, a young man from Xuanwen Sword Academy shouted: "He definitely has selfish motives for not treating the people in Xuanwen Sword Academy. We should strike first!"
As soon as these words were spoken, several people suddenly came out holding long swords.
Their faces showed fierceness, some were doing it for money, some were doing it for fame, and some were just stupid and really believed that Lin Ming wanted to murder them.
As they came out, more Xuanwen Sword Academy students unsheathed their swords and walked towards Lin Ming.
Soon, only a small number of Xuanwen Sword Academy students looked hesitant and were unwilling to move.
Most of the other Xuanwen Sword Academy students are ready.
They looked at Lin Ming with serious expressions.
The sword can be wielded at any time!
At this moment, Jian Wuxu stood opposite them and slammed the sword box on his back.
Bang!
Jian Wuxu's voice was low and powerful, "What are you doing?! Do you want to take action against your savior?"
The students of Xuanwen Sword Academy frowned and did not answer.
Jian Wuxu's whole body aura bloomed, and a sword aura lotus rose with him as the center of the circle.
He said coldly: "If you know how to repay a favor, are you worthy of using a sword?"
Among the people in Xuanwen Sword Academy, a sinister-looking young man sneered:
"Jian Wuxu, you are not the chief of Xuanwen Sword Academy, what are you trying to do?"
Another woman with a scar on her face sneered, "Dare you help outsiders? Do you want to be a traitor to Xuanwen Sword Academy?!"
Jian Wuxu's thick eyebrows were angry and he slapped the sword box with one palm.
"I only act with respect to Kenshin. What about you? You consider yourself a swordsman, but you don't even have the pride to tell the difference between good and bad."
At this time, a young man with an immature appearance said: "But the chief wants to kill him, the Sword Academy wants to kill him, and the Mo family wants to kill him. Our positions are different from his. We can get benefits by killing him, so why not do it?" ?”
Jian Wuxu closed his eyes and slowly exhaled, "Even if he is Lin Ming, even if the Sword Academy issues a death order, when have we, the sword cultivators, only acted to please others?"
"If you still claim to be a swordsman, get out of here!"
Each sentence was louder than the other, and by the end, Jian Wuxu's voice was almost a roar.
Lin Ming, who was treating someone's injuries, paused slightly and looked away with his mind.
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Lin Ming praised softly in his heart: "A true swordsman, a true hero..."
At this time, the students of Xuanwen Sword Academy all took a step forward, using the power of the crowd to oppress Jian Wuxu in a majestic manner.
Jian Wuxu showed no fear and knocked his foot against the side of the sword box.
boom!
The sword box was opened in a fan shape, and a total of thirteen swords were lined up inside.
His right palm gently landed on one of the handles, his eyes were extremely cold, "Whoever takes three more steps will die!"
The last word is sonorous and powerful, like gold and iron ringing together.
At this time, Lin Ming no longer continued to heal people.
The figure flickered, and Lin Ming, dressed elegantly in white, stood side by side with Jian Wuxu.
"Your name is Jian Wuxu?" Lin Ming asked.
Jian Wuxu nodded, "Yes."
Lin Ming chuckled casually, "My name is Lin Ming, Shuangmulin, I will bear it in my heart."
"From now on, you will be my friend, Lin Ming, how dare you?"
"Why don't you dare?"
The corners of Jian Wuxu's mouth curled up, and his eyebrows as thick as black ink raised upwards.
"You are full of enthusiasm and should be a good friend."
At this time, the little guy stuck his head out and stretched out his paws, "If you are Brother Ming's friend, you are my friend."
Jian Wuxu was slightly startled, "Okay!"
The next second, Lin Ming raised the corner of his mouth slightly, took a step forward, and gently grasped the hilt of the Jingxian sword, "Who will lead the death?"
