ah? The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

The Xihe Garden is destined to be brightly lit tonight.

The medical practitioner was extremely busy because he had the heart-protecting amulet and had not expected that there would be so many injured people. Even the Nine Yang Sect's healing pills were used up. Zheng Tianlu, who came for his junior sister, happened to bring most of the pills from the Miaohuo Sect's medicine garden, which came in handy and filled the gap.

However, it is not free of charge, but all are sold at a price slightly higher than the market price.

Even so, it is enough to make the monks grateful.

The wounds of the monks were polluted by the red light, and the attacks of the spirit beasts were attached with spirituality of different attributes, which needed to be reconciled by medical practitioners to slowly resolve. There were only so many medical practitioners, and their spiritual power would be exhausted. Those who had not been assigned to medical practitioners could only bear it.

Fortunately, the Jindan cultivator has a strong body and will not die even if he stays like this for seven or eight days.

It's just that life is worse than death.

After weighing the two options, most cultivators chose to offer the spirit stones in their pockets to buy pills from Zheng Tianlu.

His deflated purse suddenly filled up again.

After Zheng Tianlu took inventory, excluding the spiritual food banquet he had treated his fellow sisters and nephews, the surplus was actually one third more than before, which stunned the bodyguards and monks who followed him.

"Thanks to Mr. Zheng Daoyou for his generosity."

The injured monk took the pill from him and swallowed it quickly.

His arm was bitten by the fire rat, and the wound was not only carbonized but also had dense small fire spots. As soon as he stopped using his own spiritual power to fight, the small fire spots would burn fiercely and spread to other parts. After taking the pill handed over by Zheng Tianlu, the cool spiritual energy slid from his throat all the way into his dantian, and the small fire spots on the wound were extinguished in an instant.

The monk's frown immediately relaxed: "The fire-killing rat's bite is really deadly. Fortunately, I have the elixir from Fellow Daoist Zheng. Thank you very much."

The wounded were all resting together. Someone grumbled, "They prepared it for his junior sister. They provided us with the elixir for free. Why are you thanking me so much?"

Zheng Tianlu turned around when he heard the voice.

But the voice was too soft, and there were too many people around, all talking in low voices. As soon as the words fell, they were like a drop of water melting into the sea, and there was no way to trace them back.

They all raised their heads, obviously having heard it.

"Uh……"

Especially the cultivator who thanked Zheng Tianlu, holding the porcelain bottle of elixir, his face turned red little by little: "But it really hurts, if you can bear it, no one will force you not to buy it. I am well-educated, I am happy to say thank you, don't point fingers at other people's spirit stones."

"It's okay. My elixir is indeed prepared for my junior sister."

Zheng Tianlu slowly stood up, his back straight, but unfortunately, his naturally round face and round eyes meant that even if he tried to act pretentiously, he couldn't bring himself to look like a landlord's stupid son who had been bullied and sneered angrily: "It's a pity that my junior sister can't be used anymore."

The bodyguard monk behind him asked in astonishment: "Ah? Is Du Xinghe dead?"

"..."

Zheng Tianlu turned back angrily: "She is not injured, not injured!"

After Du Xinghe fell into a coma, Zheng Tianlu was the first to visit her and fed her an elixir that could accelerate the growth of her organs.

Tian Xiao stood outside the door and did not go in to see.

"Since she wasn't injured, why can't we see her?" Jin Deqing from the Lizhu Sect questioned, "Yin Cifeng was eliminated early, but what about her? If she had found us at that time, she and Senior Su Yan would have been together, and the sword formation might not have been broken, and my junior brother wouldn't have died! She was from the Nine Yang Sect before! She also knows the Nine Yang Sect's sword formation! Where did she go?"

Different sects have learned different formations.

But as long as they are from the same sect, after becoming disciples, the master will teach the disciples the sect's protective formation.

When the sect is at a critical moment of life and death, all disciples can do their part.

The disciples of Songxia Sect nearby almost popped their eyes out when they heard this - Daoist friend, is this still in Chinese? Let Su Yan and Du Xinghe cooperate? The internet was disconnected after the Immortal Alliance Competition, and I haven't read the Jade Book for a day! The love, hatred, and vengeance on the Cliff of Questioning the Heart almost wiped out the Dao Discussion section on the Jade Book.

And there are quite a few people who hold the same idea.

But unlike this disciple from Lizhu Sect, they didn’t dare to say it out loud.

After all, everyone depends on their own ability. When monks go out to travel and seek immortal fate and treasures, it is good enough if they don't kill people to steal treasures. There is no obligation of friendship and mutual assistance. So, they could only vaguely agree and ask: "Yes, it would be great if she was here."

"The Ten States Secret Realm is so large, maybe she is also surrounded by crazy spirit beasts somewhere else."

"All the disciples of the Huanling Sect were killed. I remember Luo Shaya and Du Xinghe were very close. Didn't they save her?"

“Fellow Daoist Jin, I understand your feelings of losing a fellow disciple.” A cultivator stood up and supported Jin Deqing, and said with a turn of his eyes: “You know the relationship between Senior Du and the Nine Yang Sect… You know it too, eh…”

Spiritual energy of different attributes and the smell of blood and flesh of the wounded mixed together, filling the air with an irritating and disgusting atmosphere.

"enough!"

Jiang Zeman stood up abruptly and clenched his fists: "Do you dare to say these words again in front of Senior Du?"

He spoke so loudly that he drowned out all the other discussions.

Everyone turned to look at him.

"We are not blaming Senior Du, we just feel it's a pity. Brother Jiang, you don't have to be so excited," the cultivator who supported Jin Deqing said gently, "If you think what I said was inappropriate, I apologize to you."

Jiang Zeman insisted: "Why are you apologizing to me? You should apologize to Senior Du!"

"Don't yell at me..."

"I'm not yelling at you, I'm talking to you!"

The voices kept rising one after another, and Jiang Zeman was so angry that his eyes turned red. He actually didn't understand what they were saying in a sarcastic tone, but he just felt uncomfortable listening to them subconsciously. He was not good at speaking and didn't know where to start in his argument, and instead he seemed like the one who was being unreasonable.

"I just think that if she was there, fewer people would have died, but I also understand that not every Jindan cultivator can lead the cultivators to face the crisis together like Senior Brother Su Yan." The cultivator was not frightened. With so many people around him, he didn't believe that Jiang Zeman would take action here - even if he did, he was not afraid: "Did I say something wrong?"

"you!"

Jiang Zeman's chest rose and fell rapidly, his skin was taut, and his blood vessels were bulging.

His fellow disciple held his shoulders from behind, shook his head and whispered, "Are you crazy? You just activated your barbarian bloodline in the Ten States Secret Realm. If you fight again in such a short time... your meridians won't be able to withstand it!"

Just as Jiang Zeman's fellow disciples were trying to push him back into his chair, a tall figure walked over and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The room was so quiet that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard.

Only mouths were opening and closing in vain, but no sound came out.

They looked at the newcomer.

The one who could silence all the monks in an instant was the deputy leader Chi Wenxing.

“It’s really noisy.”

She had just finished a meeting with the elders of all the major sects and the top leaders of the Immortal Alliance. Emperor Ying Cang was guarding Du Xinghe, so he couldn't ask her questions. She could only ask the remaining cultivators.