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"It works, it works!" The medical staff was stunned, then said happily.

“Who will pay for the treatment?”

"Will the pills be reimbursed?"

Qi Wu Yue asked sincerely.

Medical personnel: "... um... it's considered an injury, so we'll force him to pay for the pills."

Qi Wu Yue shook his head slowly. "How can a life-saving third-grade elixir be as important as an ordinary third-grade elixir, right?"

Medical staff: "...Um...Yes..."

Qi Wu Yue smiled and said, "A third-grade elixir worth ten times the price, would you like to buy it?"

Medical staff: "Let's... um... buy some pills."

Even though it's very extortionate, they are not the ones paying for it, so who cares? As long as they can survive, it's fine.

The medical staff smiled and said, "Doctors are like parents. We would rather see him alive and kicking."

Other people's money is external to your body.

"Life-saving pills. I don't think the injured person will care about these details."

Qi Wu Yue raised an eyebrow: "What about the bill?"

The medical staff resolutely said: "Let's make him sign!"

But what they didn't say was...

You beat someone up, and then sell the pills to the victim at a high price for treatment... I feel that when this fainted guy wakes up and sees the sky-high bill, he will faint again.

Very good, very well discussed.

Qi Wu Yue threw over a third-grade hemostatic pill.

The rescuer caught the pill and looked down at its appearance.

The pill is as round as jade, and the fragrance of the pill is overwhelming. Collect the elixir!

They actually still collect elixirs, elixirs of elixir quality without any poison, and their prices are several times higher than ordinary elixirs, and there is no demand for them.

The third-grade elixir in his hand could be sold for at least 1,500 spirit stones. Because of his reputation as a spirit pill collector, there was no pressure to sell it for a higher price.

Ten times the bill would be fifteen thousand.

Fainted brother, best wishes.

One of the three rescuers was an alchemist, but he was a first-grade alchemist, and it was the first time he saw someone collecting elixirs, let alone a third-grade one.

He was so excited that he couldn't contain himself and wanted to hide the pill and take it back to study it carefully.

Collecting elixirs and taking them for consumption is a waste of resources.

Such treasures should be placed on exhibition stands for people to observe and study, benefiting countless alchemists!

The alchemist had an expression of great pain, he turned away, thinking out of sight, out of heart, and gave the pill to the injured student.

The effect of the medicine was amazing, and the bleeding on the student's head stopped quickly. After the alchemist checked with his spiritual power, he stepped aside and allowed a water-based therapist to treat him.

Three medical personnel, one alchemist, one water element and one wood element, took turns to provide medical treatment.

After a cup of tea, the wound on the injured student's head was almost healed.

The rest will just require a few days of rest, but this person is still in a coma and he will probably wake up in a few hours.

Qi Wu Yue let the white-scaled poisonous snake knock the person unconscious in order to keep him on the stage.

Use the remaining heat.

Xiao Lin was facing the top student in the fourth grade, who was also considered a standout among all the students in the external college.

It is extremely difficult to win, it is impossible not to get injured, and even if you win in the end, you will be exhausted?

There are still several ninth-level students in the fourth grade, which will certainly be difficult to deal with.

So at that time Qi Wu Yue would throw the unconscious student up, and wait until the last moment of the competition before letting Xiao Lin kick him off the stage.

He glanced at the students on the stage.

He was dizzy, which was much less troublesome than the one on Lu Changjue's stage. Qi Wu Yue nodded with satisfaction.

"boom!"

The sound of the attack became more and more rapid, and the two men fought for dozens of rounds.

The mechanic's attack was powerful and each punch he threw was fierce and violent. The shadow of his fists was majestic, bringing out gusts of strong wind and boundless power.

His body surface was glowing with a layer of light black light, the color was dark and pale, but strangely tough, far stronger than gold and stone.

The sword light swung by Xiao Lin couldn't even leave a wound on him.

It seems that the light black light is the defense of the mechanic's body. Xiao Lin's eyes darkened slightly.

He tried it, and the Avoiding God Sword Technique could barely break the opponent's defense, but it only left a very shallow scar, no deeper than a millimeter, and there was no threat of injury.

The two men collided and fought quickly, and punched out at the same time. The spiritual power vibrated from the collision point and spread to the entire circular platform. Strong wind blew, and Xiao Lin's snow-white school uniform sleeves fluttered.

In terms of physical strength alone, he is not as good as a purely physical mechanical cultivator. Xiao Lin's knuckles are stained with blood, with spots on the joints, as red as blood plums.

The powerful force made his entire arm feel numb and painful. Xiao Lin took the mechanic's punch head-on. He was waiting for this moment. His phoenix eyes were sharp and his other hand quickly raised the sword and slashed out.

The sword blade is sharp.

The second move of the God-avoiding Sword Technique, Fufeng Sweep, is launched.

Instantly broke through the layer of light black light used for defense around the mechanic.

The mechanic reacted quickly, raising his elbow to block the attack without even thinking, while flying back several feet.

The sharp sword light continued to attack, flying out, breaking through the light black defense and penetrating deeply into the mechanic's elbow.

The sword light was thin but sharp, drawing a line of blood and splashing a string of bright red blood.

The wound was an inch deep and long enough to run across the entire arm. Blood flowed down like a broken thread in the blink of an eye, making the entire forearm bloody.

Even so, the sword light only faded a little and did not completely dissipate. It was still cutting the bones deep in the arm, making a crackling sound.

The mechanic said nothing, his face was bronze, his lips were pursed, and there was a determination in his eyes. He shouted, raised his other arm, and a golden light flashed, like a vajra, gathering strength to smash it.

The strength in his arms was unfathomable, and he hammered down suddenly. The solid and tough sword light burst out with a sharp cracking sound, and could no longer be maintained and dissipated.

Xiao Lin also retreated a distance, took the opportunity to swallow a pill, and used the second move of the God-avoiding Sword Technique.

He consumed a lot of spiritual energy. If he didn't replenish it in time, once someone seized the opportunity and bombarded him, he would be exhausted.

The hanging arm seemed to have lost consciousness for a moment, and the pain was so severe that it lost the sense of pain.

After a long time, consciousness gradually returned.

"It's a pleasure!" The mechanic looked at the bloody half of his arm and laughed instead of getting angry.

His features were resolute and his face was like stone.

As if he had found a very satisfactory opponent, he clapped his hands in delight, laughed heartily for a while, and then asked curiously: "Your bones are very hard, what kind of physical training do you practice?"

Literally.

Physical training involves practicing physical techniques or using various medicinal herbs to temper the body and make it tough.

The most obvious benefit is that it is not easy to get injured and can withstand fierce attacks.

To put it bluntly, it's not easy to be tough with thick skin and flesh.

Of course, those who practice physical cultivation do not say so. The philosophy they uphold is to use the body as a tool, and the process of body refining is also a process in which an ordinary weak body gradually approaches a "tool".

Conventional body-building techniques are all done from the outside to the inside, first training the skin and flesh, then the essence and blood, then the tendons, and finally the bones.

What copper skin, iron bones and steel bars, it's not a bad way of saying it.