As he finished speaking, Wu Qi closed his eyes and meditated, and immediately began to recall the steps of the group therapy and all the related techniques.

He recalled extremely fast. In just a moment, he completely searched out all the memory fragments about group therapy in his mind, and then spliced ​​them together and combined them. A set of methods, steps and precautions for group therapy were immediately formed in his mind and restored to a complete set of memories.

The next moment, when Wuqi opened his eyes, the hesitation in his eyes disappeared, and the previous gratitude and excitement were wiped out from his face, leaving only an expression of incomparable determination.

At the same time, he suddenly raised his right hand and took the opportunity to move forward. In an instant, he threw the white clouds in his palm directly to the top of his head. Wuqi immediately retracted his palm, bit the tip of his tongue, and spewed out a large mouthful of blood into the air. Then, his right hand grabbed it in the air, threw it up heavily, and shouted: "Condensing!"

There was only one word, but as he said this word, Wuqi's palm spread out suddenly pulled it suddenly, then pinched it with all his strength, and made a fist stance. The blood mist that was thrown away by him suddenly burst out like red lightning, and then it completely collided with the white cloud that was only the size of a palm.

The two objects touched each other without making any sound. But the moment they touched, the battle was extremely fierce. The white clouds were like an eternal boulder. No matter how blood hit or bite it, they were not affected at all, and there was no trace of wear. Although the blood was defeated repeatedly, it never gave up.

It has been like the surging and endless rage wolves, crazily and violently impacting the white clouds, as if it was hitting an indestructible embankment. As time goes by, the impact not only did not diminish, but instead became more and more powerful and stronger through repeated attempts.

In the end, a small pinhole-like hole was finally hit on the white clouds. Then, the blood suddenly drilled down, and immediately it was sucked in by a long whale. The next moment, the white clouds in the air seemed to be struggling, trembling wildly.

However, it only trembled for a second, and then after Wuqi shouted "Quiet!", it stopped instantly. The next moment, as Wuqi's right hand clenched its fist suddenly opened, his eyes were concentrated at the same time, he looked up at the sky, and let out a low shout "Long!", the white cloud that had just calmed down began to tremble violently again.

However, compared with the last time, Baiyun's trembling this time clearly showed an excitement, just like a child with a giant treasure, trying his best to show off in front of others.

Of course this emotion is true, and Wuqi also knows best why this is the case, because it means that the blood that just poured into Baiyun's body has begun to gradually merge with the other party. Moreover, it also means that a major change will occur in the next moment.

As expected, the active tremor in the white cloud lasted almost for three seconds, and immediately shrank inward like a sea surface that was forcibly squeezed to its limit, and then suddenly expanded outwardly. Although it was just a simple shrinkage and then another, the volume of the white cloud expanded more than twice.

The next moment, when it continued to repeat such movements, its volume doubled again. Before this was over, the white clouds were still expanding, constantly expanding. At first glance, the white clouds at this moment were like a huge dough, expanding larger and thicker on the top of everyone's heads.

In the end, it took only five seconds to block all the range and vision of everyone's heads tightly and closely. Seeing this scene, Wuqi breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the expansion of the white clouds was about to end, his right hand suddenly wrapped around his head, and after drawing a small circle, his eyes swept away as lightning as lightning to sweep away the unconscious people.

Then, his five fingers were buckled, and then suddenly opened, turned into a palm shape, shouting in a low voice: "Spread!"

There was still only one word, but at the exit of this word, the white cloud that had expanded dozens of times trembled again, slowly splitting like snowflakes, falling downwards, respectively, towards Nakelulu, Yun Zhihao, He Xiaotian, Xiaobai, Sword Saint Abel, Xius and Wuqi himself, and none of them fell on the rest of the positions.

Each piece of snowflake contains the magical effects of medical technology. Although it looks exactly like ordinary snow, when they slowly fall and come into contact with everyone's bodies, they instantly turn into transparent and disappear. This is the part that everyone can see after gradually awakening from the coma.

The part they couldn't see was that when the snowflakes turned into transparency, they did not simply disappear, but turned into a transparent and strange force, which quickly moved to the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if a moth was flying into a fire, and merged into it for his life to heal his wounds.

This is the effect of every snowflake because it contains the magical effects of medical technology.

Although the medical effect of a snowflake is not obvious, it accumulates in small amounts and fills the armpits. Under the combined effect of hundreds and thousands of snowflakes, the wounds of the Sword Saint, Wuqi and his partner were quickly repaired as if they were performed by Wuqi himself. They were completely repaired without leaving any left. Not only did the injury completely recover, but the exhausted physical strength was greatly supplemented.

At this moment, snowflakes were flying all over the sky, like a strange scene. Everyone inside developed an indescribable beauty at the same time, even Wuqi was the same. In an instant, he felt as if he was in a quiet, peaceful, and uncontested paradise, extremely comfortable.

However, this beauty comes quickly and goes faster, and it also brings a faint sense of sorrow. When the snowflakes rain falls, when the injuries of his friends are completely restored, and when everyone's physical strength is fully replenished. Wuqi should have been happy at this time, but this is also the moment when his strength has declined by one level.

Almost as soon as the blood fell, Wuqi's face turned pale immediately. Then, with a violent tremor, a large mouthful of blood was spewed out, and his legs were soft. He staggered several steps back and forth before he stood firm.

But when he stood firm, he carefully checked his strength, but it was really like the consequences of using group therapy beyond the level, falling by a whole level. His current strength is only at the primary level of the master level.

Wake up from a coma and finds that his injuries are slowly recovering under the influence of a strange force. Even the lost physical strength is quickly replenished. This is not counting. Later, when everyone looked up, they saw the rare snow scene at the same time. This should have been happy.

Everyone was really very happy inside. The joy of resurrection after the disaster and resurrection even made their inner excitement reach an unprecedented level, even the Sword Saint.

He found that he had come alive again, and after his injuries and physical strength were fully recovered, he was almost excited and immediately cheered with a happy cheer. He had not felt this excitement for a long time. He remembered very clearly that this kind of joy from the heart was only felt before he became a cultivator when he was very young.

He originally wanted to be grateful to Wuqi, but when the snowflakes above his head fell completely, he was about to be grateful to Wuqi, but before he could even say "thank you", he immediately saw Wuqi's blood-spraying scene. The sword saint's eyes were stunned, his heart stumbled, and his face was extremely horrified.

"What’s wrong with you?"

In an instant, the others felt the same as in his heart, but only Rod and Nakrulu rushed forward without hesitation, holding Wuqi's shaky bodies from left to right, and asked in unison.

However, the names of these two people are slightly different. Rhode calls his name directly, while Naklulu subconsciously shouts out the three words "slug".

"I'm fine. You all recovered, so good." Seeing the familiar face appearing in front of him again, and a familiar voice from his friends came from his ears, Wuqi felt relieved in his heart. He waved his hand gently, pushed Rod and Nakelu away, smiled slightly as if nothing had happened, and replied softly.

But as long as he is not a fool, he can see how forced his smile is at this moment, and even looks very bleak against the pale face. Of course, Rod would not believe Wuqi, and Nake Lulu is the same. After the two looked at each other, they immediately covered Wuqi without saying a word and found out his injuries.

After a moment, Rhode's face suddenly sank, and his handsome face instantly seemed to be covered with frost, which was so cold that it was scary. At the same time, Rhode had a blue face and cursed angrily: "Why are you still strong at this time? Your strength has dropped by a level, thinking I can't see it? Idiot! Sit it out for me quickly and wait for your injury to recover, and we will go out to kill the enemy together."

"Yes." Nakelulu, who was standing beside him nodded and agreed immediately after hearing this.

But after saying this, she saw Wuqi insisting on standing up from the ground, and kept admonishing Rhodes, and immediately imitated Rhodes to deliberately look down on his face and cursed angrily: "Slug! I am now officially ordering you in the name of the leader of the Breaking Corps. From now on, you must recuperate well and have a good rest.

When you can perform medical techniques, you will completely repair your injury and let us go out together. Otherwise, I will immediately remove your position as deputy commander. Do you understand?"

Her words fell, and before Wuqi could answer, the others couldn't help but chuckled. However, when they saw the sincere and concerned look in the eyes of Nakelulu and Rhode, they immediately stopped laughing at the same time, imitated the two of them, and said in a serious voice: "Yes. If you don't listen to Lulu's orders, we will give you a fist."

This is a joke that anyone can hear, let alone Wuqi.

Listening to his friends' concerns, Wuqi felt a warmth in his heart, and the sadness and unwillingness arising from the decline in strength also became less and less. In the end, when the negative emotions in his heart were completely replaced by a faint warmth and touching, he finally raised the corner of his mouth, showed a relieved smile, and replied jokingly: "Is that so? Then it seems that I want to disappoint you."

As soon as this said, he didn't feel anything, but the others were stunned at the same time. Yun Zhihao's wise light flashed through his eyes, as if he suddenly thought of something, and asked in surprise: "Short man, you won't tell us that you can't recover, right?"

At this moment, he asked the common questions in the hearts of others. Everyone turned their heads at the same time when they heard this and looked slowly at Wuqi.
Chapter completed!