Ye Qingyun looked at the fairy sword carefully, and then poked the red dragon with the sword.
Chiron was so frightened that he trembled.
"Don't be nervous, I am here to treat your injuries, not to harm you."
Ye Qingyun said without raising his head.
"Brother Tiezhu, how on earth are you going to treat me?"
The Master of Yulong Sword couldn't bear it anymore and asked cautiously.
"Stitch!"
The Dragon Sword Master was stunned.
On the side, Sheng Xiaozi and Gu Chen also looked confused.
Obviously I have never heard of this kind of treatment.
Stitch?
Are you going to sew up Chilong's wounds?
Isn't this a bit too hasty?
This is a real dragon.
What the hell is suturing?
Moreover, the source of Chilong's injury is the power of the Yuan Dynasty. If this power is not resolved, even if the injury is stitched up, it seems to be of no use, right?
Ye Qingyun doesn't care about the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty or not. Can I resolve that thing?
If I had this ability, would I still need to grind here?
soon.
Everyone then knew what Ye Qingyun was going to do with the fairy sword.
He actually used the fairy sword as a suture needle to sew the flesh of the real dragon!
Fairy sword as needle!
Tie the fairy rope into a thread!
Ye Qingyun just became busy.
Chilong had never seen such a battle before. He howled in pain and the dragon's body was trembling.
It took most of the day's work.
Ye Qingyun was so exhausted.
"It's finally better."
Ye Qingyun threw the fairy sword to the Dragon Sword Master, wiped the sweat from his head, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The Master of the Dragon Sword had a strange expression on his face. He looked at the dragon's blood stained on his sword, and then at the crooked wound on the red dragon's abdomen that had been sewn up.
For a moment I really didn't know what to say.
He had guessed how Ye Qingyun would treat Chilong's injuries.
But I never expected that Ye Qingyun's method of treating injuries was so outrageous.
Ye Qingyun also knew that his sewing was ugly.
But there is no way.
It is really difficult for him to sew up a real dragon with a sword.
If you can sew up a wound, you are considered highly skilled.
Still want to sew beautifully?
I want to eat shit!
"Red Dragon, what do you think?"
The Master of the Yulong Sword was still very concerned about the situation of the red dragon, so he quickly raised his head and asked.
"I feel like the wound really doesn't hurt anymore."
Chilong said while carefully feeling his injuries.
Don't say it!
Don't tell me!
After the stitches were done, the wound really didn't hurt anymore.
No soreness in the waist and no pain in the legs!
Even my heart stopped beating.
next moment.
Chilong rolled his eyes and exhaled his last breath of dragon energy.
Banglong fell to the ground all of a sudden.
He just lost his breath.
Chapter completed!