Chapter 997
Ling Luoyu's steps suddenly stopped.
On the empty road in front, hundreds of inner disciples, escorted by dozens of core disciples, rushed towards them.
They worked in groups of four, carrying a stretcher.
The people on the stretcher were all stained with blood, motionless, and their life or death was uncertain.
The man next to Mr. Jin had a gloomy face and stepped forward.
"Send all the injured to the Buddhist Medical Hall!"
"yes!"
In response, the core disciples who led the way immediately turned around and turned towards the direction of the Buddhist Medicine Hall.
Ling Luoyu stood there, looking at the injured people who passed by.
She didn't dare to step forward.
She was afraid of seeing Fatty Feng among the injured.
She was the one who brought Feng Chenglin out. If there was something wrong with him, not to mention that she couldn't explain it to Feng Zaitang and Hao Qingyou, she herself wouldn't be able to forgive herself.
But in her heart, she hoped to see traces of him among these people.
It is better to see him here than among the seventy or so people who died there.
While she was struggling, she finally saw a familiar figure.
"Fat man?!"
Ling Luoyu's feet trembled and he almost fell.
Feng Chenglin lay there motionless, his chest not even thinking about rising and falling.
"Fat Feng?!" Ling Luoyu finally rushed out with a cry.
"What?"
"Go back!"
The two inner disciples on both sides immediately roared forward and tried to stop Ling Luoyu.
"Go away!"
The mysterious energy burst out and knocked the two of them away in an instant.
The moment the mysterious energy burst out, Mr. Jin and the men around him were also alarmed.
The two of them both turned to look.
When they saw the new outer disciples rushing towards them, both of their pupils shrank.
There is so much right and wrong this year!
The newly recruited disciples of the Xuanhuang level are already considered a miracle among miracles, and now they have actually jumped to the ninth level of the Xuangod.
What do these people think Qiyun Sect is?!
Is this a place of self-exile for them?!
The man was about to step forward, but Mr. Jin held his wrist.
"Mr. Ji, the sect master is not here, let's take a look before talking! From the look of her, it doesn't look like she is hostile!!"
Ling Luoyu rushed straight into Feng Chenglin.
"Fatty Feng?"
He lay there motionless, his face pale and colorless, as if he had stepped into the gate of hell.
Seeing someone breaking through the barrier, the surrounding inner sect disciples immediately swarmed forward, with the intention of tearing Ling Luoyu into pieces.
"Go back!" Mr. Jin shouted suddenly.
The inner disciples were startled, but still obeyed the order and retreated.
In the crowd, Jin Wen also wanted to rush up to see Feng Chenglin, but was held tightly by Dong Dong.
"You don't want your life?!"
"But why is it okay if she goes away?!"
"Can you compete with her?!" Dong Dong's voice was trembling: "Didn't you feel the richness of her profound energy just now?! I have only felt that kind of power from gentlemen!"
Ling Luoyu chased Feng Chenglin all the way, and after testing his pulse and heart pulse, his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Put him down!"
How could the inner disciple who was carrying someone listen to the orders of an outer disciple?!
His eyes were cold, and a flash of profound energy burst out, instantly repelling the four inner disciples.
"lay down!"
After scolding, she held the stretcher with her left hand and landed calmly. The golden needle in her right hand flew up and stabbed Feng Chenglin's heart. Then she stabbed three golden needles into her throat.
"Ahem..."
Feng Chenglin suddenly shouted loudly, turned over and spat out a mouthful of purple-black blood, his face turned purple and he kept coughing.
With a slight twist of his fingertips, Ling Luoyu withdrew the golden needle.
"Damn fat man, you are lucky enough to meet me. Otherwise, even if you get to the Buddhist Medical Hall, you would have been choked to death by that mouthful of blood..."
Chapter completed!