Yang Ji thought, and a stream of pure spiritual power flowed down from his eyebrows like water. This time, Yang Ji did not absorb it by himself, but flowed through his eyebrows, lips, neck, shoulders, elbows, and poured directly into his palms.
In the mind of the young owner of Dihuoshan Villa.
This kind of spiritual energy is very pure. It can not only replenish the spiritual consumption of warriors, but also repair people's souls because it contains the power of Buddhism.
Yang Ji had absorbed it by himself in the past, but this was the first time he had given it to others. Although it was his first attempt, practice made practice, and Yang Ji had used it proficiently so many times that he was already able to use this energy very skillfully.
"about there."
Yang Ji stopped when he felt it was almost done.
The young master's mental power is far less powerful than his own, and he cannot accept too much mental power when he is weak. About half of his mental energy is enough to help him.
Seeing that the young village master was breathing much better, Yang Ji breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.
"Master Tusu, Mr. Ling's injuries are no longer serious. I have treated him once. Let him have a good rest, and obvious effects will appear in about two or three days."
Yang Ji said with a relaxed look.
"Buzz!"
The next moment, in full view of everyone, under Yang Ji's astonished gaze, Tu Su Renxiong said nothing, suddenly made fists with both hands, bowed down, and gave a deep salute to Yang Ji with an extremely respectful expression.
"Master Tusu, what are you doing?"
Yang Ji was shocked and quickly took a step forward and supported him with both hands.
"Young Master Yang, I won't say much. Tu Su Renxiong, I owe you a huge favor. From now on, you will be the benefactor of our Dishan Villa."
After Tu Su Renxiong bowed, he stood up with a solemn expression. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!