Ye Bufan looked over and couldn't help laughing.

No wonder this little girl limps when walking. With so many injuries on her body, she counts the most serious ones on her butt.

Fu Jundie looked angry: "Those two bastards, one day, will set in my hands, and I will make them look good, and I will open their butts."

"I'll talk about revenge later. I'll help you with some treatment first. They're all minor injuries and nothing."

Fu Jundie's injury was indeed not serious. Ye Bufan gave her a healing pill, and he couldn't even bear to use it for the return to immortals and rebuilding pill, because there was no need for this minor injury.

Then he took out another bottle of ointment, which was the latest refined immortal jade ointment, which was effective in treating immortal trauma.

Ye Bufan applied the ointment to a wound on her arm, and the little girl couldn't help but shout, "This thing is cool and comfortable."

The facts proved that Xianyu plaster was surprisingly effective. After applying the wound, it healed and scabbed immediately, and quickly recovered as before, without even the scar.

Ye Bufan finished dealing with several of her injuries, and he felt a little embarrassed when he reached his butt.

"Pick it up, apply it yourself, and apply it evenly."

Ye Bufan shook his hand and threw the ointment to Fu Jundie, took out a mirror and stood it there, and then turned around.

"This thing is so fun, you can see it clearly by yourself."

The little girl seemed to have discovered a new world, reached out and touched her, then turned around in the mirror, then took the ointment and started applying medicine to herself.

"Big brother, why do the ointment I put on is different from yours? It doesn't seem to work."

"How is this possible? How can the same ointment have two feelings?"

Ye Bufan couldn't help but look back and saw the pretty fair look from the mirror.

"This little girl has a really good figure..."

I just sighed, and then I started to laugh.

I saw that all the ointment was applied on the mirror, how could it be effective?

Fu Jundie shouted: "Brother, why are you laughing at? What's the problem?"

Ye Bufan reached out and the mirror flew up directly, and he stuck it to the little girl's butt with a snap.

"How does this time feel?"

"I feel right, that's it, it's so comfortable."

The little girl showed a comfortable expression on her face.

"alright!"

After taking the medicine, Ye Bufan thought about it and put away the mirror again.

"Brother Ye, your ointment is really effective, it doesn't hurt at all now."

The little girl sorted out her dress and suddenly remembered something, "Big brother, why did you ask me to use that weird thing, why don't you let me use my spiritual sense?"

"Well……"

Ye Bufan's expression was a little embarrassed. Although he had been practicing for two years, he still could not get rid of the thinking of an earthling.

But it's enough to know this kind of thing yourself, and you can't tell it.

"That... my ointment is a bit special. The words of my spiritual sense will affect the efficacy of the medicine. You don't understand it even if you say it."

"Oh!" Fu Jundie nodded seriously, "The medical science is so magical!"

While the two were talking, a noise came from outside. Under Feng Zhiwu's leadership, hundreds of disciples from the Ninth Peak appeared in the courtyard.

Some of these people were covered in blood, some limped, some were pale, and some were even carried directly over by others, and they vomited a few mouthfuls of blood from time to time.

Ye Bufan frowned slightly. It didn't take long, but the loss of the Ninth Peak was quite large. So many disciples were injured.

Zhao Mingcheng's daughter Zhao Yuan was also inside. After seeing Ye Bufan, she looked respectful: "Junior Brother Ye, I'm still worried about helping us heal."

"Don't worry, let me leave it all."

Ye Bufan classified the hundreds of injured disciples, standing on the left with the trauma on the left and the internally injured on the right.

Those with internal injuries do it themselves, while those with external injuries directly throw the Xianyu ointment to Fu Jundie, and ask the little girl to help apply and treat it.

He had just taken out the silver needle and was about to treat a disciple with severe internal injuries. Suddenly, Fu Jundie's shouts came from behind him.

"I've heard it all. I don't allow you to use your spiritual sense to see it during treatment, otherwise it will affect the effect.

Don’t ask why, this is the medical method, and you don’t understand it even after you say it.”

"Well……"

Ye Bufan's wrist was shaking and the silver needle in his hand almost pierced.

On the third peak, Ji Shuxian stood in the hall with an angry look on his face.

Opposite him, Bai Lingpu and Zu Fangkui were both relaxed and tasting the fairy tea in front of him.

Bai Lingpu smiled thornyly: "Junior Brother Ji, why are you so angry? Come and sit down and have a cup of tea."

Ji Shuxian's face turned pale: "Did you do it too much?"

Bai Lingpu looked surprised: "Junior Brother Ji, what do you mean? Senior Brother, I don't understand."

Uncle Ji said angrily: "Stop pretending to be confused, but you actually asked your disciples from the two peaks to sneak attack my ninth peak. Are you shameless?"

"Is there any such thing? Why don't I know?"

Bai Lingpu looked like he didn't know anything, "This is impossible. Recently, my disciple from the fifth peak has been in seclusion and practiced. How could he sneak attack your ninth peak? I think there must be a misunderstanding here."

"Okay, no secret words can be said, so why are you pretending to be confused?"

Ji Shuxian naturally knew what was going on, "Don't think I don't know, it was your third peak and fifth peak."

"So what? So what if it's not?"

Bai Lingpu was still calm and smiled thorny, "It's normal for juniors to fight and make fun of each other. Let them play by themselves. We are Daluo Immortals after all, so there is no need to interfere in such matters."

Zu Fangkui sneered and said, "It was because his disciples were attacked by a sneak attack. I can only say that you are incompetent on the Ninth Peak.

Since I suspect it was done by my disciple, can you call me back if you have the ability?

If one day my disciples are attacked by someone, I will have no shame to find someone else.”

Bai Lingpu nodded in great cooperation: "You are right. Your disciples are beaten so hard that they can't leave the sect. This is not a glorious thing. How can you be embarrassed to say it?"

"Okay, you guys wait for me!"

Uncle Ji was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, but he had no choice but to leave angrily and return to the Ninth Peak.

Passing by the foot of the mountain, I glanced at Ye Bufan's courtyard and found hundreds of disciples gathered here.

Those who were injured before have now completely recovered, and they all look lively."

His figure flashed into the courtyard, and his eyes fell on Ye Bufan: "Xiaofan, when did you come back?"

"I just came back not long ago."

Ye Bufan finished healing the last disciple and put away the silver needle in his hand.

"Master Feng, your face doesn't look very good."

Ji Shuxian's face turned pale: "Don't mention it, the two old people in the Third Peak and the Fifth Peak are simply shameless."

Feng Zhiwu knew what he had done and said, "What? Don't they admit it?"

“More than that…”

Ji Shuxian simply learned the words of Bai Lingpu and Zu Fangkui, and finally said angrily, "They two peaks join together to indignate my ninth peak, and they are so shameless!"

"Since that's the case, then I'll play with him on the Ninth Peak."
Chapter completed!