Princess Against the World

Ling Luoyu's footsteps suddenly stopped.

On the empty road in front, hundreds of inner disciples, escorted by dozens of core disciples, rushed over.

They were groups of four, carrying stretchers.

The people on the stretcher were all mottled with blood, motionless, life and death uncertain.

The man next to Mr. Jin looked gloomy and stepped forward.

"Send all the wounded to the Buddha Medical Hall!"

"Yes!"

In response, the core disciple who led the way suddenly turned and turned to the direction of the Buddhist Medical Hall.

Ling Luoyu stood there, staring at the wounded in the past.

She dared not step forward.

She was afraid of seeing Fatty Feng's trace among the wounded.

Feng Chenglin was brought out by her. If there is a shortcoming, she can't explain to Feng Zaitang and Hao Qingyou, she can't forgive herself.

But in her heart, she hopes to see his trace among these people.

It's better to see him here than to see him among the more than seventy people who died.

In the tangle, she still saw a familiar figure after all.

"Fatty?!"

Ling Luoyu's feet trembled and almost fell.

Feng Chenglin lay there motionless, his chest didn't even think of ups and downs.

"Fatty Feng?!" With an exclamation, Ling Luoyu finally rushed out.

"What are you doing?"

"return to!"

The two inner disciples on both sides suddenly roared forward, trying to stop Ling Luoyu.

"Go away!"

Profound energy burst out, and instantly knocked the two of them into flight.

The moment the profound energy burst, Mr. Jin and the men around him were also alarmed.

Both turned to look.

When they saw the newly-introduced outer disciples rushing, their pupils shrank.

There are so many things this year!

The newly recruited disciples of the ranks of the Profound Emperor were already considered a miracle among miracles, and now there was a nine-fold Profound God.

What are these people when Qiyun Sect is? !

Is it their place of self-exile? !

The man was about to step forward, but Mr. Jin grabbed his wrist.

"Mr. Ji, the lord is not there, let's take a look and talk about it! It doesn't seem to be hostile to see her appearance!!"

Ling Luoyu rushed straight into the wind.

"Fatty Wind?"

He was lying there motionless, his face pale and colorless, as if he had stepped into the ghost gate.

Seeing someone rushing through the barrier, the surrounding Inner Sect disciples swarmed up, meaning to smash Ling Luoyu.

"Go back!" Mr. Jin suddenly shouted.

The disciple of the inner sect was startled, but still retreated at orders.

Among the crowd, Jin Wen also wanted to rush to look at Feng Chenglin, but was held back by the stubborn Dong.

"You want to die?!"

"But why is she okay?!"

"Can you compare with her?!" Dong Dong's voice was trembling: "Don't you feel the richness of her profound energy just now?! That kind of power, I have only felt it in gentlemen!"

Ling Luoyu chased Feng Chenglin all the way, and after trying his pulse and heart pulse, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Put him down!"

How can an inner disciple who is carrying someone listen to an outer disciple's order? !

The eyes were cold, a burst of profound energy burst out, and instantly bounced the four inner disciples away.

"lay down!"

Under the scream, she dragged the stretcher with her left hand and landed calmly, and the golden needle in her right hand fluttered, piercing Feng Chenglin's heart. Then pierce the throat with three golden needles.

"Ahem..."

Feng Chenglin suddenly shouted violently, turned over and spit out a mouthful of purple-black bruises, his face coughing violently.

With a light twist on his fingertips, Ling Luoyu withdrew the golden needle.

"Fatty man, you're fateful, that is, you met me. Otherwise, even if you get to the Buddhist medical hall, that bit of blood would have blocked you to death..."