Douluo: My martial spirit can summon the heavens

Chapter 233

"The premise is that you must be able to afford the price!"

To be honest, Hu Liena was unhappy with the naked threat. After all, she was also a genius of a generation, and now being threatened by someone younger than herself was tantamount to trampling on her pride.

But she had to admit that Wang Bin seemed really qualified to say such things.

After all, it is strength.

In this world where the jungle prevails, the strong are always right no matter what they say or do.

And in addition to strength, Wang Bin also has a demon-like talent.

After all, Yan was the focus of Wuhun Palace's training. If he was seriously injured by an ordinary Soul Emperor or even a Soul Saint, then Wuhun Palace would definitely avenge him and kill him.

However, in the face of Wang Bin's talent, Wuhun Palace's priority must be to win over Wang Bin. If they can really win over Wang Bin, they are even willing to sacrifice Yan.

In other words, Yan's ending seems to depend entirely on Wang Bin's idea.

"Ugh……"

Hu Liena sighed inwardly, feeling that sometimes this world is such a coincidence. They never imagined that the young man they met in the Star Dou Forest would be such a terrifying existence.

If Yan hadn't had those evil thoughts at the beginning, or if he hadn't thought about revenge after what happened, he wouldn't have ended up like he did today.

Wang Bin's sentence of "it is your own fault" does make sense.

I regret it...

"See you on the field later."

Hu Liena dropped these words, turned around and walked off the ring, while Xie Yue had already gone to treat the half-dead Yan.

It wasn't until the three members of the Golden Generation disappeared into the arena that the Cardinal, as the referee, finally stepped onto the stage and announced Wang Bin's victory.

There were no enthusiastic cheers in the arena, only Ning Rongrong and some students from the Soul Master Academy behind her shouted excitedly.

The main reason those students shouted was not to cheer for Wang Bin, but because they won the bet they just made.

After all, this is Wuhun City, the home ground of Wuhun Palace. The people of the golden generation were defeated, and they lost so miserably. It is not reasonable for the people of Wuhun City to cheer for joy.

If they don't get booed by Wang Bin, they already have quality.

Wang Bin glanced at the audience, saw the excited Ning Rongrong, and also saw the affectionate Qian Renxue with a smile like a flower, and finally his eyes fell on the three men in black robes.

Wang Bin raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a sarcastic smile, and said two words with a somewhat exaggerated mouth shape.

The narrow eyes under the black robe were filled with anger and hatred. Tang San's body was shaking uncontrollably. Although Wang Bin didn't make a sound, he knew very well what those two words were.

waste!

"Bastard~~"

"Xiaosan, calm down. He is irritating you. Once you are impulsive, he will catch you. I don't want to see you lose both arms."

Yu Xiaogang held Tang San's hand and spoke earnestly to comfort him.

"Huhuhu..."

Tang San gasped for air, forcing himself to calm down, and then nodded gloomily.

"Teacher, I understand. I will keep every curse and insult in my heart, and I will respond to him ten times and a hundred times in the future!"

"This is my good apprentice!" Yu Xiaogang said happily.

"Third brother, come on, you are the best!"

Xiao Wu on the side hugged Tang San's arm tightly, her pretty face was full of trust, and the love in her eyes almost flowed out.

On the other side, after Yan was taken off the ring by Xie Yue, he immediately performed first aid to ensure that his life was not in danger, and then took him back to the Pope's Palace without stopping.

Although the Papal Palace is called the Papal Palace, it does not mean that the Pope alone lives in it.

In fact, all members of the Wuhun Temple in Wuhun City conduct their daily work in the Pope's Palace, which has the same function as the Wuhun Temple in Tiandou City, but is at a higher level.

There is a specialized medical department in the Pope's Palace, and the soul masters there all possess martial souls related to treatment. Among them, the person in charge of the medical department is an eighty-sixth level Contra.

Treatment is actually a branch of the auxiliary system. It is difficult for an auxiliary soul master to practice, let alone those who specialize in treatment.

In order to cultivate such a Contra, Wuhun Palace also spent a lot of resources, and of course the rewards were huge. It was said that as long as there was a breath, this Contra could be saved.

Yan's right arm was transplanted by this Contra himself. Although it is not as useful as the original one, at least it does not affect the battle.

"Mr. Kui! Is Mr. Kui here? Come and save Yan!"

Xie Yue rushed into the medical department with Yan in her arms, and shouted at the top of her lungs regardless of the soul masters who were busy working on the scene.

Kui Wu, who was sleeping in the hut, was frightened awake and almost fell off the bed.

"What are you yelling about? What's wrong with that kid Yan!"

A thin old man with a goatee came out of the small room cursing. This man was Contra Kuiwu. Although his name was "Burly", his actual height was less than 1.5 meters.

In this Douluo Continent, where the average height is often 1.8 meters, Kui Wu's figure is no different from that of a dwarf.

Xieyue held the bloody Yan and rushed to Kuiwu in three steps. Kuiwu rubbed his sleepy eyes. As soon as he woke up, he saw a big lump of red, which frightened him.

"Fuck! What the hell is this!"

"Kui Lao, this is Yan, stop nagging and save him quickly."

Xie Yue was extremely anxious. Although Yan's life was saved, if it was delayed for too long, he might not be able to recover at all, which would result in him being unable to improve his soul power for the rest of his life. This would definitely be a huge blow to him.

"Yan?" Kui Wu took a closer look. Although his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he could still vaguely see the shadow of Yan in his eyebrows.

"Hey, this kid really doesn't like his arms. He just lost a pair this time."

Although Kui Wu was half-joking, his heart felt a little heavy.

Although he didn't check carefully, a quick glance showed that Yan was seriously injured.

"Kui Lao, please hurry up." Xie Yue was extremely anxious and urged her desperately.

"You're so anxious, you won't die."

Kui Wu scolded, and then released his martial spirit king Kui Hua.

A huge sunflower appeared in his palm, yellow, yellow, purple, purple and black, with eight soul rings standing on it.

"Level 6 Healing Light!"

The sixth black soul ring lit up for a moment, and then the sunflower radiated a warm and dazzling pale golden brilliance like the sun.

The light shone on Yan's body, and his originally swollen head like a pig's head slowly subsided. Some small wounds healed quickly, and the strangely twisted bones gradually returned to normal.

Only his two broken arms showed no signs of growing.

About fifteen minutes later, Kui Wu ended the light exposure, and Yan's surface injuries were almost healed.

"Except for the two broken arms, the other injuries have basically healed."

"The external injuries have healed? What about the internal injuries?" Xie Yue asked quickly.

"Internal injuries will not heal so quickly. It will take at least two to three months. Who did this kid offend? He was beaten so badly. It was so dark." Kui Wu muttered.

"A terrible guy." Xie Yue looked solemn and replied in a deep voice, "Will Na Yan's internal injuries affect his future cultivation?"

"Definitely." Kui Wu said firmly.

"The human body is actually very fragile. Every time he is injured, his vitality will be damaged. If he is injured so seriously, it will be even more severe. Not to mention that his cultivation talent will be affected, even his life will be several years shorter than that of a normal person."

(End of this chapter)