With everyone's support, Li Rouge looked determined: "OK, let's go to the northeast and see what happened."
The disciples of the Yihua palace went around the corner of the mountain and came to the northeast of the mountain. The air was filled with a smell of blood. There was a mess in front of them. There were broken stones as big as millstones and wounded people lying on the ground.
The clothes of the wounded were embroidered with golden thunder patterns. It was known that they were disciples of Fangcun mountain.
Among the 15 prefecture level disciples of fangcunshan who participated in the ancient martial arts competition, only three of them were not injured. They were trying to lift the boulder to treat their injured companions.
But in the face of more than ten companions who were crushed by the boulders, the strength of the three was like a drop in the bucket, unable to get over at all.
Some of the disciples who were crushed by the boulders gave out shrill screams, some were as faint as gold paper, some were low groaning, and their faces were covered with blood.
"Sisters, go and help."
The arrival of the twenty-five disciples of the Yi Hua palace was undoubtedly a timely relief, which surprised Fang cunshan's disciples who wanted to cure their companions without tears.
The beauties bit their hair and lifted the boulder on the body together. Fortunately, although they were weak women, they were all top experts at the prefecture level. Their internal power turned sharply, and they lifted the stone.
It's not difficult to lift the stone, but when lifting the stone, you should not shake the injured person, otherwise it will cause secondary injury, so everyone is careful.
Most of the groaning and crying out for pain were broken bones, and there were no life-threatening injuries. Three of them were seriously injured, with bleeding from the mouth and nose. They had fallen into a deep coma and were full of air.
All of a sudden, he pressed twelve sirens. Unexpectedly, he learned that the location of the accident was the location of Genshan palace. Mr. Mo Da looked dignified. He glared at Yue Zhuoqun.
Fangcunshan's disciples are all strictly trained, and the prefecture level disciples are even stronger. If they are not seriously injured, no one will easily press the alarm and quit the competition.
Yue Zhuoqun was also very surprised. The organs in his array should not cause such heavy casualties. Moreover, all the students who participated in the competition signed a certificate of life and death. No matter who was injured or died, it had nothing to do with himself.
Seeing that the red light was not where his disciples were, Taoist priest Chongxu and Zen master Zhikong were relieved.
Although he was not his official disciple's position, Du Zhong was also worried: "with so many people pressing the red light, the situation is urgent. We should send more people to rescue."
After seeing Du Zhong, Yue Zhuoqun said to elder Lu with a smile: "so many people have been injured. Dr. Zhao must be too busy. Mr. Lu, you can send more people to help."
Mr. Mo gave his younger brother a wink: "that's where our disciples are. We have to go and have a look."
His disciple is injured, we can't expect Zhao Yizhi of taiyimen. Although Mr. Mo Da is not a doctor, he has some miraculous medicine for healing.
The Taoist priest Chong Xu had a hypocritical smile on his face: "the leader of the clan who participated in the contest personally entered the battle, not so..."
Mr. Mo Da is not angry but powerful. His white hair is flying in the wind. He looks like a god of thunder. He stares at the Taoist priest Chongxu. He is so scared that he doesn't dare to say a few words that are out of order.
Mr. Mo Da took a look at Ye Feng, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes. Ye Feng's medical skills were much better than Zhao Yizhi. If Ye Feng could help him, it would be easier to treat the injured.
But he didn't mean to ask Ye Feng for help. After taking a look at Ye Feng, he turned around and prepared to go to the five element enchantment array with his brother Mo'er.
Ye Feng, of course, knew the meaning of Mr. Mo Da's eyes. He volunteered to ask, "so many people are injured. One more person helps and one more hope. Do you want me to go with me?"
There was a trace of hot feeling on Mr. Mo's face, and he gave his fists a hug: "thank you for your help. If you can reach out and help me, I will thank you."
"Well, let's hurry."
Ye Feng felt Jiang Yixue pull his sleeve, feel the look of concern in her eyes, and gently patted her delicate little hand.
"I'm going to save people. It will be OK. Besides, this small formation is not difficult for me. If I am provoked, I will burn the whole array to pieces."
"Ha ha, I know you can do it, but be careful."
Knowing that Ye Feng is going to rescue people in the battle, Jiang Yixue is worried about his safety. She has seen many people injured in the battle. Her beautiful eyes are full of concern.
Listen to Ye Feng say so, this just let go of Ye Feng's sleeve, she has seen Ye Feng's ability, believe that he will have the ability to protect himself.
Ye Feng doesn't speak very loud, but he doesn't try to keep his voice down. Yue Zhuoqun clearly hears Ye Feng's five element enchantment array as nothing. He can't help but look bleak and stare at this side.
Mr. Mo DA has led the rescue workers to go far away, although Ye Feng is backward, but a vertical, as if heaven and earth, quickly followed up.
The disciples of Fangcun mountain were all sad when they saw Mr. Mo Da coming.
The three uninjured disciples clasped their fists respectfully: "Lord, I'm sorry."
"Lord, we are too careless.""Lord, there are only three of us left."
Mr. Mo Da's white beard and hair fluttered in the wind, stroked his beard and sighed: "needless to say, the injured will be treated here, and those who are not injured will continue to play the ancient martial arts competition at the prefecture level. You can go."
The three fangcunshan disciples nodded their heads, turned and left with determination and disappeared in the sight of the public.
There was a fangcunshan disciple who suffered from nose and mouth bleeding. His breath was like wandering silk. He was the most seriously injured among the wounded.
The man was a disciple of Mr. Mo'er, and his blood was thicker than water. Mr. Mo'er was worried: "Wang Tong, you must hold on."
Zhao Yizhi was holding the pulse for Wang Tong. He held out his finger as thick as bone and put it on Wang Tong's wrist. Within two seconds, he shook his head indifferently: "this heart's pulse has been exhausted. There are many fractures in the whole body. The meridians are broken in an inch, and the internal organs and six viscera are displaced. It's hopeless. Collect the corpse for him."
He gave up the treatment decisively, with a mocking smile on his face and an unconvinced voice in his voice: "Lord Ye is regarded as a Chinese miracle doctor. Do you want to verify my diagnosis again?"
Ye Feng smiles. In fact, when Zhao Yizhi feels Wang Tong's pulse, he has already opened the eyes of the God who knows the fate of Wang Tong and has observed Wang Tong's injury.
As Zhao Yizhi said, Wang Tong was really seriously injured. His internal organs and six internal organs were displaced. There were more than 20 fractures in his whole body. His whole body was covered with black gas, which covered his own blue life essence. One foot had already stepped into the coffin.
In addition to Ye Feng, any doctor would shake his head and sigh in the face of Wang Tong's injury.
However, Ye Feng's cultivation of the mind meridian of medical God has broken through the realm of knowing the fate of human medicine, and is moving forward to the realm of earth medicine. He can not measure his medical skills by the common medical principles.