Is the Medical Skills Conference good?

After doing this, she opened her eyes. Her eyes were still dark. Her consciousness was released. Leng Wuyou found that everyone's eyes were strangely focused on her. She froze. What was going on?

Could it be that too much time had been missed? It wasn't much. She had calculated before that it had only been a little over two-quarters of an hour since she checked the little girl's pulse.

Thinking of the little girl, Leng Wuyou didn't pay attention to his surroundings for a while. Saving people was the most important thing now, but the little girl could hardly survive.

Thinking of this, she immediately leaned down to heal the little girl. During the spiritual exploration, she used the medical spirit energy to force the black poisonous gas outside the chain out of the little girl's body, and also sent a lot of light into her body.

Spiritual power, and finally used the power of the soul source to replenish her soul source.

This time she was really grateful to this little girl. If it weren't for her, how could she have such a great opportunity? So Leng Wuyou was really unstinting in his treatment of the little girl.

Seeing the little girl's revitalized body functions, Leng Wuyou let out a breath, then stood up and looked around.

Looking at the familiar person in front of her, she blinked. Jun Moyuan also ran up to her. Leng Wuyou tugged on his sleeve and sent a message with his spiritual consciousness to ask him about the situation.

Jun Moyuan looked at everyone in the audience with heavy eyes, especially Li Jingyuan in the middle, who was wearing a blue coat with bamboo leaves embroidered on the front.

The little girl didn't know what was going on before, so she sat cross-legged on the ground. The aura on her body fluctuated greatly, and there was a bright light that flickered.

Jun Moyuan estimated that the little girl had some insights, or that the opportunity was improving, and the opportunity seemed so big that even the imprisonment in her body was broken.

Jun Moyuan knew that the little girl could not be disturbed at this time, so he landed directly on the stage and guarded her, thinking that it would be best not to disturb the little girl by blind people.

However, as soon as he had this thought, someone with blind eyes appeared.

Among the crowd, a person jumped out, as fast as a stream of light. The soul blade in his hand raised up and pierced Leng Wuyou's Tianling. Jun Moyuan's eyes darkened, "There are really blind people!"

His tone was sinister, and a powerful aura instantly exploded from him. He raised his palm and dropped it hard. A giant palm of illusory energy fell from the sky, and Dou Tou patted it down.

Before the people here were dealt with, several more figures flew out over there. Jun Moyuan snorted coldly and stamped his feet on the ground. The powerful momentum instantly sent those people flying backwards, and they flew ten meters away one by one.

, fell heavily to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The most unlucky person was the first person to rush up. He faced Jun Moyuan directly and was blown away by his palm. Blood mist flew, and pieces of meat and clothes fell to the ground, fluttering like rain.

There was a rain of blood.

Leng Wuyou naturally didn't get a trace of it as he was protecting him.

But those contestants and the spectators who were close by were unlucky, well, bloody unlucky.

The blood mist and minced meat were sprinkled all over their heads and faces. Some of the people who were talking with their mouths opened had the blood mist and minced meat go directly into their mouths, causing them to vomit. Some people vomited directly, and their faces turned blue after vomiting, and their steps were wobbly.

Damn, that’s disgusting!

Those who were not exposed looked at them and couldn't wait to stay away like the plague.

They looked at the demon-like man on the stage with somewhat frightened expressions, not daring to breathe for fear that he would notice them and turn themselves into a mist of blood.

On the high platform, the hand of the Master of the Medical Pavilion stroking his beard shook, and several beards were pulled off by him. Looking at the beard in his hand, the Master of the Medical Pavilion's old face was wrinkled into a bitter melon. This medical skills conference can still

Can we hold it properly? Can't we hold the Medical Skills Conference properly? Then you can do whatever you want and I won't care about you, but you have to make trouble at the Medical Skills Conference. Is the Medical Skills Conference good?
Chapter completed!