Muyan's eyes lit up, and she immediately coughed and said: "The most I can do is eliminate your illness and save your life. It is impossible to recover your cultivation like Lin Shaocong. Are you sure that the entire Qiankun Bag contains

Give me everything?"

Ni Baichuan nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes! What are these extraneous things? If you think it's not enough, goddess doctor, I can go home and get some."

Muyan smiled leisurely, sat down cross-legged, and the Demonic Qin slowly appeared in front of her.

The middle-aged man's injuries were much more serious than Lin Shaocong's.

Using someone else's spiritual weapon may not cure the disease.

But Ni Baichuan was used to seeing the gorgeous and exquisite musical instruments of the Horton tribe, and he looked down upon the dark Tianmo Qin, which was dark, had no decorative patterns, and had no aura surging around it: "Goddess Doctor, um, you didn't take advantage of it.

A musical instrument? Won’t the therapeutic effect be greatly reduced? Why don’t I give you a guqin?”

She looked at him with a half-smile but said, "Your disease has penetrated into your organs and bone marrow, and ordinary spiritual weapons cannot cure it. Don't worry, since I have taken in your treasure, the treatment effect will naturally be worthy of your efforts."

Ni Baichuan thought to himself: Could your broken harp be more powerful than the phoenix-headed harp of Saint Aunt Mulege?

But before he could continue his persuasion, the sound of the piano suddenly sounded like an iron horse.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhinginging shooting, but also for me."

As for the spectators, they originally wanted to mock him like Ni Baichuan - how dare you compete with the phoenix-headed harp of Saint Aunt Mule Pavilion for a broken harp.

But when the sound of the piano sounded, everyone was dumbfounded.

What kind of powerful spiritual power is this?

The overflowing energy fell into their bodies bit by bit, even bringing an unparalleled sense of comfort.

"Oh my God, my injury, which I originally wanted to ask Saint Aunt to heal, is healed!"

"This... what kind of musical instrument is this? How terrible is it to use music as medicine?"

"No wonder, no wonder she just said that the Phoenix-headed Harness is just an ordinary spiritual weapon!"

"Then the guqin must be a divine instrument, right? In the entire Mule Pavilion, apart from the Saint's [Ice and Snow Duyou] Qin, is there any musical instrument that can compete with it?"

Click——!!

Yayun couldn't hold back, and the finger cot she wore on her fingertips was broken into pieces by her. She gritted her teeth and roared: "How can such a lowly woman be qualified to be compared with a saint!"

Yashuang said harshly: "This bitch clearly came here to trample on my statement, Mu Lege. If I let her leave safely today, the news will spread throughout the entire Beilu in the future. Where will my face, Mu Lege, go!"

Yayun slowly clenched his fists, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

…

This treatment lasted for a long hour.

But in Qingye Palace, no one left early.

Finally, the sound of the piano came to an end, and Ni Baichuan's humming voice became lower and lower.

His whole body had long gone from sitting cross-legged opposite Muyan to curling up and lying on the ground.

"Hey, Master Ni, are you...are you still alive?"

Someone approached Ni Baichuan and wanted to call him over to see the situation.

Unexpectedly, Ni Baichuan suddenly jumped up and hit his head directly on the man's chin, causing him to scream in pain.

Ni Baichuan moved his body and let out a hearty laugh: "I finally got through it, hahahaha... This feels so comfortable... I haven't felt so relaxed for a long time since the onset of meridian atrophy.
Chapter completed!