Jing Lingxing also came down, and Duanmu Yawang came back to his senses, leaped forward and fell in front of them.

"Why are you all down?" Pan Xiang'an and the others are obviously still a little frightened. "These insects are cunning. If they just pretend to escape, are we coming down?"

"will not."

Jing Zhixing stared at Duanmu Yawang meaningfully, curled his lips and smiled: "At least, if there is Lord Gongyu, it won't be possible."

Duanmu Yawang's eyes under the veil narrowed slightly, "What do you say about Master Jing?"

Jing Jiexing glanced at her and laughed: "My intuition tells me so, as for why..." He glanced up and down her whole body, and finally fell on her waist, the original movement he had never seen before. On the Heavenly Sword.

His eyes squinted.

There is a sharp light in the gentle eyes.

Duanmu Yawang is very familiar with the look in his eyes, it is only the eyes of truly smart people will have such a light.

She held the hilt of the original moving sky sword and smiled coldly: "Master Jing doesn't think it's too rude to stare at other people's things like this?"

"Feel sorry."

Jing Zhixing returned to his senses and gave a formal courtesy to Duanmu Yawang, and solemnly said: "Jing did not intend to offend, it is just the sword of the son, and the star is really amazing."

"Oh?"

Jing Zhixing said sternly: "Young Master, this sword has the aura of ancient profound iron. It should be made of ancient profound iron. Such a sword is hard to find in the world."

Duanmu Yawang raised her eyebrows, "Master Jing said that my sword is made of ancient profound iron? Master Jing has an understanding of sword forging?"

"No."

Jing Jiexing shook his head, "It's just that Jing was fortunate to have seen a piece of ancient profound iron, and they have such a unique and heavy aura on them, so Jing only guessed like that."

After that, his eyes fixedly looked at her, and confirmed with her: "I wonder if Jing is right?"

"wrong."

Duanmu Yawang hadn't spoken yet. Yin Huiyin, who was still cultivating, opened his eyes at some unknown time and said, "Xuan Tie, you can't forge such a sword."

"Um?"

Duanmu Yawang raised her eyebrows, and was about to ask Yin Huiyin what he said, so Yin Huiyin closed his eyes again and settled.

"..."

Duanmu Yawang was helpless, and when he reached his lips, he took it back.

Seeing that she hadn't spoken, Jing Zhixing hadn't said, "Master Gongyu, isn't Jingm right?"

"Young Master Jing is indeed wrong." Duanmu Yawang smiled and said, "I was born in a small country. I don't know about Xuan Tie. Such a good thing will not fall into my hands. The young master is really good at me. It's Miao Zan."

"Is it?"

Jing Caixing frowned, a little suspicious in the dry land.

Believe it or not, Duanmu Yawangcai heard a painful groan, followed the sound, and saw the man who had been covered in shell insects, convulsing in pain.

Duanmu Yawang hurriedly stepped forward and saw that his lips were vomiting blood. At this moment, the place below his neck was **** and bloody. The skin on his body was rotten and bleeding.

It looks like a blood man.

At this moment, the man looked at Duanmu Yawang in pain, his eyes were full of pleading color, he said in pain: "Please, please...help, help..."

"Don't talk yet."

Duanmu Yawang knelt down, raised the torch to the person, and carefully observed the wound.

"Master Gongyu, can you save him?"

Pan Xiangan leaped down from the tree with his cousin on his back, staring at Duanmu Yawang expectantly.

"I don't know yet."

Duanmuya frowned, subconsciously trying to reach out for the man's pulse, but the skin on his hands was bloody, and there was no way to start.

She looked at the torch with a move of her brow, and asked, "Is anyone willing to lift the torch for me?"

"I come!"

Pan Xiangan immediately volunteered and threw the cousin on his back into a tree without being gentle.

The cousin frowned twice, but did not wake up.

"They are patients anyway, so you can't lighten them?" After all, it is the patient who Duanmu Yawang rescued. Duanmu Yawang is too thirsty to treat the patient like this.

"His life is stubborn, he can't die."

Pan Xiangan grabbed the torch in Duanmu Yawang’s hand, and hummed uncomfortably: “You don’t know what Gongyu’s son has. After he wakes up, he doesn’t know how much energy he has. All my previous embarrassments were left to the extended family, and I lost face."

Duanmu Yawang couldn't help laughing.

However, no longer entangled in this matter.

She immediately went into the Qiankun bag and took out two large bottles of disinfection water from it.

She glanced at the patient. After unpacking the disinfectant water, she took out four small bottles of glass medicament, poured them into the disinfectant water, covered the lid and shook it evenly, took out the scissors, and cut the broken clothes on the patient. Down.

The patient looked at him indifferently.

Except for Pan Xiangan, no one has ever seen such a weird thing in Duanmu Yawang's hands, including all the brothers and sisters of Jing Jixing, who surrounded them curiously, and asked curiously: "Master Gongyu, what are you?"

"Pharmaceuticals."

"..." Saying it means not saying it!

What they want to know is, why is her medicine so unique?

They have never seen it before!

Duanmu Yawang actually didn't want to explain, and didn't have the time to explain to them, so he blocked their mouths with these two words so that they would not bother her at this time.

After cutting off the clothes on the patient, she poured the adjusted special disinfectant water on the patient.

"Well!"

The patient immediately groaned with pain.

At the same time, black foam emerged from the place where his body was wet with the potion.

"what!"

The onlookers were shocked by the scene and exclaimed.

Duanmu Yawang didn't care, thinking that there was another person next to him who had also been crawled over by a shell bug. His two trousers were also tattered at the moment. When a bottle of potion was used up, he passed the potion to him. Clean up your wounds too."

The man was sitting under a tree, his legs were so painful that he was almost unconscious, and he wanted to be treated.

However, he also knows that his situation is far less serious than that of another person.

He didn't dare to say something hastily.

But I always felt that I was forgotten, and I was sad and sad.

Unexpectedly, Duanmu Yawang actually handed him a bottle of potion at this time.

He was originally shocked by Duanmu Yawang's treatment, shocked, and he could not react when the medicine bottle was handed to him.

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyebrows, "If you want, take it quickly."

"Oh."

The man came back to his senses and quickly took the medicine bottle. He felt as if he had been scalded by something in his heart. He was so warm that he wanted to cry, "Thank you, son."

Duanmu Yawang did not answer the conversation, but said: "He thinks it is not convenient to do it yourself. You can help him with one or two people." After that, she took out a pair of scissors and threw it on the tray, indicating who would like to help. Yes, just take the scissors.