Ye Feng already had a way to treat Wang Tong in his mind. Only the disease transfer technique of the Medical God's Heart Sutra and the Destiny Realm could completely cure Wang Tong.
He noticed a giant red-headed centipede crawling out from the pile of rocks beside him. Its entire shell was glowing red and was as long as a human forearm, with a pair of long whiskers constantly waving in the air.
It smelled the blood, and swam quickly towards the remaining bloodstains on the ground, waving dozens of pairs of fiery red feet wildly.
Seeing a giant centipede crawling out, the beauties in Yihua Palace all turned pale and screamed and retreated to the side. Jiang Yuxin had a look of disgust on her face.
Only Lan Ling'er was staring at the giant red-headed centipede with interest. This giant centipede was probably quite old and could be used as food for Sanbao.
The big centipede crawled to a bloodstain, stretched out its mouthparts and greedily sucked the blood. After a while, it had sucked up all the blood.
Ye Feng came up with an idea. He pointed at Wang Tong who was about to die and said with a smile, "I think he can still be saved."
Zhao Yizhi showed a look of disdain: "Are you thinking of using your own internal energy to straighten his internal organs? That would be a waste of effort. Even if you save him, he'll still be a useless person."
Ye Feng smiled and said, "You are wrong. Not only can he be saved, but he can also be alive and kicking after being saved, and can continue to practice any Kung Fu of Fang Cun Mountain."
Thinking that Ye Feng was showing off, Zhao Yizhi's face was filled with anger. "Impossible. Sect Master Ye, even though I misjudged the injury of the monk from Xuankong Temple, I am 100% sure that no doctor can cure the injury of this Fangcun Mountain disciple, even if you are a god."
"Haha, I can really cure him and make him jump up and down immediately."
Zhao Yizhi was so angry that he almost roared: "You are just bragging and trying to attract attention."
"We have nothing to prove. Do you dare to bet with me? If I really save him as I said and make him alive and kicking immediately, what will you do?"
Zhao Yizhi's face turned red with anger. He quickly confirmed in his mind that his diagnosis was correct. He said confidently, "If you can really cure him, I will take you as my teacher."
Ye Feng said with disdain: "Tsk, you want to become my disciple, but I don't want to accept you as my disciple yet."
He actually refused to accept him as his master. Feeling deeply insulted by Ye Feng, Zhao Yizhi was so angry that he was speechless.
Ye Feng sneered: "I won't embarrass you. I heard that you are an alchemist from Taiyi Sect. How about a Tianling Pill?"
Zhao Yizhi gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, according to your idea, if you lose, you will give me a Tianling Pill."
Mr. Mo Da and Mo Er looked at each other. If it were any other time, they would definitely think it was interesting to bet on a Tianling Pill, but now they were concerned about the life and death of their disciples and had no interest in watching Ye Feng and Zhao Yizhi make a bet.
"Then you should prepare the Tianling Pill."
Ye Feng gently pressed his hand on Wang Tong's forehead and his spiritual power circulated rapidly. He sucked suddenly with his palm, and a wisp of black air was sucked out from Wang Tong's forehead.
He threw the black gas at the red-headed centipede. The red-headed centipede was about to crawl towards another pool of blood, but suddenly, its entire body rolled up into a ball, twitching continuously.
Ye Feng used the Divine Eyes of Destiny to observe Wang Tong again and was secretly shocked. Wang Tong's injuries were too serious. Only a wisp of black disease energy was extracted, and there were still more than ten black energy in his body, entangled with his own green life essence, constantly devouring the life essence and transforming it into black energy bit by bit.
He secretly activated the divine power of the ancient gods in his dantian, and a gust of wind rose from the ground.
Ye Feng's current cultivation level is no longer at the level of ancient martial arts, but rather at the peak of the innate realm. He has inherited the bloodline of the ancient gods, his godhood has taken shape, and he possesses half-star divine power.
Once this divine power is activated, it will be like a raging sea, surging and violent.
Mr. Mo Da, who was standing next to him, felt an unbearable pressure surging over him.
He knew that only one person could exert this kind of pressure, Ye Feng. When he attacked Ye Feng with his mind, he was counterattacked by Ye Feng's mind and felt this kind of continuous wave-like pressure.
He quickly gathered all his internal energy to resist, and with his innate realm at its peak, he actually had to use 50% of his strength to barely resist.
What shocked him the most was that the power generated by Ye Feng was not directed at him, but when he was healing Wang Tong, the remaining power in his body affected himself.
He was secretly shocked. If he confronted him head-on, what kind of pressure would he face? Could it be that Ye Feng's cultivation had really surpassed the peak of the innate realm? What kind of realm would that be
Ye Feng was just concentrating on helping Wang Tong and didn't notice the surprised look on Mr. Mo Da's face.
Whoosh, dozens of wisps of black air were pulled out from Wang Tongtian's head like silk threads and injected into the twitching centipede's body.
I heard a crisp sound coming from inside the centipede's body, and countless spider-like residual lines appeared on its hard and bright shell. After a while, the centipede straightened its body and stopped moving.
No one noticed the changes in the centipede. Everyone was paying attention to Wang Tong's sudden rosy complexion, and did not see Ye Feng's fingers sucking and pulling.
Only Lan Ling'er saw it most clearly. She originally wanted to catch the giant red-headed centipede to make food for her Sanbao so that Sanbao could have a good meal.
But he unexpectedly discovered that when Ye Feng shook his wrist and kept tapping his fingers in the air, the hard shell of the big red-headed centipede shattered into pieces like broken glass.
The air suddenly froze, and everyone looked at the half-dead Wang Tong in surprise.
Wang Tong actually opened his eyes. Although his face was covered in blood, his eyes were bright and lively. He did not look like a seriously injured person at all. Instead, he looked like someone who had just woken up from a beautiful dream in the early morning.
He got up from the ground and looked in surprise at the group of people surrounding him, especially Mr. Mo Da and Mr. Mo Er.
He bowed to Mr. Mo Da and Mr. Mo Er in fear and said, "Master, why are you here? I was trying to break through the formation, how could I suddenly fall asleep?"
Ye Feng smiled disapprovingly. When he extracted the deadly black air from Wang Tong's body, he also extracted some damaged memories. This was unavoidable. Only after a period of recovery would Wang Tong's memory be restored.
Seeing that Wang Tong was really alive and well and was not hurt at all, Mr. Mo Da's unhappiness about his disciple's injury affecting the Earth-level Ancient Martial Arts Competition was mostly eliminated.
He laughed and pointed at Ye Feng and said, "You were just injured by a huge rock from the mountain collapse. It was Sect Master Ye who saved you. You should thank him for saving your life."
Wang Tong saw the mess on the ground, and some unpleasant memories flashed through his mind. He remembered that he was hit by falling rocks, and his face turned pale with fear. He quickly knelt down to Ye Feng and said, "Thank you, Sect Master Ye, for saving my life."