He turned around and hid behind a big tree.
The few people who were attacking the Iron-skinned Red Dragon had to retreat because of the dragon's collision. As soon as they retreated, they saw Mu Jiu retreating and hiding behind the big tree. This sight made the Chen disciples a little annoyed.
They were all fighting together, but he was hiding behind a tree? What a coward!
Mu Ling and his companions felt that they felt more at ease if he hid himself. After all, their master had instructed them to protect him, and knowing that he was not strong enough, they would naturally not let him go forward and fight against the iron-skinned red dragon like them.
If the other party rushed over recklessly, they would have to distract themselves to protect him, which would be even more troublesome.
Preconceived notions made them think that Fengjiu needed protection, so no one saw that Fengjiu, who was hiding behind a tree, was kneading some small pills together and re-preparing the pills.
As she leaned her head out to look at the iron-skinned red dragon, she saw the disciple with one limp hand being slapped away by the iron-skinned red dragon, hitting a big tree with a bang, and then falling to the ground.
The man groaned, blood oozing from his mouth. He tried to stand up again, but fell down weakly.
Seeing that the man fell near the iron-skinned red dragon, and with the sword energy of Mu Ling and the others sweeping across, she was worried that he would be injured by the sword energy and the dragon if he fell there, so she dodged and rushed towards the man, dragging him back behind the big tree.
Mu Ling and the others were a little nervous when they saw Mu Jiu coming out, but after seeing him dragging the injured person to a safe place, they couldn't help but feel relieved and continued to fight with the iron-skinned red dragon. However, due to the disparity in strength, even with the eight of them besieging it, they were soon injured by the dragon's claws one by one, leaving several scratches and blood all over their bodies.
Fengjiu took out a small bottle from the space, opened the bottle and dripped a few drops of medicine into the crushed pills. After stirring them, she kneaded the crushed pills together to form a black pill the size of a quail egg.
“Hiss! Ah!”
Screams were heard, and Mu Ling and the others were slapped away by the iron-skinned red dragon. They all fell to the ground injured, with blood oozing from their mouths and their faces as pale as paper.
"Bang!"
The iron-skinned red dragon stepped forward and stomped heavily, leaving a huge footprint in the ground. When the iron-skinned red dragon raised its foot to step on Pei Zixuan who was lying on the ground, the faces of several people scattered around suddenly changed.
"Zixuan! Run away!"
Pei Zixuan's face turned pale and he tried to move his body, but because he was hit by the iron-skinned red dragon, he suffered serious internal injuries and it was difficult for him to even move.
He couldn't help but let out a bitter smile and said weakly, "I can't move. I can't muster up any strength in my body." If he could escape, wouldn't he want to escape
However, just when he was in despair, he saw a thin figure flying towards him. He was lying on his back on the ground, startled. Is it Mu Jiu? Why did he come out? Is he not afraid of death
Fengjiu flew out quickly, and in a flash, she came to his side, and pulled him out just before the iron-skinned red dragon's big foot landed. She brought him directly behind the big tree, and laid him on the ground side by side with the cultivator from before.