Village Doctor's Magic Hands

With the help of Dongfang family, more than 190 people still alive in Zhao Sanjin's side have basically returned to normal by now. Although there are not a few black and blue faces, broken arms and legs, they have awakened at least by now.

On the other hand, in front of Zhao Dengxian's grave, the people in the Wulin who had originally planned to stay to see the development of the situation completely lost their patience because they didn't make progress after waiting for more than an hour. They simply left here in groups.

"What do you think the boy is doing? We've been waiting for two hours, and the boy can't be his mother asleep?" Oriental returnees say that they are the father of young people, but they are even more stubborn than young people.

"Why don't you sit there and sleep for me for two hours without falling down?" the young man glanced at the Oriental returnees with an idiot's eyes.

"Your uncle, do you have a son who talks to his father like this?" the Oriental returnee looked angry and raised his hand to greet the young man with a slap.

However, the young man raised his head happily and fearlessly, looked proudly at the Oriental returnees, smiled and said, "you really shouldn't have a father like you!"

Instead, Dongfang Mingshuo, who has been paying attention to Zhao Sanjin, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "I think... This boy seems to be getting some inheritance?"

"Inheritance?" Dongfang Mingshuo's words made Dongfang returnees stop fighting. Instead, they looked at Dongfang Mingshuo with a stunned face.

"If you guessed correctly, this boy is really getting some inheritance!" Dongfang Mingshuo nodded again and replied seriously.

"Wait patiently. Maybe this boy will give us an unexpected surprise when he wakes up, or maybe!" Dongfang Mingshuo looked at Zhao Sanjin again and turned around and left.

With the protection of the white light, Zhao Sanjin is absolutely safe. At least the Oriental returnees have confirmed a problem, that is, with his strength in the golden elixir period, they can't get half the benefits under the white light. There's no need to try the residue of the spirit empty realm and the valley opening realm.

Of course, these people really don't know whether yuanyingqi can break the white light. After all, the strong yuanyingqi in the outer Wulin can't come out, and the only person they know and meet in the inner Wulin is Dongfang Mingshuo.

Unfortunately, this man is from Dongfang family. How could he try to break the white light?

"How long shall we wait?"

"It's hard to say how to inherit this thing. It depends on your personal understanding ability!" Dongfang Mingshuo stopped his steps, slightly frowned and replied, "ordinary people are normal for ten and a half days and a little qualified. It also takes a week, unless they are gifted, maybe they can win it in three or four days."

"What's this boy?" as soon as Dongfang returnees spoke, they regretted. After all, they were used to quarreling with young people on weekdays, and they really talked a little.

Even Dongfang Mingshuo slowly said, "this boy is the only one I've seen in my life!"

At present, due to Zhao Sanjin's failure to wake up, Zhang Xinghua, as the leader with the greatest power here, has sent all the seriously injured members back to Jianghai city for medical treatment after asking Liu Yingying's opinions. Even Li Changqing has not been spared.

Fortunately, Dongfang Mingshuo took the initiative to help. After a simple treatment of their injuries, there are still 40 or 50 people left.

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At the moment, Zhao Sanjin fell into a very wonderful feeling. There was a vast expanse of white around him. It was unreal, nihilistic and endless. It could not be more suitable for Zhao Sanjin.

Because he has been in this place for a long time, so long that he can't tell the time by himself.

Not only that, Zhao Sanjin also felt that this place was like a bottomless pit. He was clearly walking on the ground, but it gave him the feeling of falling.

The next moment, in the white fog, an old man suddenly appeared. The original distance of kilometers made Zhao Sanjin only see one black spot, but in the blink of an eye, the old man immediately put it, only 100 meters, and looked at it again. Lao Tzu was less than 10 meters away from Zhao Sanjin.

"Grandpa?" the visitor is no one else. It is Zhao Dengxian, the grandfather who has raised Zhao Sanjin for 20 years.

"Grandpa, why are you here?" Zhao Sanjin looked at Zhao Dengxian strangely and couldn't wait to ask, but in exchange for the old man's sudden hand.

"Grandpa, what do you mean?" Zhao Dengxian was tricky. Zhao Sanjin found that he didn't have the power to parry at all, but even so, Zhao Sanjin didn't like to wait to die.

They were in this vast white place. You came and I fought for more than an hour. Then Zhao Dengxian was silent, looked at Zhao Sanjin and said slowly, "come with me..."