The old man naturally opened the tent and stood in front of Jin Dong, who was unconscious.

He felt the injuries in Jin Dong's body, and his brows frowned unconsciously, and then he reached out to brush the bleeding wound in Jin Dong.

His fingers did not really touch Jin Dong's body, but a pure true energy precipitated from his fingertips and slowly penetrated into Jin Dong's body.

The sword energy as stubborn as nails were slowly forced out of the wound. At the same time, his true energy was scented to the incomprehensible smell of the generals present, and healed the wounds one by one.

The sword creation of Jindong no longer bleeded, but the old man did not stop. His true energy was smooth but extremely powerful, and his patience passed through Jindong's meridians, gently opening up several blocked meridians in Jindong's body, and then he stopped exercising.

These generals waiting beside Jin Dong felt this change, and while they were very calm, they felt infinite gratitude for the old man, but since the old man had not answered their questions before, they couldn't ask more questions.

The old man knew that Jin Dong would wake up, but he did not wait. He quietly left the tent and walked towards the tent where Chen Jinru was.

Previously, Rong Yi had been by Chen Jinru's side, but now Rong Yi and others have already gone to the north wall, so some medical officials in the city have been arranged to take care of him here.

Even these medical officials, when they looked at the old man, felt the aura of this old man being very different from other practitioners.

The old man did not immediately enter Chen Jinru's tent. He was seriously thinking about the time when he was locked in his brow at the entrance.

Chen Jinru's injury was too difficult for him, and he could not have played a real healing role in Chen Jinru. It seemed not worth it to consume his precious true energy on a person who might be destined to die soon.

But he eventually walked into the tent.

Several low and sharp sounds of breaking through the air sounded at his fingertips, and some condensed true energy penetrated Chen Jinru's orifice with extreme precision, blocking Chen Jinru's aura.

"Go and treat others."

The old man whispered to these medical officers guarding Chen Jianru, but unquestionably, and then headed towards the north wall not far away.

The sealing of the Qi machine is like frozen, but this method cannot last long. It can only win over several days for Chen Jinru. But after a few days, without the kind of doctor who has the means of defiance, Chen Jinru would not wake up at all and would die directly.

...

As long as he no longer deliberately hides an existence like this old man, it will naturally be impossible not to attract the attention of all practitioners.

Among the several carriages that were parked under the wall, the worshiper in the palace, Diesel and Salt, first felt the sacred aura that he could not even understand. He opened his eyes in shock and walked out of the carriage.

"You are the sword..." When you first saw the figure of the old man and saw the jade crown on the old man's head, Diesel Salt's mind came up with a shocking name.

"It's me."

The old man looked at him and nodded slightly, nodding very directly.

"Why even you..."

Diesel salt was shocked and lost its voice.

In the entire Southern Dynasty, except for the Three Saints of the South Heaven, even if one could find an existence with higher cultivation than the old man, it was difficult to find a cultivator who was older than him and was able to be a marquis.

He is Jian Wenhou, and Xiao Yan was able to finally take up the throne after rebellion. In addition to the battle between the Three Saints of the South Heaven, he also accounts for a large part of the reason.

In many arduous battles, he was always beside Xiao Yan.

"I came because of Lin Yi."

Jian Wenhou looked at him and said, "I originally wanted to kill him."

"I was going to kill him?"

Diesel Salt was stunned. He was originally going to kill Chen Jinru, but now he hoped Chen Jinru could live well.

"I…"

He wanted to say something, but he just had time to say this word, and Jian Wenhou had interrupted him: "No need to bother, I have been watching him since he came to this city."

...

A commotion quickly caused on the city wall.

"I've met senior."

Lin Yi came to the old man who was climbing the north wall and bowed and bowed.

"I have never seen a practitioner like you, but it's very good."

Jian Wenhou looked at Lin Yi gently and whispered: "With a cultivator like you, Zhongli City may be able to defend it."

Lin Yi had already sensed that the other party had no murderous intention. At this moment, listening to his words, he couldn't help but feel moved, "Senior, are you going to help me defend the city?"

"Owning favors is of course a very troublesome thing, but compared with the favors of His Majesty the Emperor, the favors of the Bi family to me are nothing." Jian Wenhou looked at Lin Yi and shook his head, "The saying of helping you defend the city is naturally wrong. This was originally the country we have built. If you say it is defending the city, you are also helping us defend it."

“The statement doesn’t matter.”

Lin Yi laughed, "It's all a trivial matter compared to life and death."

His smile seemed relaxed at this moment.

Before Marquis Jianwen retired to Daocheng, he was already a sub-saint who entered the holy realm.

Such a person was originally destined to die after a glance at him, but now he has become the enemy of the Northern Wei army opposite the Jiang.

He had no confidence before that he could hold on until Wei Guanxing and the people from Jiange arrived, but now, he has confidence.

"Before the arrival of Linghuang, if I were here, maybe the other party would give up the capture of this city after discovering it." Jian Wenhou looked at the Northern Wei army opposite and said: "The reason why the practitioners above the divine mind are called semi-saints, and the reason why the practitioners who enter the holy realm are called sub-saints is not only that the power above the divine mind and the Chengtian realm are too obvious, but also that even if the true energy above the divine mind is consumed a lot, the speed of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is much faster than that of ordinary practitioners. Even if our true energy is consumed in the battle, it only takes some time.

It can still form some true energy. Even if it is a very short time, even if it is a very small amount of true energy, it is still impossible for practitioners under the divine mind to kill us. Therefore, before the spiritual wasteland, all opinions on entering the holy realm were worthy of attention from the world, and the Three Saints of the South Heaven can directly control the world. But now it is different. The spiritual energy of the heaven and earth here is too thin. If the true energy is consumed, it will be consumed, and the true energy cannot be replenished. If my true energy is consumed completely and no cultivator needs to kill me, I may die because I am too old."

Lin Yi's brows frowned deeply.

He had discussed some discussions with the Yuan Taoist about practice before, but did not involve this issue.

The issue that Jian Wenhou must pay attention to during the battle is also the issue of Yuan Taoist.

"I will take action as appropriate for practitioners above divine consciousness. If practitioners without divine consciousness, I will not waste any true energy, and you need to solve it." Jian Wenhou did not stop. He looked at Lin Yi and continued: "There is no difference between the battle formation and the cultivator. Even if you never fall into the other party's calculations and rhythms, now since they don't want to fight you again, then you can just look for them."

"I didn't have someone like you, senior, so I naturally didn't dare to be arrogant in front of this army, but now it's different. If you don't say it, I think so too." Lin Yi laughed.
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