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A light flashed in Abel's eyes. Before the others could react, he picked up the holy sword that Olic fell to the ground. With a "swoosh", a sword fell, and a fierce wind suddenly blew around. As soon as the wind blew, everyone saw a black light suddenly touching the small book on the ground, and a crisp and harsh sound of metal breaking sounded.

"Crack!" As the black holy sword he had refined broke into two pieces, a faint hint of joy finally appeared on Abel's face. That's right, books that cannot even split the holy sword cannot be broken, except for the Ancient Scroll, cannot be other metal. Besides, I personally hold the holy sword, so there will be no fake, this time it is definitely true.

Abel was surprised, and he seemed to suddenly remember something. His face changed, he looked at Wuqi with an apology and said softly: "Boy, it seems you are real. I offended this time, uncle. Are you not angry, are you?"

Abel said very sincerely, and even sounded a little humble, but after he said this, Alonso and all the guards who had just arrived here were stunned in an instant. Even their purpose of coming here was forgotten, and Alonso almost forgot the constant pain from his palms.

For a moment, the field suddenly fell into silence, and the atmosphere seemed extremely strange. All the guards looked at the young man lying on the ground with an almost monster look, and could not say anything, but a shocking wave was stirred up in his heart.

If what Abel said to Wuqi was a joke deliberately made by an elder to coax the younger generation, it would not be an exaggeration to say this, and it would even make people feel that this uncle loved this younger generation very much. However, if this statement was made when the king faced ordinary people, it would look extremely strange.

Not to mention that Abel has another identity that everyone has to look up to, the peak powerhouse of the Holy Land.

All the practitioners of Lanfa Great 6 respect the strong, and becoming a strong is the dream of all practitioners. However, every practitioner standing at the top cannot have a temper. After working hard for a lifetime, he finally finally got to that position. How could he put down his airs easily?

Every strong man who has become a master has his own temper and is arrogant and arrogant, let alone a powerful man in the holy realm. The words of the sword saint Abel are really not the time, and they are not in line with his current identity. However, only Abel himself and Wuqi know the best, why Abel said this just now.

Very simple.

At the beginning, the sword saint Abel wanted to capture Wuqi and his group and throw them into prison without any discrimination. This was no longer reasonable. Now his subordinates took action and almost killed the kid and his companions. Abel was completely inappropriate. If Wuqi was angry and ignored him, then he would never be able to obtain the supreme practice method in the Ancient Scrolls.

At the peak level of the cultivator, Abel has been staying for too long. Although life is much easier than Dou Sheng Ugins, Abel can naturally not be an easy person to be satisfied if he can reach this level.

He can despise power, ignore identity, and even abandon money, but he will not give up on the prompts of strength. As long as he sees a glimmer of hope of improvement, he will hold it firmly and will never let go again.

This is Abel's character. Although he is a king, he only has a special liking for strength, so he would talk to Wuqi, a young man who has no identity and status regardless of his identity. Of course, there is another reason that he does have a good impression of Wuqi.

Not to mention the miracle that Wuqi created when he was studying here, just talking about just now that he was able to tie the two master-level strong men with only the strength of an intermediate cultivator with his own strength. This kind of achievement can almost be described as unprecedented.

So Abel was very optimistic about Wuqi, and he also put down his airs as soon as possible. Even though he kept hearing Olic's laughter that was even more miserable than crying, he didn't take a look at him. He directly helped Wuqi, who was seriously injured, up from the ground, shouted unhappily at the group of stunned guards in the distance, and said, "Why don't you go and invite me the best doctor in the imperial city!"

As soon as this said, the group of guards who were still standing there suddenly seemed to suddenly explode in their ears. Their bodies were shocked at the same time, their legs trembled, and their eyes immediately showed a gaze of extreme horror.

But after a moment, they seemed to suddenly remember something, and their bodies stood straight, and at the same time, they bowed respectfully to Abel, and left the hall in shame like a group of frightened birds and went to find the doctor.

But before leaving the palace, all the soldiers couldn't help but look back at the young man who was held in his hand by His Majesty the Emperor. Although he didn't say a word on his mouth, many questions arose in his heart.

Who is he? How dare you call His Majesty the King?

This kid is not the illegitimate son of His Majesty the King, is it? His Majesty the King actually jokes with him. Am I dazzled?

It's so scary. Fortunately, we didn't attack that kid in time, even His Majesty the King had to talk to him in this tone. If we accidentally took action just now, wouldn't that be...

This is definitely not true. I definitely have a fever, so I have to go back and have a good sleep and take some medicine. That is our King and Lord Sword Saint, how could he be so humble to please a little kid? Yes. This is definitely a dream.

Although a large number of guards did not believe what they had seen with their own eyes, they were not yet confused. The command of the sword saint Abel was clearly remembered in his heart, so the doctor was quickly taken to Wuqi by these guards. There were ten doctors in total, and they were all very skilled in healing the injuries of the practitioners.

After about ten minutes, Wuqi recovered his spirit under the influence of these doctors' tendons, bone joints and a series of drugs, but he only recovered a little bit of his spirit. However, for Wuqi, he was already very satisfied with the ability to achieve this effect in the shortest time. Because with his current mental state, he was enough to perform medical techniques to start saving himself.

However, Wuqi did not rush to do this, but glared at the sword saint Abel angrily, muttering: "I just followed the master's instructions to fulfill the agreement between him and the uncle that year. As soon as I saw the uncle, I was seriously injured. My friend was almost out of reach now. If I hadn't had a good brain, I would have been arrested by you long ago. Uncle, you are too much!"

Seeing that the doctors had temporarily stabilized Wuqi's injuries, Abel quickly waved his hand. After all, the doctors, whether old or young, saluted respectfully, all retreated aside and did not dare to speak. Abel's brow suddenly frowned, and he glanced at the doctors in displeasure and said angrily: "Didn't you hear this young man's words? His friends are almost out of reach. Why don't you go to treat them quickly?"

"Yes." The doctors were swept by Abel's eyes, and their hearts trembled, and they were so scared that they all seemed to be gone, walking around like they had lost their souls.

"On there!" Abel's face suddenly darkened, and pointed at the elf man who was lying on the ground in the distance, and then stroked his fingertips and pointed outside the palace and said in a deep voice: "There is another woman outside. Go and treat their injuries."

"Yes." With Abel's guidance, these doctors who seemed to be headless flies ramming around finally found their target and divided into two teams and ran over as fast as possible.

Until he saw that the team of doctors left in the palace had come to the elf man and started the healing work, Abel then turned his face, looked at Wuqi with a smile, and said softly: "Little guy, uncle apologizes to you for what happened just now. You should be satisfied now, right?"

"You think I'm a three-year-old baby. I'm almost dead. You just want to find a group of doctors to save them and want to fool me. This is not possible. Unless you promise me a condition, I will forgive you." Wuqi said angrily.

"Okay. Tell me, what are the conditions, I promise you." Abel nodded with a wry smile. His idea is very simple now. He already understood what the other party said just now. Isn't it just to tell himself the practice method in the Ancient Scrolls?

Since he had the opportunity to take his strength to the next level, Abel naturally would not care about anything else, so he agreed quickly and nodded almost without hesitation.

Wuqi didn't expect the other party to agree so quickly. He was a little stunned for a moment, he hesitated for a while before suddenly changing his mouth and said mischievously: "I... haven't thought about it yet. I'll tell you after I think about it. But uncle, you must tell me now why you wanted to catch me when I saw me just now."

Abel hesitated. He was considering whether he should tell Wuqi about Sakai's true face, but he was sorry for his conscience without saying that. So he finally thought about it for a while, sighed and said, "This, let's talk about it later. You should recover your injury first, and I will tell you."

After saying that, he suddenly turned his head and glanced at the extremely painful expressions on Alonso and Olic's faces, and couldn't help but say, "Do you let them go first, my two apprentices?"

"Okay. But uncle, please take my cut off arm first, hurry up." As he said that, Wuqi pointed at Olic's left arm and said, "I pointed at the bloody left arm in the distance.

Abel gave Wuqi a broken arm to unknown reason. He was about to ask. Since his hands were broken, what else should he do if he had to break his arm? Unexpectedly, before he could say his words, Wuqi's strange actions made by his right hand shook, he was speechless.

The moment before Wuqi took his left arm, he suddenly recited an obscure spell from his mouth. At the same time, his right hand swayed, and his entire palm was covered with a white cloud the size of a palm. Then, in Abel's curious and puzzled eyes, he took the broken arm and slowly aimed the cut of the broken arm at the wound on his left shoulder. After he gently touched the right hand at the wound, a miracle scene occurred instantly.

The wound, which had been broken into two pieces and was covered with blood, was actually under the white cloud in Wuqi's right palm. The wound and blood turned into nothingness at the same time. At a glance, not only could there be no trace of the cut that had been cut from the outside, but there was no difference in the color of the skin that was cut out.

Moreover, an even more incredible scene was still behind. As Wuqi's left arm suddenly connected, he actually opened his mouth and spit out a series of obscure spells, and even his left palm could move flexibly like his right palm. At the same time, Abel also saw a white cloud appearing on Wuqi's left palm.

In the next five minutes, Wuqi used the white clouds in his palm to wipe the fatal wounds all over his body, and the scene of repairing the wounds as intact as before appeared frequently.

After a few minutes, Wuqi had already recovered from a dying person with countless wounds on his body to a normal person with full energy and no trace of wounds on his body, Abel felt that a thunderbolt suddenly fell in his mind, and in an instant, he was completely stunned.

It was as if the guards were staring at him just now. His eyes were staring at the unusually bright smile on Wuqi's face, and he couldn't say a word. It seemed that his ears had lost their hearing in an instant, and they could not hear anything. They could only hear his heartbeat that was beating like a bubble and question marks that kept popping up in his heart.

What kind of martial arts is this!!! It's incredible!:
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