When Ki Nai came to Hubingyuan, she felt that the atmosphere was not right. This empty area was filled with bloody smell, and the defense was not tight.

The dense camp tents were almost integrated with this land, and there was a hidden aura everywhere. But Mu Ming immediately realized that the vitality of the cultivators here was far from what he imagined, and it seemed that there were too much less.

"Who?" Dozens of armored soldiers appeared, their weapons shining with cold light, and their expressions were extremely alert.

However, when they saw the visitor, the expressions of these people relaxed, and one of them clasped his fists and said, "It's rude! Pay off the details and show the token!"

Mu Minghan fell from the tiger's body and handed something out of his hand. It was a token with a strange totem engraved!

When a soldier saw this, he looked respectful, "It turned out to be a wizard, please go here!"

The soldier made a gesture of inviting, then waved his hand and the guards disappeared.

Mu Ming walked up and the tribesmen followed him, and the man led him to an open space. Although the camp tent was arranged, they were far apart from each other and there were no guards of soldiers.

The soldier turned around and clasped his fists and said, "The mountain god has his life, and the Wizard's camp is nearby. I will send someone to arrange it later. But at this time, I hope that Mr. is very merciful. The number of wizards is far from enough!"

Mu Ming didn't answer, but just looked at the camp. At this moment, there were still groans and a stream of death filled the air.

The soldier was puzzled, could this person not like this place? What should he do? This is the ban on his order that he accepted, and all wizards brought here because this place was a concentrated place for the wounded.

Mu Ming pondered for a moment, but said, "What's the war ahead?"

The soldier shook his head, but immediately said: "I don't know, it's just extremely tragic. These wounded people have been sent for two hours, but the number is nearly a thousand. Moreover, all the black eagles have been sent out, traveling back and forth between the two places without stopping for a moment!"

Mu Ming nodded lightly and said, "If you have time, please arrange the tent!"

The soldier immediately took the order and left, and after a moment, he sent some tents. Just as he was about to build it, Mu Mingze said, "Let's just come by yourself, you can go and do your business!"

The soldier didn't realize that he was a god, and many people did it themselves because some people had to detect these things and set up some restrictions.

Mu Ming looked at the old patriarch. The old patriarch understood and waved his hand, and the clan members immediately began to disperse, and chose one place and guarded it.

The old patriarch also began to act. After checking for a while, he nodded slowly, and then began to bombard the ground with force, Mu Ming ignored it.

Mu Ming walked towards the camp in the distance, and the tiger was about to follow him, roaring because there was a smell of blood.

Mu Ming said: "You stay, your animal nature has not yet subsided, so as not to hurt people!"

The tiger crawled on the ground, but it was human. The white ape also flew over and landed on the ground, seemingly unwilling to go with the wooden name.

Mu Ming doesn't care, and the monster doesn't like these ** auras.

There is no one outside the tent, so I don’t worry about anything here near the rear of the main business.

Mu Ming pushed open the curtain of the camp, and felt a bloody smell spread. Mu Ming couldn't help but wrinkle his nose. The bloody smell was mixed with a foul stench, which was caused by flesh and blood, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

The camp tent was wide, but when it was full of wounded people, it seemed very crowded, because there was only one wizard in a hurry.

There were about thirty people lying on the ground, some people had no breath, some had broken hands and feet, and the wound was still bleeding. There was a black green or other color mist on the wound, and the stench came out from there.

Some people have empty eyes, while others are wailing constantly, full of fear and fear of death.

"Not enough... Come, come!"

The wizard began to yell because someone died and died at his hands, and he could not do anything alone.

The wizard suddenly turned around and saw Mu Ming standing there, and shouted: "Why are you still standing there? Come and help!"

This person does not know the name of a wood, so this is why.

But Mu Ming showed admiration. This man was soaked and extremely tired. His cultivation was a little disordered, and it seemed that he had worked hard for these treatments.

Seeing Mu Ming still unmoved, the man stomped his feet and said angrily: "War is going to die, why are you still trying so hard?"

This person also became annoyed. A monk said, "Why did you say this? It is our duty to protect the tribe. Please don't say this, sir!"

When the man heard this, he calmed down and silently used his cultivation to heal others' injuries.

But at this moment, he felt something strange. He thought it was Mu Ming and didn't know what he was for, so he was about to speak, but when he turned around, he saw Mu Ming's body as if it was ignited and white fireworks filled with it.

"This is……"

This man was speechless because he saw small flames flying out of Mu Ming's body, all falling into the bodies of the monks. There was also a flame sinking into the monks in front of him.

He didn't understand why, but suddenly he felt that the cultivator's cultivation level had become smoother in the past, and a trace of black mist appeared and was pulled away by the wooden name.

"Female insect! This is a female insect!" The man lost his voice, and his eyes fell on a small insect on Mu Ming's shoulder. The small insect sucked white light all over his body, and at this time it continued to absorb the colorful mist, but the female insect was fine and kept flapping its wings, as if it had eaten some great nourishment.

The man finally came to his senses, so he stood up and silently bowed to Mu Ming, "Great Wizard, I'm so clumsy!"

Mu Ming nodded silently, but was not distracted. Instead, he closed his eyes and tried to heal these people with his own cultivation. However, this person silently looked at Mu Ming's actions, full of envy!

Most of these people are spiritual realm monks, and there is not even a god-transforming realm, so Mu Ming can be easily used. In other words, as long as the origin is not broken, Mu Ming will completely restore these spiritual realm monks and even join the war again. Of course, Mu Ming will not be resurrected by the dead person.

After a stick of incense, Mu Ming let out a light breath, his energy was still full. Mu Ming whispered: "Come in!"

At this time, a few slightly shorter monks appeared, Xiaoyu and others, but they all changed into men's outfits. They changed into leather armor, which looked different from usual.

"teacher!"

Several people clasped their fists, showing a look of eagerness to try, and looked at Mu Ming.

Mu Minghan: "Try to refine elixirs as much as possible, let go of your hands and feet, herbs... I'll send them here later!"

But at this moment, the wizard immediately said, "I have it here, I will do it if I don't have enough, so there is no need to worry..."

"So... I'm working hard!" Mu Ming saw that the sign on this person was a guest of the flower clan, so he was not polite.

However, seeing that this person was a little reluctant to speak, Mu Ming gave a questioning look. The man hesitated and said, "Fellow Taoist, can you let me stay here and watch the alchemy techniques of several fellow Taoist!"

Mu Ming was stunned and then relieved. Most of the wizards of the witch clan refined Yaosan, which was the inferior product of elixirs. Therefore, elixirs are extremely precious. The reason for this is that elixirs are secrets. Many wizards learn to create their own skills, and they are mostly used as their own ability to eat. They are willing to spread it. But Mu Ming's methods just made this person feel unfathomable, so he became this thought.

Mu Ming said: "My disciples are not familiar with this method of saving people. Please give me some advice!"

Hearing this, the man was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Dare you not going to do your best!"

Then he ran out of the tent and went to find someone to find herbs.

"You should practice alchemy with all your heart, which is also a test for you. You should also learn more about saving people. Don't underestimate others. The teacher will go to other tents to see!"

Several disciples bowed and watched Mu Ming leave.

There were about forty tents, almost all wounded. Mu Ming walked by one by one, and the time spent in each tent was different. Some tents actually had monks in the God Transformation Realm. At this time, Mu Ming frowned. The monks in the God Transformation Realm were fighting for several days and nights, but these people were almost completely alive, which made people feel incredible, and there were wounded people who were sent here.

Fortunately, there are witchcraft in each camp, and there are about 60 people in total. These people have their own strengths. When they work together, Mu Ming shows surprise. Some are good at refining elixirs, some are good at removing poison, some are good at bone cutting, and some are good at regulating internal breath. Mu Ming observes for a moment every time he passes through a battalion commander, and Mu Ming's actions also impress these people.

Mu Ming thought that his duty was probably to take care of these monks here, but before Mu Ming could rest for a while, he met an acquaintance.

Commander Jin appeared!
Chapter completed!