The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 229;

After doing all this, she opened her eyes. It was still dark in front of her eyes. Leng Wuyou realized that everyone's eyes were on her strangely. She froze. What's going on?
Could it be that the time was too late, not much? She calculated before that it was only a little more than two quarters of an hour since she took the pulse of the little girl.

Thinking of the little girl, Leng Wuyou didn't pay attention to her surroundings for a while, saving people is the most important thing now, and the little girl is almost unable to hold on.

Thinking of this, she immediately bent down to heal the little girl. During the investigation of her spiritual consciousness, she used the healing spirit to force the black poisonous gas outside the chain out of the little girl's body, and sent a lot of light elements into her body In the end, she used the power of the soul source to replenish her soul source.

This time, she is really grateful to this little girl. If it wasn't for her, how could she have such a great opportunity?So Leng Wuyou is really not stingy with his little girl.

Seeing the little girl's rejuvenated body functions, Leng Wuyou exhaled a foul breath, then got up and looked around.

Looking at the familiar person in front of her, she blinked, and Jun Moyuan ran up no matter what, Leng Wuyou tugged at his sleeve, and asked him about the situation through voice transmission with his spiritual sense.

Jun Moyuan looked at everyone in the audience with dark eyes, especially Li Jingyuan in the middle who was dressed in a blue dress with bamboo leaves embroidered on his lapel.

The little girl didn't know what was going on before, she just sat cross-legged on the ground, her aura fluctuated greatly, and there was a bright light that was indeterminate.

Jun Moyuan guessed that the little girl probably had some insight, or that the opportunity was in an escalation phenomenon, and this opportunity seemed to be not small, even the confinement in her body was broken.

Jun Moyuan knew that the little girl at this time could not be disturbed by others, so he directly landed on the stage and guarded her, thinking that it would be best not to have people who are not open to disturb the little girl.

However, as soon as he had this idea, a person who didn't open his eyes appeared.

Among the crowd, a person flew out, as fast as a stream of light, and the soul blade in his hand was thrown straight at the cold and worry-free Tianling, Jun Moyuan's eyes darkened, "There are really people who are not open-eyed!"

His tone was heavy, and a powerful aura exploded from his body in an instant. His palm raised and fell hard, and a giant palm of illusory energy descended from the sky and slapped it on his head.

Before the people on this side were resolved, several figures flew out from that side. Jun Moyuan snorted coldly, stomped his feet on the ground, and the powerful aura instantly sent those people flying upside down, one by one flying more than ten meters away. , smacking heavily on the ground, all spurting out a mouthful of blood.

The most unlucky one was the first person who rushed up. He faced Jun Moyuan directly, and was slapped by his palm. Blood mist flew, and pieces of meat and clothes fell all over the ground, floating like a rainstorm. There was a bloody rain.

With him protecting Leng Wuyou, he naturally didn't get a trace of contamination.

But those contestants and the audience who were close were unlucky, um, bloody bad luck.

The blood mist and minced meat sprinkled their heads and faces. There were people who were talking with their mouths open before, and the blood mist and minced meat went directly into their mouths.

Damn, it's disgusting!

Those who have not been sprayed, looking at them, like the plague, can't wait to stay away.

They looked at the monster-like man on the stage in horror, not daring to breathe, for fear that he would notice and pat themselves into a blood mist.

On the high platform, the master of the medical pavilion shook his beard-stroking hand, and suddenly he pulled out several beards. Looking at the beard in his hand, the old face of the master of the medical pavilion was wrinkled into a bitter melon. Can we hold it well? We can’t finish the medical conference well, and then you can do whatever you want, I don’t care about you, but you have to make trouble at the medical conference. Is the medical conference good??
(End of this chapter)