The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Someone in the southern observation area muttered to themselves.

In the Eastern Region spectator area, the faces of several team leaders had completely darkened, and some even subconsciously closed their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

Just as that dense offensive was about to land, an extremely light and crisp sound, like a silver bell, rang out in the depths of Wang Long's mind.

"Master! Little Fairy is here!"

Immediately afterwards, a gentle and clear pale green light quietly emerged from the Immortal Palace mark on the back of Wang Long's hand, like the first ray of dawn, silently entering his meridians.

The light was not intense, but it carried an extremely pure life force, like a warm stream that flowed rapidly along his meridians, washing away the spiritual energy nodes that had become slightly sluggish due to continuous battles.

Wang Long felt the fatigue in his body receding at a visible speed, his spiritual energy flowed smoothly again, and the steady power in his meridians was replenished once more.

He instinctively gripped the lightsaber in his hand, feeling the pale green light replenishing his energy in an extremely gentle yet efficient way.

At the same time, another light blue halo quietly enveloped Ye Niannu, calming her slightly rapid breathing and slowly dissipating the barely perceptible tremor between her fingers in the light.

Wang Qingyan's sword light had already pierced in front of Wang Long. The moon-white sword energy was no more than three feet away from his chest, and a sharp glint of impending success appeared in her eyes.

However, in the next instant, Wang Long moved.

His figure sprang up like a longbow that had been recharged, nearly twice as fast as before. Just before the moon-white sword light was about to touch him, he precisely dodged to the side, while simultaneously raising his golden light sword diagonally from below, accurately striking the side of Wang Qingyan's short sword.

clang!

With a clear, resonant clang, Wang Qingyan felt a numbness in her hand. Her short sword was deflected by half a foot by the force, and she involuntarily staggered forward half a step, her originally fierce attack abruptly interrupted.

She paused for a moment, looked up at Wang Long, and found that his complexion was much better than before. The calm aura around him had not weakened, but seemed to have been replenished in those few breaths.

"What's going on?!"

Wang Qingyan's pupils contracted slightly as her gaze fell on the faint green aura around Wang Long that was slowly dissipating. She then quickly swept her eyes over the light green light that remained on Ye Niannu's body. Her expression changed swiftly from astonishment to disbelief.

"You...you're recovering rapidly?!"

The giant shield of the burly man from the Di De Sect was about to land when Wang Long struck it precisely at the thinnest point of spiritual energy on the shield with a backhand sword strike. A pure force was transmitted through the tip of the sword, causing the massive shield, as thick as a mountain, to tremble slightly, and the burly man's figure involuntarily paused for a moment.

Yin Jiuyou's dark dagger had already pierced three inches from Wang Long's lower back, but he suddenly felt a more stable spiritual energy armor surging from Wang Long's body, accurately blocking the path of the dagger, like an invisible barrier, stopping the cold attack half an inch away.

Yin Jiuyou's expression finally changed. He abruptly retreated, moving several feet away like a ghost. His dark pupils were fixed on Wang Long, and then he looked at the dissipating light blue light around Ye Niannu. For the first time, his voice carried a hint of genuine surprise and doubt.

"What kind of magical artifact is this? It can quickly restore spiritual energy during battle?!"

The unfamiliar faces from the Southern and Western Regions were also stunned. Their attacks were also blocked or dodged by Wang Long and Ye Niannu with even greater ease.

Those who had initially thought victory was assured now had complicated expressions.

Wang Qingyan stood at the front, her fingers gripping the short sword turning slightly white, her expression shifting repeatedly.

She gritted her teeth, her gaze fixed on the gradually dissipating pale green light surrounding Wang Long. After a moment of silence, as if she had made up her mind, her voice carried an almost stubborn coldness.

"You do have a trump card, but I don't believe you can keep recovering like this!"

She gripped the short sword tightly again, and the moon-white sword energy condensed once more, even more solid and sharp than before. Her voice carried a resolute tone, as if she had already decided to burn her boats.

"Attack together! Don't give him a chance to breathe! Even if it's a war of attrition, we can wear him down!"

The burly man from the Earthly Sect behind her also raised his giant shield again, and the earth-yellow spiritual energy surged once more. His gaze was deep and focused, and he clearly did not intend to retreat.

Yin Jiuyou's figure disappeared into the shadows once more, the dark short dagger gleaming coldly in the morning light as it silently adjusted its angle.

Although the cultivators from the Southern and Western Regions hesitated, they gritted their teeth and rushed forward when they saw Wang Qingyan launch another attack. They clearly felt that even if Wang Long had recovered somewhat, they still had the advantage in numbers against two opponents.

As Wang Long watched the figures surge forward again, he felt the pale green light within his body steadily repairing the subtle depletion in his meridians. The power was gentle and persistent, and it was not interrupted by Wang Qingyan's attacks.

He turned his head and exchanged a brief glance with Ye Niannu.

A smile appeared on Ye Niannu's lips. Her peach blossom eyes, which had been slightly tired from continuous battles, now lit up again, as clear as if they had been washed by dew.

She said nothing, but simply gripped her longsword tighter and stood beside him.

On the viewing platform, the oppressive silence that had just been broken was replaced by a more complex murmur of discussion.

The team leader in the southern observation area, who had just sat up straight, froze again. He stared at the two rapidly recovering golden dots on the map, his lips moving several times before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"He...he can recover? How did that happen?"

The leader of the Western Regions Serpent Bone Sect also frowned, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"That light... it's like some kind of healing artifact, but ordinary healing artifacts can't take effect so quickly in battle, and it can even affect two people at the same time..."

In the spectator area of ​​the Central Region, the elder of the Qian Yuan Sect, dressed in a dark gold robe, slammed his fist against the railing in front of him, making a dull thud. He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"How is this possible?! He was clearly on the verge of collapse, how did he recover?!"

Although the gray-robed old man beside him did not speak, his face was equally gloomy, and his eyes were fixed on the two golden dots on the map that were moving steadily again, and he did not look away for a long time.

In the Tianlan Sect's viewing area, the team leader also narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment he muttered to himself.

"That kind of healing method... I've never seen it even in the Central Region. This Wang Long has so many secrets."