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"What immortal Wang Sun? Get the fuck up!" Chen Fei knew that being too polite in front of this bunch of f * ckers would only cause them to be at a loss. Thus, he jumped up and kicked the nearest few people a few times.

"Yes sir!" Over a hundred people stood up at the same time.

"My leg, my leg is almost healed!" The soldier jumped back up and kneeled on the ground. He kowtowed again and said, "Immortal, you are my new parents. In the future, I will be your slave and repay you for saving my life!"

"Alright, you have damaged your head. I'll have to trouble you to treat it!" Chen Fei raised his leg and kicked him, causing him to fall flat on the ground.

"This little one doesn't dare!" The wounded soldier stood up and stood on the spot respectfully.

"Now listen to my orders. All the injured people take off the rags wrapped around their wounds and put them into the pot to be boiled. The wounds have been washed clean with warm water. If you don't take good care of your injuries, how will you fight in the future? " Chen Fei turned to Mu Jiu and asked: "Mu Jiu, do you have salt?"

"There was originally a small jar of salt, but …" Mu Jiu turned to face the ruins of the tent, a troubled expression on his face.

"Immortal, why are you blabbering on when you asked for salt?" Zheng Yang could not bear to watch any longer, he pushed Mu Jiu away and rushed to the area of the tent's ruins, ignoring the high temperature left behind by Yu Jin, he took out a small earthen jar and held it out to Chen Fei.

Inside the small earthen jar, the large salt melted and then crystallized, which at a glance should be around one jin.

"They are divided into ten parts, and each pot of water is used to wash the wounds. "Don't be afraid of pain, this is for your own good!" Chen Fei did not explain and pulled over a wounded soldier. After tearing off the bandage that was wrapped around the wound a few times, he used warm water to clean it and then used Holy Light Technique to treat it.

After being treated as an immortal, Chen Fei's orders were fully executed.

Everyone followed Chen Fei's instructions and began to wash their wounds with warm saline.

Although the high concentration of saltwater stimulated their wounds, causing them to tremble in pain, no one cried out in pain.

It was already late at night, and everyone was already tired after running for so many days.

But now, an immortal suddenly appeared, causing the soldiers to be extremely excited. Their fatigue was swept away, and everyone gathered around the bonfire, watching Chen Fei's left hand radiate a magical light, and watching those horrifying wounds quickly recover.

Some were excited, some were happy, but there were also some who felt fear.

Chen Fei specially selected the severely injured people to treat them. After a dozen consecutive times of healing, seven or eight people's injuries were healed.

Although he was not completely healed, but he could run, or even fight and charge.

At the same time, Chen Fei felt a wave of fatigue. As he released the Holy Light Technique on his left palm, a needle-like pain began to appear.

Chen Fei knew that although he had Moonlight added on, it was impossible for him to continuously release Holy Light Technique.

However, there were still sixty or so injured people. Seeing them looking at him expectantly, Chen Fei could not bear to let them suffer any longer, so he continued to persevere.

Two hours later, more than twenty people had been healed. Chen Fei felt as if his entire body had been hollowed out, his left hand weighed a thousand pounds, and every time he raised it there was excruciating pain.

Finally, when Chen Fei was treating the twenty-fifth injured member of the team, his body tilted and fell to the ground.

"Immortals!"

"Wang Sun!" The crowd immediately cried out in alarm, helping Chen Fei up from the ground in a flurry.

"Heavens! The immortal is drenched all over!" Mu Jiu suddenly crouched on the ground and started crying loudly: "For saving me, it is equivalent to suffering, and I did not hesitate to use my immortal arts, I even fainted."

"Abandon, you bastard. Seeing how exhausted the Immortal is, why are you still trying to move forward?" Can't you let the deity rest for a bit? " Zheng Yang was even more anxious and angry, he raised his leg and kicked the soldier who was waiting for treatment.

"This little one doesn't know. If I knew that the Immortal's Immortal cultivation technique was exhausted, even if I killed him, he wouldn't dare to let the Immortal heal!" The soldier called Abandonment was crying on the ground.

"Why are you making such a ruckus? I'm not dead yet!" Chen Fei struggled to sit up and said, "No worries, I will rest for a while before continuing my treatment!"

"Even if we die, we won't let the Immortals use up any more Immortal magic!" The remaining injured soldiers all knelt down, because they were afraid that Chen Fei would pull them away, they even retreated while kneeling, only stopping after the distance was more than 10 meters.

"Immortal, please take a rest!"

"Let the immortal have a piece of horse meat!"

That should be enough. The job of buying people's hearts should be considered as done, right?

Chen Fei reluctantly nodded, he leaned on a rock and signaled Zheng Yang to cut a piece of horse meat.

The horse meat had already been roasted to a crisp and there was no seasoning. Not even any salt was added, making it taste extremely fishy.

Chen Fei forced himself to eat a few mouthfuls before he could not bear it anymore and took out a can of red cattle to rinse his mouth.

"Everyone, get into position. The immortals are resting. If anyone dares to disturb the immortals, they will be beheaded without mercy!" Zheng Yang loudly ordered, and then respectfully raised his hands, reaching towards the Frost Mourn that was stuck in the ground.

Ah!" Zheng Yang's hand had just touched Frostmourne when he suddenly cried out. His body was sent flying four to five meters away as if it had been shot by a spring. He fell face-first onto the ground.

Zheng Yang was shocked, he immediately knelt down and said loudly: "Immortal, you have redeemed yourself, this subordinate is only trying to send the Immortal Sword to the Immortal, I do not want to steal the Immortal Sword!"

Could it be that the Frost Mourn could even send people flying?

Could it be that I am the only one who can use this sword in this instance dungeon?

Chen Fei walked over in confusion, extended his right hand, and slowly held onto the Frost Mourn.

Immediately, Chen Fei's body froze, as if he had been electrocuted and he began to tremble lightly.

Clumps of black fog quickly passed through the Frost Mourn and into Chen Fei's body. Very quickly, Chen Fei's body was covered by the black fog, and as it curled around him, it was like a part of the night sky, and he could not even see clearly.

Shocked by this strange sight, the soldiers once again prostrated themselves on the ground, their faces buried in the dirt.

This was a sign of immortality; mortals could not look directly at it!

"Haha, I understand, I understand!" After five minutes, Chen Fei suddenly burst out laughing, raised the Frost Mourn up, and ferociously waved it.

Boom!" A ray of sword light shot out, and a huge boulder about ten meters in front of him was instantly split in half.

"Immortal magic is powerful, we mortals have to bow to it!" Mu Jiu took a peek, and immediately fawned, and shouted: "When the immortals descend, they will definitely be able to stabilize the world, and reconstruct the glory of the former Qin Emperor, dominating the world, and bring us straight to the land of happiness."

"Don't be f * cking numb, laozi just figured out one thing!" Chen Fei laughed out loud, placing the Frost Mourn on the ground, he shouted: "Come, come, come! If you are injured, this old man can treat you again!"