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The defensive barrier that had not been broken for thousands of years was actually shattered into pieces by the ruthless attacks of the two juniors today!
Dongfang Bo and Qing Yangming, who had been blown away by the surging energy, climbed out from the pile of rubble. They stared blankly at the wolf-like martial arena. Smoke and dust filled the air, and it was hard to tell what was going on with the naked eye.
"The two of them actually broke the formation set up by the old ancestor?" Although Dongfang Bo was already used to Qingyang's repeated shocks, this time, he brought his daughter along with him. Looking around, he realized that more than half of the wooden houses around the martial arts arena had been destroyed by the two of them.
"Where are Brother Qingyang and Miss Dongfang?" On the contrary, Qing Yangming who was covered in dust was the first to wake up as he hurriedly asked.
Hearing Qing Yangming's words, Dongfang Bo finally remembered who was the mastermind of these "Glorious War Fruits". Without caring about his messy clothes, he jumped over the broken rocks and ran into the arena.
As the dust settled, the two people who had entered the martial arts arena were also shocked to discover that this place could still be called the "martial arts arena"? Or perhaps it was more appropriate to say "ruins".
A huge crater in the ground was like a meteor smashing into the ground. The rolling bricks and soil all around spoke of the terror of that last strike. The cracked ground and the rubble that could be easily seen made Dongfang Bo's heart even more anxious.
If he were to replace Qingyang with Qingyang, even ten of them would not be enough to die, let alone one that could not be any more dead. Just by looking at this martial arena, he could tell that this was not a destructive power that a Spirit Refinement Stage powerhouse could create.
"Yanran!" "Azure Sun!" With a loud shout, there was no sign of life in the deathly silent martial arena. The two of them coincidentally were his daughter and son-in-law, so how could Dongfang Bo not be anxious?
After shouting a few times, the meticulous Qing Yangming also heard a faint coughing sound from the deep pit. Without saying anything further, he jumped into the deep pit, only to find to his astonishment that the bloody Qingyang at this moment had a froth at the corner of his mouth as he coughed continuously.
"Brother Qingyang!" With a rapid shout, Qing Yangming naturally understood that this was not the place to heal. He immediately picked up the collapsed Qingyang and leaped out of the deep pit.
"Azure Sun!" Dongfang Bo's heart tightened when he saw Qingyang lying flat on the ground. He thought that Yanran's attack was likely beyond his imagination. Otherwise, Qingyang's cultivation would not have led him to such an end.
"Cough cough, I, I'm fine. "Yanran, where is she?" Qingyang asked softly with a reluctant smile on his bloodied face.
"Miss Dongfang seems to be over there!" When Qing Yangming saw that Qingyang was fine, he let out a long sigh of relief. He scanned his surroundings and discovered a white figure emerging from a pile of rocks in the distance.
"Ming, you take care of Qingyang here. I'll go take a look!" After ordering Qing Yangming, Dongfang Bo immediately dashed towards the pile of rubble. He moved a few pieces away with his bare hands, and discovered that Dongfang Yanran, whose clothes were a bit tattered, was unconscious.
His heart was burning with anxiety, but Dongfang Bo, as the head of the Dongfang family, naturally had a different personality. Seeing that his daughter was unconscious, he calmed down immediately after panicking for a while.
After wiping off the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, Dongfang Bo carried Yanran over to Qingyang and Yanran's side. After looking at Qingyang and Yanran for a moment, he let out a sigh without knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Dong ? Uncle Dongfang ? Yanran ? How is she?" He couldn't be bothered with his own injuries as he leaned on Qing Yangming and said softly.
"Yanran is alright. On the other hand, you are seriously injured. Sigh!" With a pained look at Qingyang, Dongfang Bo couldn't bear to reprimand him any longer. He immediately turned to Qingyang Ming and said, "Carry Qingyang, let's send the two of you back quickly."
Qing Yangming nodded. He carried Qingyang on his back and followed Dongfang Bo back to Qingyang City's chamber.
Dongfang Bo and Qing Yangming's clothes were torn, their faces were covered in dust, and their hair was in disarray. The people they were holding in their arms were one of them in a coma, and the other one was covered in blood.
"The medicinal masters of the Dongfang family, come to the north wing!" After placing the two people on the bed, Dongfang Bo directly shouted out with luck. This loud and urgent shout continued for a long time in the sky above the Dongfang palace before dispersing.
The few medicinal masters had never heard the patriarch being so anxious before. They immediately put down all their chores and hurried to the northern wing. Naturally, they could not forget about the fellow who brought them to eat.
"All of you, quickly treat this person. All kinds of pills, regardless of their grade!" Pointing at Qingyang, Dongfang Bo Chong and a few other alchemists gave some orders before instructing Qing Ming to take care of Qingyang here. On the other hand, Dongfang Bo brought Yanran back to his daughter's room.
Naturally, when they looked at Dongfang Bo's group of four, especially at the blood-soaked man lying on the bed, the few pharmacists were secretly shocked. Although they were curious, they didn't dare to ask about Dongfang Bo's expression, and could only follow the patriarch's instructions to start treating Qingyang.
"All the bones and meridians in his body have been cut in seventy to eighty percent, yet he is still able to endure until this moment. Truly amazing." After cleaning the blood stains all over Qingyang City, an alchemist frowned and sighed.
Indeed, according to common sense, if the bones and meridians were broken, seventy to eighty percent of them would be crippled even if they did not die. These few medicinal masters were at most immortal medicine masters, and under Qing Yangming's slightly unfriendly gaze, these few quietly went about their work.
Dongfang Bo, who had arranged for Yanran to stay, also rushed back into the house. Seeing that a few people were busy, he asked, "How is he?"
"Reporting to Clan Head, all of the bones and meridians in this person's body have been shattered. Although his life has been saved, his cultivation is ?" After hesitating for a moment, one of the medicinal masters bowed and said honestly.
Dongfang Bo was just about to angrily rebuke them when he heard a soft call from the bed, "I'm fine. I'll be fine after a few days. The Dongfang family head doesn't need to reprimand them. They've really done their best."
Dongfang Bo and Qing Yangming turned around upon hearing the commotion. Qingyang's complexion had already recovered to a bit of color, and was currently panting lightly as he looked at the two of them.
"All of you can leave now. This is none of your business." After pondering for a moment, Dongfang Bo waved his hand and dismissed the few alchemists. Those few people naturally hurriedly fled as if they had received an amnesty.
"Brother Qingyang, are you sure you're alright?" I heard from the pharmacist that you have 70-80% broken meridians and bones. " Looking worriedly at Qingyang, Qing Yangming frowned as he spoke.
"Qingyang, no matter what kind of immortal herbs and elixirs you need, as long as you can recover your full strength, Uncle Dongfang will not let you lose your full cultivation!" Dongfang Bo spoke in a deep voice as he prepared to send people to search for a miracle medicine that could mend one's bones.
Looking at the two of them emotionally, Qingyang forced out a smile: "Really, it doesn't matter, since when have I ever lied to you two? You only need to meditate and rest for a few days. Body practitioners are not as weak as you think. "
Indeed, consuming the blood essence of an Ancestral Witch and tempering his body with heavenly thunder, how could Qingyang, whose body was comparable to an early Yang God, be so easily crippled? Break, and then be reborn!
