DON'T REPOST MY TRANSLATION!   

    This makes everyone incredible and feels that the little priest is a bit crazy.

    No one will think that the little priest is stupid, unless it's a stupid person, and why the little priest does this, everyone has a different opinion.

    "Oh? How?" Mucheng-Forest City's Lord had long been curious about the action of the little priest.

    Mucheng-Forest City's Lord smiled, “Cong Sheng is better than you?”

    Mucheng-Forest City's Lord listened to the High Priest so degraded and nodded. “After we lost the friends.h.i.+p of The Longevity Pine Tribe, our ability has never gotten back.”

    "High Priest Zhao-Ge, you are telling me that we can't rely too much on our ability in the future, right?"

    Mucheng-Forest City's Lord involuntarily looked at the young priest and The Jiu Yuan Chief. Unfortunately, the territory of Mucheng-Forest City and The Jiu Yuan is not bordered, otherwise they can form a good alliance.

    "Ah! Just, the princess of doesn't want to go on with her older brother. It's better to send her back." Mu Shao, who had been listening to his ears, had squeezed over.

    At the beginning, he was bent on his own way. He had to find a n.o.ble wife for the disabled son. As a result, Tucheng-Earth City sent their long princess, but the princess was obviously reluctant, and he had not been with Mu Yuan for so many years. How close is it, and his son is even more disheartened.

    "What did your big brother say?"

    “Nonsense!” Mucheng-Forest City's Lord pushed his son away.

    Zhao-Ge got up and Luo Jue was already inviting them to judge priest's past experience of watching witch medicine. Mucheng-Forest City went to Cong Sheng this time, but Zhao-Ge didn't want to see him.

    For example, in poor and backward places, hemostasis may be treated just a touch of mud, or by means of fire, you can find some hemostatic herbs that are G.o.d bless, but after reaching the height of the upper city, the treatment will not be so rough, not only effective, but a very good witch medicine can be used, and if you have treatment abilities for you to serve, of course, the latter still have to be able to enjoy the ident.i.ty and status to a certain extent.

    The wounds of eleven slaves are not small. The ordinary small wounds can stop bleeding as long as they are oppressed. It doesn't matter if you don't take the medicine, but a wound with a length of ten centimeters and a depth that can penetrate half a finger. If you can't stop bleeding and reduce inflammation in time, the injured person will either bleed to death or die in the later would have wound infection. This is still a warrior who has deliberately avoided the fatal part - they may not know the word arterial blood vessels, but they are very clear about where to cut and make a person die faster.

    Society is easy to change, and its nature is difficult to move. Even if he was forced to reform for such a long time, his sympathy was still pitiful.

    The priest has also started to work. Few of priests personally went to the slaves to apply the medicine. Basically, the medicine slaves are hands-on.

    The Jiu Yuan was responsible for the treatment of a young man of about 18 years old. The face of the young man was branded with a mark on his face. The naked body was covered with overlapping old and new whiplashes.

    Yuan Zhan followed his gaze and found that he was watching the Kongcheng-Air City.

    The young man bit his lip, and the hatred of the hatred changed to the Yan Mo in front of him.

    For a wound like this, if you follow Yan Mo's previous treatment experience, it is usually sutured and stop bleeding and then wound would clot and then break the wound needle. But now he can't move, Shou Zhong can't learn how to suture the wound on the spot, he can only press the hemostasis and then apply the medicine.

    Wrong! Shou Zhong has pressed to the point, even if there is no pressing, the method of restraint can stop the blood a little, but this young man's injury...

    "If you don't want to die, don't move! I ask you, do you usually feel joint pain? Is it easy to bleed on your hands, even a small wound bleeds for long time?"

    Yan Mo's eyes are cold. "I am the priest, of course I know."

    The young man refused to sit down. A rattan sticking out from Yuan Zhan's wrist, directly restrained his body and put him down. He was about to be angry that this person did not cooperate. Yuan Zhan did not let go of the rattan he still tied to the youth.

  Shou Zhong quickly pressed the young thigh.

    Yuan Zhan sneered, an impulsive idiot. "Mo? Is there something wrong?"

    This is the first case of hemophilia he has encountered in this world.

    If this young man has hemophilia, it is no doubt that he has opened such a large wound and pointed the murder on him.

    Hearing here, The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu didn't want to, and immediately asked aloud: "What the h.e.l.l is wrong with this slave?"

    All the judging priests looked at it, and the people around them stood up. Everyone wanted to see what happened to the Jiu Yuan.

   Shou Zhong took the big Cirsium ointment and gave it to Yan Mo to stimulate the drug and get it back.

    Because of the youth's disagreement, the Jiu Yuan is slower than others. The judges have already given the results to most of the witches, and now only a few have not completely stopped bleeding.

    Luo Jue came over and asked: "Is there any problem?"

    Yu-Jia called: "This is filthy! How can you have a problem with the test slaves provided by Wucheng- City of Witches? Even if there is, who can know in advance about this disease, you are also the one who meets you... Your trial is a failure!"

    Luo Jue turned to Kongcheng- Air City's High Priest Chen Lao. “This slave is provided by your Kongcheng-Air City. He has such a disease. Did you know before hand?”

    Luo Jue frowned, this situation is very unsatisfactory, then the little priest said that the slave has a b.l.o.o.d.y bleeding problem, but this is what he is saying, he wants to verify, look at the slave's face, he is afraid with that wound that slave is about to die.

    Between the times of the speech, all other witch medicines have been judged, and only the Jiu Yuan is still busy here.

   Gui-Zheng saw the rare and little ointment, and immediately sneered out, "So, is it useful to smear it? Won't it be ruined by blood?"

    Yan Mo sat on Yuan Zhan's arm and looked at it. It didn't seem to be a focus for the current emergency. His lips were slightly smothered. "You can't understand witch medicine even when you look at it? High Priest Gui-Zheng. Who said that the amount of the drug must be large in order to show effect? Shou Zhong, don't be nervous, let High Priest Gui-Zheng see how the effect of the drug you prepared is."

    "Come on again, pour the medicine in the medicine spoon on the left side of the wound, and then gently apply the ointment to the right with the back of the medicine spoon. Do not apply it on the edge, put directly in the middle, don't be afraid of it being washed away by blood."

  Shou Zhong grasped the small wooden spoon with full strength and acted meticulously in accordance with Yan Mo's instructions.

   Gui-Zheng wants to attack, Luo Jue said in a timely manner: "You are the judging priest, please don't just start a fight here, don't disturb the people in the test, otherwise you and your forces will lose the qualification of the latter."

   Gui-Zheng tried hard to resist his mouth flying off, and he couldn't help but look at the Jiu Yuan.

    The horrified of High Priest Zhao-Ge attracted the attention of other judging priests.

    The wound immediately stops bleeding!

    The young man saw that the blood was stopped, and he quietly exhaled with relief.

    Yes, this young man was specially arranged by them to The Jiu Yuan.

    However, the Jiu Yuan's little priest's medicinal refining ability is even better than they thought, and the youth was saved under such a deep and bleeding wound!

    The more Yan Mo is winning, the more people don't want him to win. They want to block all other people's eyes and prevent them from seeing the Jiu Yuan's witchcraft effect!

    If he still felt uncomfortable before, now that he saw Yan Mo's witchcraft, he couldn't help but give birth to a little bit of luck.

 Quipa and others have a heart stopping moment, the black powder? What is that?

    The drug refining witch did not ask, the black powder is obviously the secret only known to the little priest, how could he tell him the details.

    The drug refining witch did not care about this moron and continued to smile and ask Yan Mo: "I think you have refined a witch medicine. It seems to be much more complicated. I don't know if it will be better. Do you want to try it?"

    Yan Mo, "Yes."

    "What!"

    "Priest Yu-Jia, what are you doing?" Luo Jue snarled.

    It turned out that this man suddenly pulled out a bone from his waist and tried to stab on the young slave. Unfortunately, Yuan Zhan was always guarding them, how could he let him.

    "That doesn't need your say so!" Luo Jue is really the fairest person, and he has no sympathy for priest in his temple.

                                 PREVIOUS   -      -   NEXT