C243 To seek justice!
C243 To seek justice!
"Speak!" A cold light flashed across Mo Feng's eyes, scaring the Pill Pavilion disciple, causing him to tremble as he quickly replied:
"Yi Jinglin's spine is already broken. He can't be treated, so he was sent back."
"Can't be cured?" Mo Feng's face revealed a sinister look.
"Can't or won't!"
"Speak!"
Mo Feng already did not have time to waste with the Pill Pavilion disciples, killing intent exploded in his eyes. This Pill Pavilion disciple's Adam's apple rolled as he fearfully looked at Mo Feng, and could only tell the truth.
"Huang Deacon flipped through Yi Jinglin's storage bag, and seeing that there aren't many of them, he only gave him a recovery pill and sent him back!"
"Huang Deacon!"
Mo Feng's eyes spouted fire as he turned to leave. Now was not the time to cause trouble for the Huang Deacon, Yi Jinglin's injuries could not be delayed.
"Shua!"
"Gulp."
Looking at Mo Feng's back figure, this Pill Pavilion disciple swallowed his saliva with lingering fear in his heart.
"Why is he still alive?"
The people in the Pill Pavilion were all dumbstruck. They still had not recovered from the matter of Mo Feng being alive. They still did not fully understand what had just happened.
Mo Feng quickly rushed back to the inner sect disciple's mountain peak, asked about the location of Yi Jinglin's cave, and continued to rush forward.
"Mo Feng!"
At the entrance of Yi Jinglin's cave, the fatty who sent Yi Jinglin to the Pill Pavilion just walked out. He was initially shaking his head and sighing with emotion, but upon seeing Mo Feng, he was immediately stunned.
"How is Yi Jinglin?" Mo Feng rushed forward and asked.
"You, actually didn't die!" The fat man looked at Mo Feng dumbstruck, sizing him up from head to toe, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Do you really want me to die?" Mo Feng said coldly. The fatty quivered and immediately shook his head. His face was still filled with shock.
"How is Yi Jinglin?" Mo Feng asked again, the fatty eased the shock in his heart, swallowed his saliva and said:
"Yi Jinglin is almost unable to hold on."
"What?"
Mo Feng's eyes anxiously stared at the identity badge in the fatty's hand. He immediately grabbed it and opened the stone door.
"Shua!"
After rushing into the cave, the fatty looked at Mo Feng's back blankly for a while, then suddenly rushed into the cave.
"Jing Lin!"
Inside the cave, Mo Feng looked at Yi Jinglin who was lying on the stone bed, his face turning golden, on the verge of death.
"Jing Lin, Jing Lin!"
Yi Jinglin did not have any reaction after rushing over and shouting twice.
"Mo Feng, Yi Jinglin can't be saved anymore." Fatty advised with a sorrowful expression as he walked over to take a look.
"Who said we can't save him?!" Mo Feng turned his head around and shouted with a sinister look. Fatty was scared and took a step back.
"Jing Lin, I will definitely not let you die." Mo Feng turned to look at Yi Jinglin, his eyes completely red, Yi Jinglin had dug out his heart and lungs to interact with him, and it was also because he was heavily injured, he would definitely not let Yi Jinglin die in front of him!
"Get the water!" Mo Feng took out a healing pill and shouted, while the fatty quickly took out a water bag and gave it to Mo Feng. Mo Feng placed the Healing Pill into Yi Jinglin's mouth, and poured some water for him to swallow.
Immediately after, Mo Feng took out a bunch of medicinal herbs, and mixed them all together. Fatty watched on from the side with a stupefied expression on his face. Mash medicinal herbs? This was the most primitive method that only ordinary people would use. Furthermore, it would also destroy the ingredients of the medicinal herbs.
Now that Yi Jinglin was only hanging on to his breath, his spine was broken and he could only use the Healing Pill. It was already too late for him to refine pills, so he could only use this kind of primitive method.
After a while, he flipped over Yi Jinglin's body, tore off his clothes, and placed the medicinal ingredients on his back. After doing all this, Mo Feng straightened his back and heaved a sigh of relief.
"That's it?" The fatty glanced at Yi Jinglin, then turned and looked at Mo Feng.
Mo Feng slightly shook his head, looked at the medicinal herbs that were still working, turned his head towards the fatty, and asked in a deep voice:
"What the hell is going on?" Although the disciples from the Pill Pavilion had asked about most of the things that had happened, the information that Fatty had given them must have been much more detailed.
Fatty's expression darkened. Recalling what had happened in the Warrior Pavilion, his eyes spewed out anger.
"Mo Feng, the Pill Pavilion has gone too far!" Mo Feng could not help but scold loudly. However, he frowned and did not say anything, waiting for Fatty to continue.
The fat guy let out a breath and continued with a dark face:
"I sent Yi Jinglin to the Pill Pavilion. Huang Deacon was here to receive treatment, and I was planning to leave at that time." Speaking to this point, the fatty suddenly paused, and carefully glanced at Mo Feng. At that time, he was just like the others and thought that Mo Feng was dead for sure, so he didn't care too much about it.
"Continue." Mo Feng's expression did not change as he raised his hand and said. He understood the fatty's actions, but he didn't blame him. No matter what, the fatty was able to follow his words and send Yi Jinglin back, while carrying Yi Jinglin on his back.
The fatty slightly nodded and continued:
"I was originally going to leave, but when the Huang Deacon opened Yi Jinglin's storage bag, he saw that there were only three hundred thousand star stones within it. He didn't have anything else precious and just took three hundred thousand star stones, but he only gave Yi Jinglin a single healing pill.
"At that time, I was a bit angry and wanted to argue with him, but I was immediately punched and kicked by the disciples of the Warrior Pavilion. Even now, there is still bruises on my back." As he spoke, the fatty's anger grew even more intense. He was even a little depressed as he turned around and pulled down his clothes, revealing a bruise on his back for Mo Feng to see, proving that what he said was true.
"The Pill Pavilion has gone too far!"
Mo Feng looked at the bruise on the fatty's back and anger soared to the sky. After taking three hundred thousand star stones, he gave the fatty a healing pellet.
"Let's go to the Pill Pavilion!" Mo Feng shouted with a gloomy face.
"What?" The fatty was startled, and looked at Mo Feng as if he was looking at a person who had a fever and was spouting nonsense.
"Those people from the Pill Pavilion are lunatics, you still want to go?"
"I'll help you find justice!" Mo Feng said in a deep voice as he walked out.
"Carry Yi Jinglin."
The fatty looked at Mo Feng's back figure in a daze. At this moment, he felt that Mo Feng was incomparably domineering, even more so than those elders. At this moment, he suddenly felt that watching Mo Feng's show while laughing and ridiculing him was such a foolish action.
"Fine." Fatty nodded his head, he carried Yi Jinglin on his back and followed Mo Feng.
Mo Feng walked quickly towards the Pill Pavilion with a stern face. He did not run, the fatty could not keep up, and Yi Jinglin could not stand the bumpiness. He wanted to go to the Warrior Pavilion to seek justice and to heal Yi Jinglin.