Chapter 337 Worship

When the old man with white beard heard this, he was flustered. When he went outside the tent, more than 300 people had gathered here. More than 200 of the more than 300 people are watching the bustle, and less than 100 people are injured. From time to time, powerful monsters come to invade. It is common to be injured. Sixty-seven of the most injured are lying on the skin of the Warcraft, with less breath and more breath. There are also some that lack arms and legs, and their foreheads are carried over.

When everyone saw the patriarch come out, they all prayed to forget to come over.

Shi Mengku shouted, "Psong Chief, is the adult in there? Why don't you come out to treat our people?

White Beard shook his head gently and said, "Quiet, everyone, please be quiet for a while. Injured people, for your health, you have to hold on, hold back and don't make a sound.

"The clan...p patriarch, I... I'm in pain!" An injured man pointed to his leg and shouted. There is only the upper half of the leg, and the bottom is a piece of flesh and blood.

White Beard shook his head and frowned, gritted his teeth and said, "It hurts, please bear it!"

The injured man lowered his head and clenched his teeth.

The people looked at the old man with a white bearded face in astonishment. How could he be hurt? They didn't know what happened to the patriarch today.

The old man with a white beard wiped the sweat on his forehead. Fortunately, he had this prestige in the clan. All the people resisted not making any sound, but there was still a tremor from the pain. This is completely uncontrollable.

At this time, the door of the tent opened. Zhao Qianyang came out from inside, and Rong Duhao followed him.

The old man with white beard was puzzled. After just about a minute, why did he come out? He hurried over and said, "Your Excellency...you..."

Zhao Qianyang waved his hand and said, "Captain, there are so many injured people. How dare you let them stay outside the tent? Hurry up and carry them inside."

The white-bearded old man's heart trembled and quickly shook his head. The outside environment is not as good as that in the tent, but there are many injured people, and every time they move, it may be given them a second injury. He said, "Your excellency... you can feel sorry for the old man!" When he spoke, he burst into tears and was extremely miserable.

"All right, all right." Zhao Qianyang quickly waved his hand and shouted, "Don't cry!" He didn't expect that such a big patriarch would cry like rain.

The white-bearded old man stopped crying and looked at Zhao Qianyang pitifully.

At this time, Zhao Qianyang thought that it was not a good thing to have such a patriarch. He smiled and said, "I have healed your wounds. Those who have nothing to do can get out of the way first."

The white-bearded old man's face immediately changed into a naive smile, and the speed of turning his face really made Zhao Qianyang a little speechless.

Zhao Qianyang released his divine consciousness, and Ma* made all the injuries of nearly 100 people clear.

The old man with white beard was a little worried. He saw Zhao Qianyang treating Shi Mengku, showing his superb medical skills, but he didn't know whether Zhao Qianyang had the same medical treatment for these people.

A mass of white energy was formed in Zhao Qianyang's hand, and then this mass of energy was ever-changing, and countless white runes were formed in an instant.

Everyone only felt that the sky was clear, as if the rolling dark clouds had faded. The soft light generated by this white energy made everyone feel a sense of comfort.

Rong Duhao carefully observed Zhao Qianyang's white energy. When he was in the tent, he did not see what this white energy was. When he arrived here, he still didn't understand it. He only felt that the white energy was too profound. It's like endless, ever-changing, and I don't know where to start or how to end it.

Countless runes are like dust all over the sky, which automatically adheres to the wounds of the injured.

The old man with white beard thought to himself, "The way for adults to treat the injured is really strange. Unexpectedly, he can't use any herbs and other things, relying on the energy in his body." His eyes stared at the white runes sprinkled all over the sky, and it was difficult to suppress the excitement in his heart. At this time, he felt that his energy control level was far from Zhao Qianyang's.

The injured clan saw hope again. They trembled their hands, and the excitement in their hearts was speechless. Their eyes flashed with a hot light. They felt that the wounds were itchy. Strangely, they did not feel pain. Then, those white rune cultures made bones and blood, and tendons. Meat is closely connected to themselves, and they have been able to gradually feel that the existence of these muscles and blood vessels is closely linked to themselves. It is inseparable.

In a short time, their injuries have completely recovered. Except for Zhao Qianyang, everyone was shocked. Such ability and speed were simply appalling.

The old man with white beard was immersed in shock and surprise. He clenched his fist tightly. Because of excitement, his body trembled slightly. For a long time, he shouted, "Wow... That's great!" He flew up happily and rushed directly to the bottom of the clouds.

"Boom!" A flash of lightning cut off and hit the old man with white beard, and everyone heard another sad and strange cry.

When the old man with a white beard came down, he had become an old man with a black beard. Everyone laughed happily and thanked Zhao Qianyang one after another. The old man with white beard walked to Zhao Qianyang and said respectfully, "Thank you, my lord. How can I repay your great kindness on behalf of everyone?

Zhao Qianyang said, "If you want to repay, don't do it. If there are any delicious fruits, please give me more."

"That's good, that's good!" The old man with white beard said and asked his servants to bring something. Zhao Qianyang wanted to eat something quietly, but at this time, a lot of people came. They were tall and had many people. When they walked together, it was like thousands of troops and horses galloping, and the whole ground couldn't help trembling.

Zhao Qianyang waved his hand and put away all the fruits. His consciousness could observe that countless pairs of eyes were curiously exploring the tent. Zhao Qianyang's name has spread to every corner of the whole Stan people in the past half day, and their hearts will admire Zhao Qianyang.

The old man with white beard seemed to see Zhao Qianyang's doubts, but he had always been kind to the people. At this time, he really didn't want to drive these people away. What's more, more and more people came. He was likely to be angry.

Rong Duhao said, "Senior, you are famous."

Zhao Qianyang shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I don't like to be famous."

Rong Duhao continued to whisper, "Seniors, they all seem to admire you."

Zhao Qianyang shook his head and smiled. He didn't like others to worship him and said, "It's time for us to leave." As he spoke, he turned his head to the old man with a white beard and said, "P patriarch, let's go!"

"Your Excellency...me." The rest of the old man with a white beard swallowed his stomach. He saw that Zhao Qianyang and Rong Duhao disappeared in the tent in the blink of an eye. He quickly stood up and inquired around, but found no one.

At this time, a sound came from the door of the tent, and the old man with white beard quickly turned his head and saw Shi Mengku coming in from the outside.

Shi Mengku is really busy. More than a thousand townspeople have gathered outside. They all want to see Zhao Qianyang. They have never heard of such a powerful person. His strength is admired by everyone. He said respectfully, "Py patriarch, they all have to quarrel to worship the adults... What about the adults?" He rubbed his eyes and clearly remembered that Zhao Qianyang was still in this place. He stood up and looked around, but did not find any figure. Such a vacant tent could not hide anyone. Zhao Qianyang was not found, and his eyebrows were tightly tied together.

The old man with the white beard sighed and thought to his heart that he might disappoint the people outside. For a long time, the Stan people have not been so lively.

The noise outside has become more and more violent. The old man with the white beard felt that his head was getting bigger. He held his sharp corners hard, and the thunder and lightning kept flashing on it. He calmed down and said, "Tell them that the foreign adults have left. If you want to worship, send someone to carve a stone statue. !"