The elder's name is Mu Changsheng.
He is the first doctor of the Mu Jia and one of the three alchemists of the Mu Jia.
His medical skills and alchemy are better than Mu Xingyun, the Great Elder of the Western District.
In his words, there is no one he can't cure. As long as he wants to cure them, no one will die. He also has a nickname in the Mu Jia.
The Judge of Hell!
For him, even if it's someone the King of Hell wants, he can save them.
This time, he followed Mu Yueting here because of the seven heroes of the North District, otherwise, he would never come out.
Mu Yueting said. "Elder, thank you for bringing you here this time, otherwise, I really don't know what to do."
Mu Changsheng smiled confidently and said. "Brother Yueting, you don't have to be polite. You and I know the identity of the seven heroes of the North District. If something happens to them, the old patriarch will not let us go easily."
The seven heroes of the North District are Mu Tianhe's pro-disciples.
It can be said that they are more important than his own grandchildren.
Mu Rong Xiong flirts with women outside and planted seeds everywhere. Mu Tianhe's grandchildren can be said to be dozens, but none of them he likes.
Because of talent.
None of them are high-level talents, they are all mediocre.
This also makes Mu Tianhe extremely annoyed.
Mu Rong Xiong wants to leave a few more descendants for the Mu Jia. His younger brother Mu Rong Qi is missing, and his sister has disappeared for many years. He is the only one left in the direct line of the Mu Jia. If he doesn't leave a few more descendants for the Mu Jia, his bloodline will really die out.
It's just …
The reason why he wants quantity instead of quality has led to mediocre talents, none of them can be put on the stage.
This is also why Mu Rong Xiong's son is not welcomed in the Mu Jia. Long Fei entered the Mu Jia with the identity of Mu Rong Xiong's illegitimate son, but he can only be a handyman disciple.
But the seven heroes of the North District are different.
These seven people were personally selected by Mu Tianhe. It can be said that he trained them as his own successors. The talents of these seven people also live up to expectations.
They have entered the Limitless Realm at a young age.
They are the best among the younger generation of disciples.
No one among the century-old people can compare to them. As long as they are given more time, they can step into the Haoran Realm. Even the Ancient Almighty Realm is not a problem.
How high is their talent?
Their status in the Mu Jia is naturally very high.
Even the current acting Patriarch, Mu Hetai, did not dare to let his guard down. He personally found Mu Changsheng and asked him to follow them into the interior of Mount Returning God.
"The aura is very weak."
"He's already at the end of his rope."
"Let's not waste any more time. Let's head there quickly." Mu Changsheng said faintly, but he was also puzzled. "How could the cultivation of the Seven Heroes of the Northern Region be so heavily injured?"
"Are there any demonic beasts on Mount Return that can hurt them?"
"Even if there is, the seven of them can use the formation together. It's impossible to hurt them, unless …"
Mu Changsheng's eyebrows tightened. Two words popped up in his head: "Immortal Beast!"
Only immortal beasts could hurt them, and not ordinary immortal beasts.
"If it's an immortal beast …"
A sharp light flashed in Mu Changsheng's eyes …
Mu Yueting said, "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, if something happens to them, the Ancestor will surely blame us."
"Hurry up!"
…
"I failed!"
"There's too little time. It's too difficult to make the elixir."
Long Fei looked at the spiritual liquid released from the spiritual grass, but … before he could condense the elixir, the spiritual liquid had already collapsed because the time was too short.
Although it was a spiritual grass, it could only last for a short ten seconds.
Making elixir in ten seconds?
That was simply impossible!
Long Fei's eyebrows darkened. "Is it really impossible to use the ancient alchemy without the power of a dragon?"
"Is there really no other way?"
Long Fei gritted his teeth and glanced at the top of Mu Changfeng's head. There were only a few dozen HP left in the blood groove.
His signs of life were already weakening.
If he couldn't make elixir, then he really couldn't be saved.
"No!"
"The word 'give up' doesn't exist in my dictionary. I have to succeed no matter what, even if …" Long Fei looked at Mu Changfeng.
His injury was the most serious, but the injuries of the others could still hold on for a little longer.
One was dead, but there were still six people.
If he gave up now, then the six people would probably die.
"Again!"
Once again, Long Fei entered the alchemy process.
He was now completely behind closed doors. It was really too difficult.
The only thing he had now was his previous alchemy experience, but he had relied on the alchemy of the system and the power of a dragon.
Now that these two things were gone, wanting to make elixir could be said to be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Right now, Long Fei had a body full of strength, but there was no way to use it.
After swallowing five peerless spiritual source elixirs in a row, his spiritual source value rose to 100,000 points.
Long Fei gently exhaled, and his mind sensed the spiritual grass. At the same time, his mind recalled every step of the alchemy process.
"Heaven and earth as the furnace, nature as the fire …"
"That feeling!"
"Yes, what I need is that feeling … the feeling when I was alchemy, I need to get back that feeling."
Long Fei slowly recalled.
He carefully slowed down the process of alchemy, twice … four times … eight times … constantly paying attention to every detail.
During this process, he kept repeating this detail in his mind.
In the past, with the power of a dragon and the system, alchemy could be said to be a piece of cake for him. Not to mention ten seconds, if he wanted to be fast, he could instantly form a pill.
"Slower …"
"A little slower!"
"Feeling!"
"I feel …"
Suddenly!
Long Fei's eyes suddenly opened, and a trace of excitement flashed across his eyes, "Found it."
Then.
With a move of his right hand, he grabbed a stalk of spiritual grass from afar and floated it in front of him. With a thought, the spirit source surged out and burned.
Following that.
Long Fei's left hand continued to imitate the other spiritual grass.
The spirit liquid was released, and the Spiritual Fire stabilized.
Long Fei entered a state of forgetfulness.
At this moment.
"Elder, it's right in front."
Mu Yueting looked into the distance and saw seven people lying on a large rock. His face tensed up and he said: "It's them!"
Mu Changsheng's face was also startled.
"Quick!"
Everyone quickly flew up.
However …
At this moment. Mu Yun suddenly appeared and stopped them, saying: "Elder, Senior Brother, you can't get close."
Mu Yueting looked at Mu Yun and said: "Are you a disciple of the Mu Clan? Why can't you get close? "
Mu Yun looked at the jade plates on their waists and his heart shook. He knew that their identities were not simple. The elders and disciples of the North District.
None of them were people he could afford to offend.
However …
Long Fei had said that no one could disturb him.
Mu Yun clenched his fists and said: "Elder, my boss is truly alchemy to save them."
Mu Yueting did not speak. A disciple beside Mu Changsheng glanced at Mu Yun and sneered: "You, a handyman disciple, dare to stop this old man?"
"Alchemy to save people?"
"Do you know who we are? Get out of my way. "
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