Liu Zonghe Naimi, who was relatively mildly injured, helped everyone back to the room and was also alert to the surroundings.

Tang Luo returned to the room, stabbed the silver needle at the acupoints on his body, and then slowly closed his eyes.

A few hours later, he exhaled a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes.

Tang Luo felt it for a moment, and the five internal organs were barely restored, but he still needed more stable cultivation.

What he thought of, and took out his cell phone, and there were several messages sent by Han Ruobing and Jing'an lay Buddhist.

Tang Luo gently moved his injured arm, showed a smile, and replied to the message.

Han Ruobing replied to the news almost instantly, which made Tang Luo feel very warm, and his mother was also asking him if something had happened.

Tang Luo replied one by one, comforted him for a while, and persuaded them to go to bed.

He then put away his cell phone and practiced for a while.

Two more hours passed, and Tang Luo finally fell down and fell asleep. He was too tired.

The next day.

Tang Luo opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

He moved for a while and felt that his physical condition had improved a lot, but in a short period of time, he could no longer experience the fierce battle as fierce as last night.

Tang Luo washed up and came out of the room.

"Logo."

Tank and the others saw Tang Luo and greeted each other.

"How do you feel, Luo Ge?"

Basong cared for the Tao.

"It's nothing, what about you, are you all better?"

Tang Luo glanced around and asked.

"Yeah, it's all right, Luo Ge."

"Lorgo, thanks to you."

Tank and others replied.

"Okay, they're pretty tough guys, haha."

Tang Luo smiled.

"Brother Luo, isn't there a saying that the scars on a man's body are military merits, haha."

The tank smiled.

"hehe."

When everyone heard the tank's words, they all smiled in agreement.

Everyone sat down and had breakfast while talking.

At this time, Basong's cell phone rang, and he glanced at it. It was Katha's call.

"Basong, how are you?"

The phone was answered and Kathar's anxious voice came from the receiver.

"Uncle Katha, I'm fine, I'm just a little injured."

Basong replied.

"That's good... the scene last night was a bit big."

Kathar felt relieved, and he still felt scared when he thought of the tragic situation last night.

"It's a pity that Wei Cai ran away. Uncle, do you know how he is now?"

Basong asked.

"I don't know. I heard that I went back to the palace for surgery last night. What was the result? The news has not been sent yet. It seems that I am seriously injured."

Katha said what he knew.

"Um……"

Basong nodded.

"BaSong, do you need medication or a doctor? I'll find a way."

Katha cared.

"Thank you, Luo Ge, he knows medical skills, we have nothing to do."

Basong glanced at Tang Luo and said.

"Oh? Mr. Tang still understands medical skills?"

Kathar was surprised.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with you?"

Basong asked what he thought of.

"I'm fine, I'll tell you when I have news."

"OK."

The two of them didn't talk much and hung up the phone.

"Kasser said that Weichai was seriously injured and had surgery, and there was no news yet."

Basong put away his cell phone and said.

"Well, I hit him next to the last shot, and the injury was definitely not bad."

Tang Luo nodded.

"Logo, what happened last night?"

Basong asked.

"When I entered Weichai's office last night, he was the only one inside. I had the chance to kill him, but it was the amulet on his chest that blocked the bullet..."

Tang Luo talked about what happened last night.

As for the fact that the amulet can protect people, he has also heard of it before.

He would not have surprised that this kind of "magic weapon" can save people. After all, he had long seen the power of the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead.

However, this is the first time he has seen the power of the amulet with his own eyes.

"Amulet?"

Basong frowned.

"Basong, where did Weichai get it?"

Tang Luo asked.

"This should be a ninth-grade slasher..."

Basong also said with some uncertainty.

"Only the ninth-grade master and the real master can do it."

Zhaolong spoke.

"Of course, the amulets made by different masters or sacrificial masters play different roles..."

"Is this related to their magical realm?"

Tang Luo looked at Zhaolong and asked.

"Yes, in fact, even the seventh-grade and eighth-grade master can make amulets, but the effect will be relatively poor, that is, the number of times you save your master will be less, and like the master, it will be stronger..."

Zhaolong continued.

"It is not easy for a master or a master to make such amulet. You need to concentrate on casting spells for several days and nights..."

"If that's the case, Weichai's amulet must have been asked from the ninth-grade master or master, right?"

Tang Luo asked again.

"The possibility is very high, but the master's words are only a handful of Siam..."

Zhaolong replied.

Tang Luo nodded and thought of Master Kang Cong.

If you can ask him for a plaque to bring it back to China, that would be great.

"Damn, such a damn person will not die for a while."

Tank said fiercely.

"I did miss an opportunity last night, but it doesn't mean he really can't die."
To be continued...