Naimi, who was closest to Zhaolong, hurriedly squatted down to help him.

"Master Zhaolong!"

Naimi slowly helped Zhaolong up.

While Zhaolong was in pain, he was still looking at Na Qiu on the hospital bed worriedly.

At this time, Naqiu did not seem to have improved significantly.

Zhaolong frowned and wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Release the blood from Naqiu's wrist."

Zhao Long stood up swayingly and said to Tang Luo.

Tang Luo didn't have time to ask more questions, and like Zhaolong did at the beginning, he pulled off Naqiu's wrist bandage and pressed him hard.

The next second, the blood from the wound flowed out again.

Zhaolong picked up the knife that Na Qiu had just now and scratched it on his left and right hands.

Suddenly, blood flowed out.

He stepped forward and held Naqiu's wrist with both hands.

At this moment, blood merged together.

Na Qiu's body suddenly began to tremble, and the expression on his face was extremely painful.

Zhaolong closed his eyes tightly, his expression was solemn, and his body was trembling slightly.

Half a minute later, Zhaolong sat cross-legged again, folded his hands together, and closed his eyes.

He let out a long sigh, calmed down, and began to recite the mantra again.

Zhaolong's voice echoed throughout the ward.

The sound was like a feeling echoing in the valley, deafening.

The golden light on Zhaolong's body was like the sunlight that shone directly down, which was particularly dazzling.

A few minutes later, Na Qiu's movements finally became much smaller and his roaring sound became weaker.

Basong looked at Naqiu, who was suffering from great pain, and felt heartbroken as if he was burning inside.

"Naqiu, hold on."

Basong gritted his teeth and whispered.

At this time, Zhaolong vomited another mouthful of blood.

His face was covered in sweat, and he was almost exhausted.

Next, the sound of Zhaolong chanting the mantra and the golden light behind him became weaker.

"Iron Column."

Tang Luo shouted at Xuanyuan Tiezhu.

Xuanyuan Tiezhu understood, took a step forward, and grabbed Naqiu's hand.

Tang Luo quickly came behind Zhaolong, and he also sat down cross-legged, and more than a dozen silver needles flashed out of his hands.

Swish swish swish swish!

The silver needle quickly and accurately penetrated the big acupoint behind Zhaolong.

Zhaolong's body trembled suddenly, and his eyes did not open, and his expression became even more painful.

Tang Luo frantically ran the "No Name Jue" and forced his internal energy through the silver needle to penetrate Zhaolong's body.

At the same time, Tang Luo also felt like he was suddenly electrocuted, and pain swept across his body.

Before he could have time to get unexpected, he gritted his teeth and did not stop at all.

Zhaolong's voice became louder again, and the faint golden light became even more dazzling.

Tank and the others were shocked when they looked at Tang Luo and the others' condition. The other savior was too powerful.

A few minutes later, Na Qiu, who was on the hospital bed, finally stopped roaring and no longer struggled.

But she still had no consciousness, her eyes widened and stared at the ceiling.

Zhaolong slowly opened his tired eyes and looked at Na Qiu.

He nodded slightly and continued to chant the mantra.

Basong and the others were a little relieved when they looked at Na Qiu who had calmed down.

Three or four minutes later, Naqiu slowly closed his eyes.

"Na Qiu, Na Qiu..."

Basong shouted hurriedly.

Kathar also stepped forward nervously, but after watching for a while, Na Qiu just fainted.

Blood was spilled out of the corners of Zhaolong's mouth again, and his eyes could no longer be opened and he fell to the ground.

Tang Luo, who had been enduring the pain, finally stopped the movements in his hand.

In the past ten minutes, I almost took time out of his body.

Fortunately, Tang Luo was still conscious and hurried to help Zhaolong.

Zhaolong's face was very pale and his breathing became very weak.

"Let Zhaolong go to the hospital bed first."

Tang Luo said to the tank beside him.

"good."

Tank nodded, and Kazunomi helped Zhaolong to the next ward.

Tang Luo stood up and went to see Na Qiu. He felt that Zhaolong and him should have defeated the other side's surrender.

But he was not sure if Jiwa was seriously injured or would he die directly?

Just when Tang Luo was guessing whether Jiwa was dead or alive, in the palace, an unknown room was in a mess.

The eighth-grade Jiangtou Master Jiwa who fell to the ground, his pale face was not only weak, but more shocked.

Jiwa wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and he was a little unacceptable that he would lose.

Weichai and Jiwa had already found Zhaolong's identity and knew that he was a disciple of Master Kang Cong.

Although Jiwa did not dare to take it lightly, he was still confident that he could defeat Zhaolong.

He could feel that there was a strong resistance in the process.

Who is it?

Tang Luo?

Jiwa thought of Tang Luo and his eyes flashed.

"Who is this Chinese person from?"

Jiwa frowned, but fortunately he didn't fight Zhaolong and Tang Luo in person today.

Otherwise, his fate is likely to be the same as Nuka. Even if he can kill Zhaolong, he may lose to Tang Luo...

Wei Chai, not far away, was also surprised to see Jiwa in such a mess.

"How is it? Gathering tiles?"

Wei Cai asked, slowly walking towards Jiwa.

His injury has not healed completely, so his movements are a little slow.

"They are too strong!"

The weak tiles have a cold voice.

"What? You...you lost?"

Wei Cai's eyes widened, a little unbelievable.

You should know that there are very few eighth-grade slashers in Siam, and Jiwa is almost the strongest one among them.

Weichai felt that even if Zhao Long was there, he could not control Na Qiu to kill Ba Song.

That should also make Naqiu die of self-harm. In that case, it will make Basong painful and Katha afraid of him.

At this time, Wei Chai had obviously lost his mind. All he wanted was that these people would die.

"If there was no Chinese, Zhaolong would not be my opponent."

Jiwa closed his eyes slightly and said.

"Tang Luo..."

Wei Cai gritted his teeth and almost died at Tang Luo that night.
To be continued...