Inside god's design attic.
"Quick, quick, elixir!"
"cure pill medicine."
Bai Mei was carried into the god's design attic by someone else, but when she entered the god's design attic, her hands and feet became flustered, several disciples hurried over, some of them took the pills, and some of them took the gauze.
However, White-brow didn't care about that much.
"Carry me to the top floor first!"
He wanted to keep an eye on the progress of the artifact forging ceremony.
Long Fei leaned on the window and watched everything that happened in the plaza. He saw the white-browed blanket over the stage.
Bai Mei also looked at Long Fei.
However …
With just that one glance, his eyes filled with rage, as if it was Long Fei who had harmed him. It was because Long Fei, his master did not come.
She had a bit of resentment towards Long Fei between her eyebrows.
However …
He didn't reveal much. He knew that this world blamed others, so he might as well ask himself why he wasn't strong enough. Only the weak would find a reason to blame others.
Long Fei looked at his furious eyes.
He had witnessed everything that had happened downstairs. There was no admiration in his eyes, but his heart was moved.
"Has it begun?"
"Has it begun?"
Abbot Whitebrow did not care about the wounds on his face. Looking out the window at the plaza, at the Grand Court facing the tens of thousands of people, he clenched his fists tightly. "It's all my fault!"
"If I could suppress my temper a little, Senior Brother wouldn't be under so much pressure."
A disciple walked up and said: "Second Pavillion Master, Heal Pill."
Abbot Whitebrow took it and swallowed it.
A few disciples beside him also quickly bandaged him up, just that... White Brows frowned but didn't let out any sound of pain as blood gushed out from the wound while he bandaged the wound.
He stared at the gushing blood.
The few disciples panicked more and more, and their tears almost came out, "The level of the cure pill medicine is too low."
"No good pills?"
"How could this be?"
"Do you have any better pills?"
"Hurry up and bring it over."
A few of Second Pavillion Master's disciples cried.
But!
The god's design attic was only refining and no one understood Alchemy. There were basically no good cure pill medicine here, and the pills they gave to White-brow were all low-grade pills. His injuries were extremely severe, and this kind of pill was completely useless.
Abbot Whitebrow said with a deep voice, "Why are you panicking?"
"Bring me more pills."
A disciple frantically poured out a bunch of pills from the bottle, and when Abbot Whitebrow took it, he gulped it down like he was eating sugar beans. He bit it until it made a cracking sound, chewed it, and then swallowed it in one gulp.
couldn't help but be at a loss for words when he saw this.
"Huff …"
Long Fei said lightly: "This kind of pellet's grade is too low, it doesn't matter how much you eat."
Her white brows glanced at Long Fei, and ignored him.
One of the disciples by the side did not know of Long Fei's identity and said: "Do you have to say these words? Who doesn't know? However... What can you do without high level pills? "
"Exactly!"
"Everyone knows this, yet you are the one to say it?"
Originally, they were already angry and had nowhere to vent their anger on. Now that Long Fei had said this, they all started to vent.
Abbot Whitebrow glared at them and shouted, "All of you, shut up!"
"Cough, cough, cough..."
If he spoke too much, the wound would split open again and blood would immediately dye the gauze red. Black blood also leaked out of his mouth.
Abbot Whitebrow's face paled.
"Master!"
"Martial Uncle!"
"Master..."
A few disciples began to worry.
Long Fei really could not watch any longer. He took out a pellet from his Space Ring and said, "Eat it."
Her white brows raised as she looked at Long Fei, then looked at the pill in his hand.
A disciple said with caution, "What pill?"
Long Fei was too lazy to explain, and said: "You'll know once you eat it."
The disciple continued: "What pill is this? Who the hell are you? Could you also be god's tribe's dog? "
"Master, who is this kid?"
"Exactly, what is a cultivation of Warrior Realm doing here?"
"This is the Artifact Forging Ceremony. Is he an artificer?"
"Brat, what are you doing here?"
… ….
Many disciples questioned.
Long Fei turned a deaf ear to them and ignored them. He said lightly: "If you want to get well immediately, then eat it. If you don't, then pretend that I never said anything."
White-brow looked at Long Fei seriously, and received the pill.
"Master, we don't know his origins, so we can't eat randomly."
"You're right, we didn't even find out this kid's identity."
While they were talking.
Abbot Whitebrow swallowed it.
As the pill melted in his mouth, Abbot Whitebrow's pupils suddenly trembled. He abruptly shrunk his pupils. "Ah …"
It let out a painful cry.
The disciples around Long Fei immediately surrounded him, "What did you feed Master?"
Long Fei still did not explain.
Abbot Whitebrow covered his face with one hand. His entire body was shaking. Even when his face was cracked, he didn't feel such pain. But now, he cried out involuntarily from the pain.
His temper was so fierce that he wouldn't scream no matter how painful he was.
But right now, he couldn't control it at all.
"Ahh …"
"Ahh …"
"What is it?"
"This pill …."
Seeing how much pain his master was in, one of the disciples could no longer hold back and punched Long Fei.
And at this moment.
Abbot Whitebrow said with a heavy voice, "Stop!"
That person stopped and turned around to look at Abbot Whitebrow. "Teacher, he …"
Abbot Whitebrow stood up on his own. The bandages on his face fell off, and the torn flesh on his face completely recovered. There was even new flesh and blood, and even his bones had been repaired.
In just a few seconds, all the injuries had healed.
Abbot Whitebrow stroked his own face. The severe pain just now was due to the growth of his flesh and blood, which resulted in the sharp pain that came from the growth of his bones.
It's all right now, it doesn't hurt at all.
Seeing that Abbot Whitebrow's injuries had recovered, the disciples were stunned.
"This …"
"Master, your injuries!"
"What, what, why is everything alright now?"
"This …"
He was stupefied, but his face remained as blank as ever.
Abbot Whitebrow walked in front of Long Fei and asked: "Who are you?"
He could be considered as someone who had seen much of the world. Even though he didn't know much about pills, he had never seen such a miraculous pill.
Long Fei smiled faintly, and said. "You should know very well who I am, god's design craftsman told you before."
"Shi..." Abbot Whitebrow didn't continue speaking. He still couldn't say the words ancestor master. He only bowed and said, "Thank you!"
Thank you for your emphasis.
However …
Abbot Whitebrow spoke sincerely.
Seeing Abbot Whitebrow bow in gratitude, the disciples beside him immediately let go of their concern and bowed as well. "Thank you!"
Long Fei laughed.
It was not intentional.
Baimei glanced out of the window and turned to leave.
He wanted to help the Senior Brother.
Long Fei said faintly: "I think it's best if you don't go down there. Take a look first, I'll deal with it later."
Abbot Whitebrow thought of his own violent temper. Worried that he would cause trouble again, he said, "If I don't go down to help, Senior Brother alone will not be able to handle so many artificers."
Long Fei said, "You won't be able to handle it even if you go down there." As your ancestor, how about I teach you a few moves! "