super dragon ball

Chapter 431 Statue of the Saint, Spirit Cultivation Rune Master

At this time, an old man in gray robes with a cane came up. He had a kind face and a long white beard. Seeing Zhenqiang staring at the statue, he said with a smile in his kind voice: "This statue is called the Saint Statue. Our village has already It has been guarded for 999 years. This year is the thousandth year. It can be said to be the treasure of our village. Why do you have to come to this small village?"

Zhenqiang retracted his hand when he heard the old man's voice and said, "Oh, old gentleman, we are all seriously injured. Is there a doctor in your village?"

The old man smiled and said: "If you ask anything else, my village may not be able to help you, but when it comes to healing injuries, there happens to be someone in my village who can heal you."

After that, he turned back to a child who was playing and said, "Go and call Fanlin Bovi."

The child responded and jumped up and ran away.

After a while, a young man wearing a gray-yellow robe came. He was about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old. His hair was gray, half-shoulder length, and he had a short beard on his upper lip. He had a calm face and bright eyes. He came to the old man and said : "Village chief, are you looking for me?"

The village chief said: "These two are injured, you take them for treatment."

"Yes, village chief." Fanlin Bowei said, nodding to Zhenqiang and Tagore and said: "You two, please follow me."

Then lead them into a house.

The house is simple, with only a table, bed and a few chairs, but the surrounding walls and roof are covered with strange symbols and patterns.

Fanlimbovi said to Tagore: "You are seriously injured and you are huge. There is no suitable place for you to sleep. Just sit on the ground. I will treat your injuries now."

Tagore sat down as he was told, and Fanlimbovi stretched out his five fingers and pressed them on his back. Five yellow lines suddenly stretched out from his five fingers, wandering around Tagore's body, stretching and bending like vines, drawing Various symbols and patterns appeared all over Tagore's body, and then, those yellow lines gradually emitted traces of white air, getting thicker and thicker, steaming and rising over Tagore's body.

No bandaging, no medicine, this unique treatment method was refreshing to Zhenqiang. Every time Kona treated her injuries, she would tie herself up tightly and wrap her whole body tightly.

After a while, the white thick air gradually subsided, and the yellow lines on Tagore's body also disappeared. However, the wounds on his body did not heal, but burst. Black and red blood rolled out from his wounds and flowed to the ground. But as soon as it touched the ground, Then it immersed into the ground and disappeared without a trace.

Zhenqiang was surprised and said: "Doctor, why is his blood bleeding more and more?"

Fanlin Bowie said: "His internal organs, muscles, veins and blood vessels have all been damaged. Without timely treatment, a large amount of congestion has accumulated. If it does not flow out, the blood vessels will accumulate over time, which will be life-threatening. An injury like his , most people would have died long ago, but he has a strong body, so he can still live until now."

Zhenqiang thought of the fierce battle between him and Aria, which was thrilling and tragic, and said, "Can it be cured?"

"Yes, but you need to take a good rest to recover your strength." Fanlin Bowie said.

After a while, the black blood flowing out of Tagore gradually turned into dark red, and then turned into bright red again.

Seeing that the blood stasis was gone, Fanlin Bowi stretched out his five fingers and pressed them on Tagore's back. Five yellow lines quickly stretched out, drawing various graphic symbols all over Tagore's body, and then white steam rose up. I saw that Tagore's wounds all over his body healed quickly. In a short time, even the scars disappeared. Even the injuries he suffered in the labyrinth for fifty years were all recovered, as if he had never been injured.

I'm really amazed. This kind of treatment is really miraculous, thousands of times better than bandaging with medicine.

Plato said: "Oh, Taurus, you can get beaten again."

Fanlin Bovi raised his hand, and the yellow graphic symbols on Tagore's body gradually disappeared, and said: "I can cure his injury, but I can't restore his strength. He needs a good rest."

After speaking, he pointed his finger on Tagore's forehead. A strange symbol appeared on Tagore's forehead. He immediately closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Fanlin Bowei turned back to Zhenqiang and said, "I will treat you now." Then he pointed at Zhenqiang's forehead.

A symbol immediately appeared on Zhenqiang's forehead, his mind became dizzy, and he fell asleep.

Fanlin Bovi helped him to the bed, stretched out his five fingers and pressed them on his chest. He stretched out five lines from his five fingers like he did for Tagore, and drew various graphic symbols all over his body, and then a trace of white gas came out. The injuries sustained in a few days healed quickly, and within a short time, they were all healed.

Plato said: "Oh, doctor, don't charge me for treatment. I don't have any money. If you really want money, I can give it to you, but I don't care whether you need it or not... Snort... .”

Before Plato finished speaking, Vanlin Bovi pointed, and a symbol appeared on his forehead. He fell asleep immediately, and his body floated in the room like a balloon.

Seeing the three of them sleeping, Fanlin Bowi walked out of the room and came to the village chief and said, "They are seriously injured and need food and new clothes."

The village chief said:

"All the cattle and sheep in the village have been eaten by the triangular-scaled python. Now there are only two pigs left. The tauren really need a lot of food. Let's kill the pigs for them and make some clothes for them."

"Okay." Fanlin Bowei said, and then brought a strong man with a green-edged thick knife into the room.

The strong man circled Tagore a few times, measured the size and said, "Don't worry, I guarantee it will fit and the skin will not be broken."

Three or four hours later, Tagore woke up from his deep sleep, feeling full of energy and strength. All the injuries he had suffered in the labyrinth over the past fifty years had recovered, and his whole body seemed to have been reborn.

At this time Fanlin Bovi pushed the door open and entered, bringing a basket of vegetables and wild fruits, a large piece of pork, and a huge leather armor. Seeing that Tagore woke up, he said: "Here is some food. After eating, put it in Change out of your ragged clothes."

After saying that, he put down the food and walked out.

Tagore had not seen delicious food for fifty years, but when he saw it today, his honest bull's eyes gleamed, and he devoured it. In a moment, he ate a basket of food cleanly, and then put on the huge leather armor, and his whole body A new look.

At this time, Fanlin Bovi came in with another plate of bread and pork, put it on the table, and said to Tagore: "You are seriously injured. Take a nap after eating. By tomorrow, your strength will be fully restored." "

After speaking, he pointed at Tagore's forehead again. Tagore just woke up and immediately closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Fanlin Bowei came to Zhenqiang's bedside and saw that Zhenqiang was still asleep. He put his finger on his forehead. The runes on Zhenqiang's forehead immediately disappeared. When he opened his eyes, he felt full of energy and refreshed.

Fanlin Bowei said: "Your injuries have basically healed, except for some minor fractures on your fists. My healing ability can only treat the body, not the bones. Rest for a period of time, and the bones will heal automatically. There are some foods. After eating Have a good rest after that, and there are some clothes and shoes you can put on." After that, he walked out.

Zhenqiang was very moved when he saw that Fanlin Bowei took good care of everything and said, "Doctor, thank you so much. I have no money now, but I will definitely give it to you in the future."

Fanlin Bowie smiled and said: "Our village is self-sufficient. The farmland and livestock are all cultivated and raised by the village. It doesn't cost much. The village even killed a pig for you. If you want to thank me, you can help the village in farming in the future." Get to work."

Zhenqiang was even more moved when he heard that the village had killed a pig for him, and said: "Okay, Tagore is here to work."

After Fanlin Bovi left, Zhenqiang also devoured his food. After eating, he saw Tagore and Plato sleeping soundly. He had just woken up and was not sleepy at all. He looked at the various symbols and pictures painted on the walls around him. type, and thought of the golden saint statue in the village. The familiar feeling drove him to see what was going on, so he put on his clothes, opened the door and walked out.

It was already night, the sky was pale and the stars were sparse. The villagers were all asleep, and there was silence all around. He came to the statue, and the little golden man stood on the stone tablet, exuding a hazy golden color under the dim moonlight. To be condescending and to have authority over those below.

He looked at the little golden man, and it became more and more familiar to him, but he couldn't remember it.

Suddenly a white light shone outside the village. I was curious, so I came to the light. I saw a ten-meter-large yellow circle on the ground. Various strange symbols were painted in the circle. There was a person standing in the middle. The person stretched out his arms. His arms, holding handprints with both hands, glowed with yellow light. It was Fanlin Bowei. When he saw it again, his heart was shocked. His power had reached the limit, with 20,000 powers!

I saw Fanlin Bowei changing his handprints, and the huge circular pattern continued to draw various graphic symbols under his control, and then sprayed out dazzling white light with a brush. The white light was very hot, and there was a feeling in the distance. The feeling of being stung by white light.

Seeing his arrival, Fanlin Bowei immediately changed his handprints, and the ten-meter-large pattern was retracted from the surroundings to the center, and then disappeared.

Then he walked to Zhenqiang and said, "Why don't you rest? This will help your body recover."

Zhenqiang said: "I just woke up, and I'm not sleepy at all now. The symbols and patterns I saw just now are really amazing. What do they mean?"

Fanlin Bowei said as he walked: "The symbol pattern is the secret language of the 'Rune Spiritual Cultivator'. Only the Rune Spiritual Cultivator can understand it. Different symbols indicate different meanings, abilities and uses. The runes I cultivate are not worth mentioning. , magical runes abound in the Rune Cultivation Academy."

Zhenqiang asked curiously: "Is there an academy for cultivating runes? There are many people practicing runes."

Fanlin Bowei sighed softly and said: "At its peak, there were five to six hundred people in the Rune Spiritual Academy, but now I am the only one left."

Zhenqiang was stunned and asked: "Why!?"

Fanlin Bowei said: "There was a black rune spiritual master named Sidumu who destroyed the rune spiritual cultivation academy and killed all the rune spiritual masters. Even the dean of the rune spiritual cultivation academy was poisoned by him and his whereabouts are unknown. I came from the academy He escaped and lived in seclusion here."

Zhenqiang said: "I see your runes are yellow. Could it be that the black ones are your enemies?"