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In the evening, Yang Zhao ate the spirit beast meat bought by Shang Jia.

This is a kind of sea beast with thick fat. When it is fried on a low fire, it will be full of fragrance.

The most important thing is that this food contains enough spiritual power to make Yang Zhao feel full quickly.

Spiritual beast meat can better provide Yang Zhao with the energy to heal his body.

Good news always comes one after another, the wind in the Rift Valley let go again, and Shen Sishen also let go.

The negotiations, which had been deadlocked for nearly two days, finally came to fruition.

The wind of Rift Roll Valley and Luan Chuanxiong went to Heizhu Island again and began to consult Yang Zhao.

And the wind followed the people from the Rift Valley. These people came here to discuss the details of the cooperation between the two parties.

And the little bean people following Luan Chuanxiong were the staff who communicated with Shen Sishen.

This time I came here first to see Yang Zhao, and second to take over the business negotiation in Rift Valley.

But these things are not what Yang Zhao has to worry about.

The Wind of the Rift Roll Valley is a heretic monk again, looking in his 40s, with a serious face, and his bluish hair adds a little bit of liveliness to him.

Luan Chuanxiong is a little more distinctive. He is a 1.6-meter old man with thin arms and legs. He has green and brownish red hair on his top, and a tender green leaf hangs tremblingly on his hair.

This one doesn't look like a human race.

As soon as these two doctors came, Dr. Qi's eyes almost disappeared from laughter, like a little tail, he followed the two doctors serving tea and water, and dealing with sundries.

Squeeze aside all the apprentices they originally came with.

Luan Chuanxiong and Feng checked Yang Zhaozai carefully again, then looked at each other and went out.

It was Shen Ruoyu who was waiting outside the door. Shen Ruoyu bowed his head and said: "Two fellow Taoists, do you know how injured Yang Zhao is?"

Luan Chuanxiong was the first to speak to Shen Ruoyu: "Yang Xiaoyou's meridian injury is difficult to cure. The injury is too serious. If there is a fault, there is a risk that it will never recover."

Feng Youzai also echoed behind him: "The most troublesome thing is that Yang Zhao's cultivation base is too low, his physical fitness is too weak, and the old man has many healing methods that he can't use."

To these two, the foundation-building monk was as weak as a worm in their eyes, and they could crush her to pieces with just a little force of their fingers.

If you want to cure Yang Zhao, what is the difference between doing a dojo in a screw shell?
Shen Ruoyu was unmoved. Doctor Qi had told him the situation before these two people came. He was not surprised by this result.

"Do those two doctors have any solution?"

Luan Chuan hesitated for a moment: "The safest way I can think of now is to borrow the meridians from the alien beast and transplant them into her body, and reconnect those rotten meridians."

"Although this method is not [-]% perfect, it is the smallest Fang Xian and the easiest to succeed."

Shen Ruoyu pondered for a moment, then Brick looked at the wind again in the Rift Roll Valley.

"Doctor Feng, what's your opinion?"

Feng and Luan Chuanxiong looked at each other again, knowing that Shen Ruoyu was not satisfied with the solution of transplanting meridians, so he asked him again.

Feng pondered for a while, and then said: "There are only a few ways to restore meridians for monks in the foundation building period. Transplanting meridians is the safest method, and the recovery is also good. Other treatment methods are more dangerous."

Shen Ruoyu: "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, although vein transplantation is safe, my child has a strong temper and youthful spirit. If her future is blocked because of this matter, she will have to suffer and die."

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