After listening to Yu Qingqian's words, the others had no opinion.
Yu Qing looked at Feng Chen with a light smile and said, "Break the ban first."
"Okay!" Feng Chen shook Yu Qingqian's hand before letting go.
Yu Qingqian walked up to the sick man and said, "I will use the healing spiritual power to check the toxins in your body again."
"Okay!" The sick man stretched out his left hand.
Yu Qingqian reached out to the sick man's hand, seriously feeling the toxins in his body, and knew how to get rid of it in just a moment.
"I'll detoxify you first, find a quieter place."
The sick man took out a portable yard from the space ring and said, "Go in and expel the poison."
A portable courtyard can only be refined by a master of the mechanism, and a sick man can easily take out one to show that his status is not low in the alien race.
Yu Qingqian followed him into the courtyard without looking around. After entering the front hall, he said, "I'm 100% sure that your poison can be removed. Now you can send those two tattooists to help break the ban."
The sick man chuckled: "You are confident, I will trust you for once."
Immediately winked at the two behind him, the two nodded and walked out of the courtyard to help Feng Chen and the others break the ban.
Yu Qingqian had studied the prohibition on planting before, and breaking the surface is the way to break the prohibition, so the more the number of planting masters, the greater the hope of breaking the ban.
"I started. If there is any strange pain in the body for a while, please bear with it." Yu Qing smiled lightly.
"Okay, go ahead and expel the poison." The sick man nodded, he has endured it for so many years, so why not endure it any longer.
Yu Qingqian had two more turquoise spiritual powers in her hand, which penetrated from her palm into the sick man's wrist, and moved continuously along the meridian.
Once the toxins are encountered in the meridians and blood vessels, the blue-green spiritual power will swallow them up.
The toxin of a sick man is mainly accumulated in his dantian, so Yu Qingqian used his wood-type ability to devour the toxin carefully and slowly without damaging his dantian.
The toxin was absorbed more than half of the time, the sick man's face was extremely pale, his forehead was covered in sweat, and the burning pain in his body made him shiver.
However, he forcibly endured it. He could feel it himself, and the toxin that used to be like a gangrene that could not be stripped away was gradually disappearing in his body.
This realization made him willing to bear the pain at this time, but couldn't help but feel a little more joy.
Time passed, and Yu Qingqian absorbed and swallowed all the poison from the sick man's dantian and meridian blood.
Two hours later, the last drop of the core toxin was swallowed, and the burning pain of the sick man's whole body disappeared instantly, as if it had never happened before.
A drop of dark green liquid fell into Yu Qingqian's palm and penetrated into her body, nourishing wood-type and spiritual abilities.
The poison of a sick man is stronger than that of a grandmaster, so it is very useful to Yu Qingqian.
Then she let go of the sick man's hand and said, "The toxins in your body have been resolved, but you need a potion to activate and nourish the meridians and blood vessels that have been corroded by toxins, so that it will not affect your future cultivation. "
The sick man's pale face regained a bit of rosy, "Do you have this medicine?"
"No, but I can extract it. I happen to have the spiritual grass on my body, but it is relatively rare and valuable."
Yu Qingqian said bluntly: "So you need to pay for refining the potion."