Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

They were all fighting together, but she was lucky enough to run behind a tree and hide behind a tree. What a coward!

Mu Ling and the others felt a little more at ease when they saw her hiding. After all, their Masters had instructed them to protect him well. They knew that her strength was not strong enough, so naturally they wouldn't let her go forward to deal with the Iron-Skin Red Dragon.

If the other party had rushed up regardless, they would be distracted trying to protect her, and that would make the situation more troublesome.

Their preconceived notions made them feel that Feng Jiu was someone who needed protection. Hence, no one saw that while Feng Jiu was hiding behind the tree, she had crushed some pills together and made a new medicinal pill.

She had poked her head out from behind the tree just in time to see the disciple whose arm was hanging weakly was sent flying by the Iron-Skin Red Dragon. He hit the tree and fell to the ground with a bang.

The man let out a muffled grunt and blood overflowed from his mouth. When he tried to stand up again, he fell down feebly.

When she saw that the place where the man had fallen was close to the Iron-Skin Red Dragon, and coupled with Mu Ling and the others' spirit energy, she was worried that he would sustain even more injuries. So, she dodged out from the tree nimbly and rushed towards that person, then she dragged him back behind the big tree.

When Mu Ling and the others saw Feng Jiu coming out, they were a little anxious. But when they saw that she had pulled the injured disciple to a safe place, they felt relieved and continued to fight against the Iron-Skin Red Dragon. However, due to the disparity in strength, even though the eight of them had besieged the Iron-Skin Red Dragon, each of them were still injured by the dragon's claws, and very soon, there were several marks on their bodies stained with blood.

Feng Jiu took out a small bottle from space. She opened the bottle and poured a few drops of medicinal liquid into the crushed pills. After she stirred the mixture, it came together and formed a black pill the size of a quail egg.

"Sss! Ah!"

Accompanied by the sounds of screams, Mu Ling and the others were sent flying by the Iron-Skin Red Dragon. All of them were injured and fell onto the ground with blood overflowing from their mouths, their faces pale as paper.

"Boom!"

The Iron-Skin Red Dragon stepped forward heavily and its huge footprints sank into the ground. When they saw that the Iron-Skin Red Dragon was about to step onto the fallen Pei Zixuan, the expressions of everyone around changed suddenly.

"Zixuan! Run quickly!"

Pei Zixuan's face was pale, and when he tried to move his body, he found it difficult because he had been hit by the Iron-Skin Red Dragon and had sustained internal injuries.

He couldn't help but show a wry smile and said in a weak voice: "I can't move, I can't raise my strength at all." If he could escape, why wouldn't he?

However, just as he was in despair, he saw a thin figure rushing towards him quickly. He lay on the ground slightly startled. Was that Mu Jiu? Why did she come out? Was she not afraid of death?

Feng Jiu flew out quickly, and with a flash of her figure, she came to his side and pulled him away before the Iron-Skin Red Dragon's foot landed on him. She brought him to the big tree where the other cultivator lay on his side on the ground.

"Both of you rest here, lend me your sword."