County Prison Fourth Level.
Jiang Ning looked at Long Xingyun.
For now, I'll try again!
If it works, all the better. If not, it can still count as a fair exchange!
I took his family's inherited opportunity, so I ought to help him.
After making his decision, Jiang Ning immediately nodded.
"I'll see it through to the end. I don't have any healing elixir pills on me, so I'll help you with my blood!!"
Hearing Jiang Ning's words, Long Xingyun's expression shifted slightly.
"Many thanks, Senior!!"
Just then.
"Catch it!"
Jiang Ning spoke.
The long saber once again cut open his palm, and under his control, the blood in his hand flew out.
Long Xingyun immediately opened his mouth and inhaled.
The blood spraying from Jiang Ning's palm was sucked through the air into Long Xingyun's mouth.
A moment later.
Only after losing a few hundred milliliters of blood did Jiang Ning control the wound to heal.
Long Xingyun swallowed the last mouthful of blood, then closed both eyes and began refining it.
Another dozen-odd breaths passed.
Only then did Long Xingyun open his eyes.
"Is that enough?" Jiang Ning asked.
"More or less!" Long Xingyun nodded.
At that moment, the injuries on his body had already completely healed.
The oppressive force of his aura was even stronger, faintly no less than Zhao Yulong's.
This was the oppressive force of a level of life.
A Grandmaster, compared to a Fourth Grade, underwent an even more obvious transformation in the level of life.
Their lifespan had also completely broken through the limits of ordinary people.
They were practically creatures belonging to another level altogether.
At that moment, he also sensed that although Long Xingyun had swallowed a few hundred milliliters of his blood, it still had not left any Divine Descendant