Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor Chapter 1111 - 1111 1111 Saving People

1111: Chapter 1111: Saving People 1111: Chapter 1111: Saving People Fang Bai’s Divine Sense Diffusion spread in all directions, and he quickly assessed the power levels of the dozen or so Martial Artists plumting downwards, comprehending the situation at a glance.

He realized the one most likely in mortal danger was Hu Ren’s son, Hu Yi.

Hu Ren and Miao Feng, the Martial Dao couple, although both were Desolate Level Perfection experts, failed to catch their son in ti during the mont the Iron Chain Bridge broke.

They watched in horror as their son fell faster than they did, resigned to the grim fate that awaited their child, their eyes filled with tears and their cries of anguish piercing the air.

“Don’t worry, Brother Hu.

Your son won’t die!”

Fang Bai spoke to the couple with the Thread Condensation Sound Transmission Technique, then accelerated his fall.

When he was still five hundred ters from the gorge’s bottom, he reached out and grabbed Hu Yi’s right arm, then shifted mid-air and rapidly approached the falling Zhuge Lian, seizing her left arm.

Hu Yi had already fainted from fear, while Zhuge Lian, although also sowhat panicked, remained clear-headed.

After Fang Bai grabbed her left arm, her rapid descent halted montarily before slowing down towards the bottom of the gorge.

Zhuge Lian exhaled a long breath, filled with a sense of having narrowly escaped death.

“You…”

Zhuge Lian turned her head and saw that the one holding her left arm was an ordinary-looking, unfamiliar middle-aged man, which startled her.

“Girl, don’t be nervous.

I’m helping you!”

Fang Bai gave Zhuge Lian a slight smile, without revealing his identity.

Zhuge Lian noticed that the stranger’s Cultivation Level was comparable to hers, but he was surrounded by Wind Essence Qi, which indicated he was a Martial Artist who cultivated Wind System Martial Arts Techniques.

At this mont, only a Martial Artist who practiced Wind System Techniques could maneuver through the wind and maintain composure during a fall.

Zhuge Lian understood that if it weren’t for this middle-aged man catching her in ti, she would have sustained inevitable injuries upon reaching the bottom of the gorge.

And with many ferocious Spirit Beasts living in the gorge, any injury would render her less effective against the attacks of the beasts, subsequently increasing the likelihood of perishing.

From this perspective, the middle-aged man had saved Zhuge Lian’s life.

“Uncle, thank you!”

Zhuge Lian expressed her gratitude earnestly and then pleaded, “Can you help save my fellow disciples?”

The middle-aged man had a Cultivation Level similar to Zhuge Lian’s, but he was significantly older, so Zhuge Lian felt it appropriate to address him as “Uncle.”

“Uncle?”

Fang Bai paused, then laughed heartily, “Just for that ‘Uncle,’ I promise you!

But let’s get down first!”

After speaking, Fang Bai, with Zhuge Lian and the unconscious Hu Yi in tow, hastened their descent and in the blink of an eye had landed on the ground at the bottom of the gorge.

“Watch him!

I’ll save the others!”

Fang Bai pushed Hu Yi towards Zhuge Lian and then, like an arrow, leapt onto the top of a tall tree several zhang high, lifting his gaze skyward.

He saw dozens of figures plumting from the sky at high speed, their wretched screams reaching his ears.

At that mont, it would be impossible for Fang Bai to save each individually.

Fang Bai took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming sharply as he fiercely stirred the Wind Essence Qi.

Within monts, centered around him, the Wind Essence Qi converged to form a thin, vast, invisible Qi Shield that spanned dozens of zhang in diater.

The invisible Qi Shield, like a vast net unfurled at the bottom of the gorge, caught the scores of Martial Artists who fell from the broken Iron Chain Bridge.

Upon touching the Qi Shield, the bodies of the Martial Artists felt as if they had landed in a pile of cotton.

The force from their rapid descent was significantly dissipated, and then these warriors used their movent techniques to gently float to the ground, astonishingly without a single person being injured.

The scores of Martial Artists who landed safely on the ground looked at each other in dismay.

Many still had terror and confusion on their faces, not understanding what had just taken place.

A mont later, joy and excitent of surviving a calamity spread across everyone’s faces.

“Yi’er!”

Hu Ren and Miao Feng’s eyes darted around, frantically searching for their son.

When they saw their son, who had been woken up from unconsciousness and supported by Zhuge Lian, they both shouted and rushed forward.

Seeing their unhard son, they wept tears of joy.

“It was that senior who saved us!

Thank you for your lifesaving grace!”

Suddenly, a Martial Artist with a cultivation level of Heaven Level Perfection raised his hand, pointing to Fang Bai who stood atop the tree, and then loudly said with a clasped-fisted salute.

Then, everyone looked up toward Fang Bai and clasped their fists in thanks.

Fang Bai lightly lifted his foot, as if ascending an invisible ladder, step by step descending from the treetop to the ground.

He then said to the scores of Martial Artists with a smile, “It was nothing.

I’m glad you are all alright!”

Just then, three figures rushed to the front of Fang Bai, they were Hu Ren, Miao Feng, and Hu Yi, the family of three.

“Brother Bai, you saved our Yi’er!

Please accept our bow!”

As Hu Ren spoke, he, his wife, and child knelt before Fang Bai “thump” onto the ground and bowed deeply.

When Fang Bai had gone to save Hu Yi, he had used the Thread Condensation Sound Transmission Technique to inform Hu Ren.

Hu Ren had recognized the voice as the sa Loose Cultivator, Bai Fang, with whom he had conversed before.

Hu Ren had only that one son and cherished him more than his own life.

When the Iron Chain Bridge broke, he thought his son was dood, and his heart was filled with grief.

Never did he expect that Fang Bai would rescue him.

Overco with gratitude, he pulled his wife and child to express their thanks to Fang Bai.

“Brother Hu, please rise quickly!”

Fang Bai hurriedly reached out to pull Hu Ren’s family to their feet, saying, “After all, we have t each other.

How could I stand by and not save him?

No need for such courtesies!”

Hu Ren shook his head, “Us Martial Artists, we value favors and promises above all.

Brother Bai, you have saved my son, this is a great favor.

Our family will always rember it in our hearts!”

After a pause, he vigorously patted his chest and continued, “If Brother Bai ever encounters any troubleso matters and needs my Hu Ren’s help, just give a shout.

Whether through blades and flas, I Hu Ren, will be there with you!”

Fang Bai nodded, just about to speak when suddenly a fragrant breeze wafted by—it was Zhuge Lian appearing at his side.

Coming with Zhuge Lian were Han Xingyu and the rest of the Xuannv Sect Disciples.

“Uncle, this is Elder Han Xingyu of the Xuannv Sect.

You saved our Xuannv Sect disciples, and Elder Han has specifically co to thank you,” said Zhuge Lian, her beautiful eyes surveying Fang Bai as if there was a sense of familiarity about this ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

Upon hearing “Xuannv Sect,” Hu Ren and others caught sight of Han Xingyu, who was dressed in an elder’s attire, and awe imdiately filled their eyes as they respectfully stepped back.

The Xuannv Sect was one of the two great third-ranked Sects in Qingping Country, with imnse strength and far-reaching fa.

Its elders were Vast Level Experts; naturally, Hu Ren and the other Desolate Level Martial Artists held Han Xingyu in veneration.

There were also so Martial Artists who rembered that they had fallen to the bottom of the gorge because of a situation involving Han Xingyu and the other Xuannv Sect disciples.

They couldn’t help but harbor so resentnt.