Using his identity as an inner disciple, he easily sent out three guardian monks. After all, all three guardian monks were just outer disciples. Although the leader among them was also a cultivator of the mortal stage, his age was when he was a mortal stage.

It is too big to be promoted to an inner disciple, and can only become an outer sect manager.

In the sect, the status of inner disciples and outer disciples is very different.

What's more, strictly speaking, this incident was a dereliction of duty by the three. People from hostile forces touched their noses and harmed mortals, but they didn't notice that if Mo Xuan wanted to pursue it, the three of them would definitely be unlucky.

Now Mo Xuan didn't care much about them, but just asked them to leave with some dissatisfaction. Of course, they were reluctant to ask for it.

After the three of them left, Mo Xuan was so happy that he had to slid the storage bag of Master Miao in his hand and was about to open it and take a look.

The owner of the storage bag was dead, and the spiritual consciousness left on it became a rootless duckweed. Mo Xuan's huge spiritual consciousness wiped off the spiritual consciousness without any effort and opened the storage bag.

After seeing it, Mo Xuan couldn't help but curl up: "It turns out to be a poor man."

Apart from dozens of spirit stones, there were only some debris left in the storage bag, and there was nothing that Mo Xuan could like.

Mo Xuan had no idea that it was not long before Mr. Miao was promoted to the mortal stage. In order to enhance his strength, all his wealth was used to condense the imitation version of the Ten Thousand Poison Banner.

Unfortunately, this poison banner is not only too iconic, but also useless to Mo Xuan. He doesn't bother to use it. He held the small flag in his hand and looked at it, and threw it on the body of Master Miao with disgust. Those

The debris were thrown up together.

He randomly played a fireball and threw it on the body of Master Miao's eyes uneasy.

After a while, the flames swayed and the fire sounded, and suddenly many poisonous insects crawled out of the corpse.

Damn! This eldest son Miao actually used his body to raise a Gu, and he was not afraid of backlash.

Of course, Mo Xuan would not let these poisonous insects run away. He repeatedly fired fireballs and threw them on them. Most of these poisonous insects were larvae and could not resist the burning of the flames. They were quickly burned to death.

After everything was handled, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did Mo Xuan have time to continue what he was supposed to do and to make tonics for the elderly.

The spiritual consciousness swept over and soon found the kitchen.

I found a clay pot in the kitchen. After washing it, Mo Xuan suddenly disappeared with the clay pot.

In the space, the purple wind that was previously collected by Mo Xuan was soaking in the Lingtan and paddling comfortably. I sensed Mo Xuan's breath, and just looked up and ignored it.

However, when Xiao Guangqiu saw Mo Xuan coming in, he was so happy that he showed Mo Xuan his achievements repeatedly and looked forward to praise him.

The space is well managed by a small light ball, and various spiritual medicines and mutated plants brought from previous lives are all full of vitality.

Fortunately, these mutated plants are there, otherwise Mo Xuan would not be able to treat her grandfather's illness of physical weakness.

Although the spiritual medicine is more nourishing, the old man is a real mortal and cannot digest the spiritual medicine at all.

But the elderly can take the mutated plants brought by their previous lives.

Mo Xuan praised Xiao Guangqian without hesitation, and hid in embarrassment after hiding, then he curled the corners of his mouth slightly, holding a pottery jar but picking the mutated medicinal materials needed.

The mutated medicinal materials are growing well, and the space production must be a fine product.
Chapter completed!