"What the young master said is reasonable. How can those scattered monks come from wild ways to compare with us alchemists with orderly inheritance?"

"actually."

The young man seemed to have thought of something.

A trace of obsession suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"If she could speak to me, it would be impossible to restore the supply of more than two bottles!"

Years ago.

He occasionally met Feng Xi.

From then on, he was deeply fascinated by it and did not even return to the sect. He replaced Elder Hong and stayed here to take charge of all the affairs.

He believed that he was not bad in appearance.

The cultivation is also good.

He is also responsible for the supply of 70% of the elixirs in border wars.

I thought Feng Xi would treat him with courtesy.

pity……

Over the years.

Stop saying a word, Feng Xi never looked at him at all, and she didn't even know his name.

The more this is.

The more unwilling he felt.

“…”

The old man didn't dare to speak.

Feng Xi’s identity is too special.

Looking at the entire Great Yan Dynasty and even the entire Donghuang, no one has ever dared to force her to do something she doesn't want to do.

Don’t mention the Jade Dan Sect.

Even those holy places dare not be disrespectful to her at all.

He didn't speak when he saw him.

The young man felt a little irritated.

“By the way.”

"These days are too busy, I forgot to inquire if Xue Mao is dead."

"this……"

The old man hurriedly said, "I will go to Song Hou's military camp to ask later."

"snort!"

The young man snorted coldly.

"What Wuhuo Xuan Shen Pill, what kind of immune divine suppression, can the elixir recipe be regarded as a treasure? I see that ghost doctor, who is also a person who seeks fame! I wasted so much energy in my Yudan Sect to crack it!"

The old man agreed deeply.

He has also seen that pill recipe.

Wuhuo Xuanshen Pill?

Weird names and strange functions are worse than waste pills for them!

...

Outside the military camp.

The monk looked angry, but he met two people head-on.

One person has a windy figure.

But it was Shen Xuan.

The other person was a few heads taller than Shen Xuan, and he was quite handsome. He carried a black body on his shoulder, covered with thorns, and a wolf-tooth stick that was one head taller than her!

Who is it if it’s not Murong Yan?

Along the way.

When the monks saw her, they all looked respectful.

On the battlefield.

Power is the most respected.

With Murong Yan's giant spirit bloodline and the mace specially found for her, she naturally felt like a fish in water and fully utilized her natural advantages of her great power.

The barbarians of the Northern Region.

Most of them are from physical cultivation.

Not to mention the brute force, the defense was extremely high, which made the cultivators of the Great Yan Dynasty suffer.

But I met Murong Yan.

And the wolf-tooth stick in her hand.

The end...

It's a lucky thing to be able to keep a whole body!

That's why.

On the battlefield, Murong Yan was ten times more popular than Shen Xuan, and she was also ten times more respected than Shen Xuan.

It's been less than three days.

She fell in love with this place.

"Tsk tsk, I knew Brother Gu was doing it!"

"Nonsense, my brother has experienced countless death disasters, and which time hasn't escaped?"

"I don't know when he will arrive."

"It's almost!"

Murong Yan shook the wolf-tooth stick in her hand, which made Shen Xuan pale in her face.

"It should be today!"

Just now.

They had already learned the news of Gu Han's upcoming from Feng Xi, so they were naturally very excited.

"I want to say it to me."

Murong Yan's wolf teeth stick shook even more vigorously.

“On this battlefield.”

"It depends on me, Brother Gu."

"Those barbarians met him...Huh? Zhang Shan?"

Half of the words.

But she saw the monk with an angry look on his face.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Sister Murong? Brother Shen?"

The monk was named Zhang Shan, who was familiar with the two of them and quickly came up to meet them.

Although Murong Yan has been here for a short time, she is generous and straightforward, and has saved many cultivators' lives. Naturally, she has a considerable prestige. Although she is not very old, she is respectfully called "Sister Murong" by the cultivators.

She likes it very much.

Very satisfied, too.

"What!"

After listening to Zhang Shan’s story, Murong Yan was furious.

"We will kill ourselves in front of us, and these dogs dare to deduct the pills!"

"Walk!"

She waved her mace and was filled with wind.
Chapter completed!