Putting away the Wu Ling Sword, Wu Xian left the Huangzi No. 5 weapon refining room.

He was looking for someone to ask where Bai Yao lived, and after knowing the place, he came to the door of his room.

He knocked on the door lightly.

"who?"

An unexpected sound came from the other side of the door.

"I."

"kindness?!"

Accompanied by a sound of steps, the door was opened, and Bai Yao stood at the door and stared at Wu Xian with wide eyes.

"You actually came to me on your own initiative?"

"I have something to do when I come back this time, let's take a look at you."

"So it's the way, come in."

Bai Yao curled her lips and let her go.

Wu Xian walked in and sat on a wooden chair:

"Drink tea?"

"I want to drink something sweet."

"It's so many things." Bai Yao was speechless, but he still walked to the table beside him and took out some medicinal materials that Wu Xian could not recognize from the storage bag. Then he started to mix tea. After the preparation, he first poured a small cup and tasted it himself, and then gave it to Wu Xian. "The sweetness is still moderate, you can try it."

Wu Xian took it over and took a sip, and was immediately spit out sweetly: "Do you want to be so sweet that I am so sweet! This is called moderate?!"

“Is it very sweet?”

Bai Yao was stunned, poured a glass and drank it himself, then he frowned slightly and said:

"It's not very sweet, I still feel a little light. Oh, I almost forgot!" Bai Yao slapped his head and smiled bitterly: "My tongue feels a little bad because I have tasted more medicinal materials. Some of them are not very different. The taste is salty and light. I am currently drinking the tea my master gave me."

Wu Xian's mouth twitched.

How did you remember?

And even the taste problem has occurred. How many herbs have you tried?!

He put the sweet water tea aside and asked him:

"I have always had something I can't figure out. Why did that supernatural person have to kill the Holy Son of the Spirit-eating Rat? Aren't he afraid of that second-level demon general?"

"His name is Xiao Ying. As for why he must be killed, it is because... he must kill him as soon as possible."

Bai Yao said after a few seconds of silence.

"Why?"

Wu Xian was surprised.

"Because the Son of the Spirit-Eating Rat is also a great master who has not grown up. According to the information Xiao Ying investigated, its magical powers can make it stronger through constant killing."

Bai Yao narrowed her eyes:

"Although I don't know if there are any restrictions on this magical power, if it is allowed to continue, its target will definitely be in the human territory closest to the dark mountains. By then, I don't know how many successful human races will be killed."

"So Xiao Ying decided to assassinate the Spirit-eating Rat before the Holy Son of the Spirit-eating Rat officially starts killing!"

"If the assassination is successful, we will naturally win peace and peace for those of us. If not..."

Bai Yao paused: "I told me this before he was about to die. He said: There is no way out, and there is no way out. He must do this."

Wu Xian was stunned.

"So he died." Bai Yao looked at Wu Xian, "A future great master of human race died silently at the hands of the demon race. Many people didn't even know his name. Do you think he deserves to do this?"

Wu Xian was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Right and wrong lies in one's own fault, praise and criticism are based on others, gain and loss are not irrelevant."

"Brother Xiao Ying's behavior should not be evaluated by whether it is worth it or not. This description is not good for him or the person he saved."

"And since things have happened, instead of commenting on merits and demerits here, we might as well think about how to kill the Son of the Spirit-eating Rat and avenge him!"

"This is not to let him down!"

Wu Xiandao.

Bai Yao looked at Wu Xian in a daze, then took a deep breath:

"You're right. I'm so depressed. I'll definitely kill that guy with my own hands."

"Come on, it's better for you to sit in the back as an alchemist!"

"Who do you look down on me? You weapon refiner?"

Bai Yao glanced at him.

Wu Xian smiled.

The two chatted for a while, and then Bai Yao suddenly slapped his head:

"I almost forgot one thing."

"What's up?"

"Didn't you tell my master to buy medicine to improve your cultivation? I have already brought it. Do you want to buy it?"

"Of course I have to buy it!" Wu Xian looked at Bai Yao expectantly, "What elixir have you brought me?"

"Shengling Pill." He took out a blue jade box from the storage bag and opened it. He saw four milky white pills quietly placed in the box. "One Shengling Pill, just give me five first-level low-grade spirit stones."

"Hiss, so expensive? It's enough to make it as much as one of the first-level low-grade magic weapons."

"This is naturally. The price of elixirs to improve their cultivation is much more expensive than other types of elixirs of the same level. After all, elixirs to improve their cultivation is permanent, which is already considered cheap."

Wu Xian nodded. He looked at the four milky white pills and suddenly said, "I remember that the function of this spiritual elixir is to allow cultivators below the fourth level of Qi training to improve their cultivation level by taking one. What is the effect for those who have already reached the fourth level of Qi training?"

"The effect is much worse... You have already practiced Qi for four levels?!"

Bai Yao reacted and stared at Wu Xian with wide eyes.

Wu Xian nodded.

"Then aren't you going to be promoted?"

"Well, I'm going to report my cultivation to Lingnongsi after I finish all the things."

“Where will you go then?”

"I might go to the base of a certain county town. I see how the above arrangements are made. You haven't answered my question yet."

"Well, then you have no use to take the Spirit-Suppressing Pill to restore some magic power." Bai Yao changed his mind, "But fortunately I have something better."

He took out a black jade box from the storage bag, opened it and saw a pill with a light orange light placed inside.

"This is Jinyuan Pill, which can allow cultivators below the eighth level of Qi training to directly advance to the first level of cultivation. Cultivators below the fourth level of Qi training to not even take this pill because they will be driven to death by the rich spiritual energy inside."

"How many spirit stones do you want?!"

Wu Xian's eyes lit up.

"Spirit Stone? If you really want a spirit stone, the price of this Jinyuan Pill is at least four first-level medium-grade spirit stones." Bai Yao shook his head, "But I don't want spirit stones, I want a medicine refining furnace."

"I am almost becoming a formal first-level low-level alchemist. At that time, I need a good alchemy furnace as my main tool for daily refining."

"Ahem, I don't like what my master prepared for me. Isn't you a disciple of Lord He? Then you can build me a better refining furnace through his channel. The grade does not need to be too high, the first-level middle-level level is enough."

"First-level medium-grade level?" Wu Xian's mouth twitched, "Even if you become a formal alchemist, you are just a first-level low-grade alchemist. What do you want to do with a medium-grade level?"

"Based on my genius level, it is not easy to be promoted to a first-level mid-grade alchemist? If I change the refining furnace at that time, it will be more troublesome, don't you think?"

"Okay, I promise you."

Wu Xian has also seen his ability and has no doubt about this.

"Good brother!" Bai Yao patted his shoulder and said affectionately: "In the future, I will become the most powerful alchemist, and I will definitely not forget your help."

"It's broad daylight, why are you talking to me in the sleep?"

Wu Xian laughed and scolded.

But his hand honestly picked up the Jinyuan Dan and put it carefully into the storage ring.

"Okay, let's not say much. I'll go to meet Mr. Feng. Are you going?"

"You go. I have been urged by a group of people every day to see his condition. I have been tired of it, so I won't go."

Wu Xian nodded, left the room, walked for a while, and came to Mr. Feng's residence.

He knocked on the door again. After getting permission, he pushed the door open and saw Mr. Feng at a glance.

Although Mr. Feng was still lying on the bed, his skin was no longer as bluish as before. His skin color was almost the same as that of a normal person, but his face was still a little pale.

"You are here." Old Feng smiled, "I saw it at that time, thanks to you."

"This is what I should do. I can't let Mr. Feng take on everything alone."

Wu Xian was stunned, and then realized that Mr. Feng might have noticed himself at that time, including his actions to help him defeat the Holy Son Wushuang.

The two looked at each other and smiled, everything was silent.
Chapter completed!