The spirit girl threw the medicine into the burning medicine furnace, and Zhaoyue hid next to the stone pillar behind the Medicine Furnace Hall.

Before she could put the newly refined golden elixir in her hand, she heard the spirit girl and Yun Xiaoxian coming from outside one after another.

The two of them listened to every word and every sentence clearly.

In her words, Yun Xiaoxian's actions were indeed beyond her expectations.

These days when I came to the Medicine King Valley, Yun Xiaoxian has always been tepid, but he doesn’t care about the matter in the hospital.

Whenever we meet, we always show so timidity, or rather, cowardly.

But from the series of reactions just now, it seems that Yun Xiaoxian is not what he looks like on his face. He looks like a mixed-ball medicine god, with the title of the world's number one agency king on his head, just doing something messy, but the heart under the appearance is probably as clear as a mirror.

Zhaoyue wrapped the golden elixir in her hand back and forth a few times and put it into the small box that had been prepared on the side. She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the crisp echo of the box clasping.

Fortunately, the sky was not right and the Tao was not deep. Otherwise, she would have thrown a few kitchen fires in and the rainbow flames caused by the illusion were close to each other and would have been found to be fake.

While there was no one around the medicine furnace, she walked over gently, looked at the intact ginseng lying on the firewood in front of her, and carefully picked it out through the handkerchief.

The ginseng is indeed a good thing, with the word "Tianbao" engraved in the middle, and there is no big problem on the surface.

I leaned over to my nose and smelled it, but there was no strange smell.

Zhao Yue was overjoyed and put it in Qiankun bag.

I was worried that there was nothing good to replenish the Fox Emperor. This ten thousand-year-old ginseng essence is more effective than a large bag of medicinal materials here in Yun Xiaoxian.

Soon, she heard a hurried footsteps behind her again. She turned her head and saw Yun Xiaoxian, who had just greeted the spirit girl, rushing back panting. When she stepped into the yard, she looked up and saw Zhao Yue standing in front of the stove, and the flames in the stove had also been extinguished.

He was really a little panicked now. He didn't even bother to salute Zhaoyue, and rushed to the stove in a hurry and looked back and forth several times.

Behind him, Fu Chen glanced at Zhao Yue who was standing beside him, and saluted: "Master."

"Ahhhhh." Yun Xiaoxian's eyes circled the medicine furnace up and down, left and right for several times, and his forehead was so anxious that he blew sweat.

"What is the medicine god looking for?" Zhao Yue pretended not to know and asked with a frown.

"Oh, the Empress Tian Hu threw personal ginseng into it just now, and she couldn't stop it. I don't know what its quality is. Will it conflict with the medicinal properties of Yue Zun!"

Yun Xiaoxian has extremely high medical skills and pharmacy. He is really worried that the spiritual woman's mess just now will ruin a pill that she only refined in half a month.

Not to mention that it is all the hard work of the alchemist. If the medicine is really taken to that person, it is still unknown whether the medicine will cause any damage to the body and bones.

Zhao Yue looked at his nervous look and pretended to be puzzled: "Clash? Isn't the queen of heaven quite a profound attainment in medical research?"

"What's deeper!"

These words blurted out without thinking.

In an instant, Yun Xiaoxian was stunned for a moment, turned around suddenly, and saluted Zhaoyue with a smile: "I've lost my words."

Fu Chen looked at Yun Xiaoxian who could not afford to possess him, and the light in his pupils reflected his current appearance.

That casual sentence can at least explain one thing.

It was the spiritual woman's medical skills, and the medicine god knew it.

"The God of Medicine must not speak nonsense. After all, it is the Empress of the Heavenly Empress who saved the prince Fuchen." Zhao Yue said a little slowly, and fell into Yun Xiaoxian's ears, but it seemed like a warning, a reminder, and a temptation.

He stood up, chuckled, and grinned awkwardly: "Well, Yue Zun, look, I'm just a small sect..."

"Yoyo, when has your Medicine King Valley become a small sect?" She raised her chin and pointed to the plaque beside her, "Did you see it? The first medical sect!"

Yun Xiaoxian's smile became more and more awkward, and he kept pretending to be stupid: "No, no, no, it's just a small sect. I have never seen the medical skills of the Empress of the Heavenly Queen, and I really can't understand the medicine."

Fu Chen stood aside and sneered coldly.

This Yun Xiaoxian is indeed a hidden person.

"The word of the Medicine God sounds like this." She stepped forward two steps, "but she has made all the shots, just use it."

After saying that, he glanced at Fu Chen beside him and walked out on his own.

Yun Xiaoxian rolled up his sleeves and wiped his sweat.

Zhaoyue left the door of the medicine furnace, but Fu Chen, who was beside him, had no intention of catching up with her.

He stood beside Yun Xiaoxian and looked at the direction where Zhao Yue left.

"Xiaoxian is the god of the god, is this for himself or has another intention?"

The cold lips opened gently, and the short moment, accompanied by cold inquiries, made time seem to have condensed.

He glanced at the little fox beside him, the medicine god who had a flattering and cowardly face in the past rarely straightened his back solemnly.

Looking at Zhao Yue's light back in black, the hipster and smiling expression just now disappeared, and the voice seemed to be resonating with the grass and trees of Medicine King Valley, and it was rushing towards her.

"It's for yourself and for the world!"

As he spoke, a strong wind suddenly blew the two people's clothes.

Fu Chen followed Zhao Yue without saying anything, without moving, and raised his foot and followed him in the direction of Zhao Yue.

"What about you?"

Yun Xiaoxian's voice came from behind himself, and he stopped and turned his head to look at his eyes.

The gaze was bright and sharp, it was the appearance of Yun Xiaoxian he had never seen before.

"Are you so willing to expose your inquiries for her or for another her?"

Fu Chen sneered, turned around and stopped looking at him: "I don't understand what the Medicine God said."

Yun Xiaoxian's eyes were unable to move away from that direction until he disappeared from his sight.

The Yun clan of the Yu tribe has always followed the strongest king in this world.

A hundred years ago, it was the prince Fuchen who held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand. A hundred years later, the Yun clan became one and no longer controlled by the Heavenly Clan.

The most important thing that the Feather Clan, who has lived in Yuntian for hundreds of thousands of years, learned in the long run is to recognize the rules of the world and the essence of victory and victory. For the Feather Clan, strength is absolute and unique.

When Prince Fuchen was still alive, the Heavenly Clan was the strongest, the king, and the leader who commanded the eight desolates.

Now the strongest king in the world is no longer in the Heavenly Clan, but the ancient Moon Lord of the Moon Clan.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the direction where Fu Chen left, and his smile gradually became stronger.

This time, don't let everyone down.

In the yard of Yaowang Valley guest room, under the eaves, beside the big tree, and on the stone table, there are two things:

The beetle whose head was cut off by Fu Chen's Yun Yu Sword, and the ginseng that Zhao Yue pinched out of the medicine furnace.

She stood by the table with a frown, sighing uncontrollably.

Fu Chen sat aside, as if he hadn't heard him, and he didn't raise his head.

After a long time, she finally couldn't help but complain: "You said that if you keep your sword, I will not be able to chase the source if this thing dies. If I can't chase the source, I will not know how much his magic is. If I can't figure out how much his magic is, I will..."

"Do you can't sit still on weekdays?" After a long time, the eyes behind the book were raised with a little contempt.

Zhaoyue's words reached the mouth of her neck, and she was blocked by his words. She felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but use her hands to calm her breath.

Fu Chen glanced at her hand sliding up and down on her chest and said coldly: "Big breasts are indeed unreliable."

The atmosphere instantly fell into an indescribable smell. Zhaoyue was stunned for a long time, looked down at her chest, and then looked at the person in front of her who was still buried behind the book.

"What, jealous?"

Hearing this sentence, Fu Chen slowly closed the book, and the disgust on his face was obviously a little more.

Is this woman a little problem with her ability to understand?

"I have no choice but to choose, but you have forcibly occupied it."

This is serious, and Zhao Yue's mouth can be stuffed with apples when she opens her mouth.

He looked at the two things in front of him and his eyes fell on the ginseng brought by the spirit girl.

"The thing from the Nine-Level Heaven Treasure Pavilion is the Ten Thousand Years of Ginseng Essence, which is a great replenishment. You can spray two taels of nosebleeds at a time."

This spirit girl actually threw a whole piece in at once.

"If you say that, I'll be relieved."

Zhaoyue smiled and pointed to the ginseng in front of her: "You have to prepare two pots of blood when you go back and perform a good show."
Chapter completed!