Accompanied by the terrifying screams like a pig-killing cry, Yun Xiaoxian looked at Zhao Yue's slightly smiling face and sat down opposite her.

It's rare to be serious and take a sip of tea.

"Why didn't you say there was no movement? The Empress Tian went there, but she didn't let her go."

A tea leaf in the tea cup stood upright in the middle, rising and falling, causing small ripples.

Zhao Yue's pupils were slightly confused, waiting for Yun Xiaoxian to say the next sentence.

He chuckled softly, raised his neck and pointed at the outside of the house, pointing with his chin.

"The craters in the northeast are almost three feet tall and nothing has been found."

Then, he looked at Zhao Yue in front of him with a smile, and his fingers turned around his beard.

The middle-aged man in front of him looked so relaxed and happy at this moment, reflected in Zhaoyue's eyes. She picked up the tea in front of her and took a sip.

From this point of view, this medicine god should be closer to Zhaoyue's side now.

What he said that day was clearly a meteorite from the northwest, which forced people to the northeast. In addition to the previous various things, this Yun Xiaoxian's hat of a god did not seem to be so famous.

It is a skill to pretend to be confused when you understand and reach this level.

After thinking for a moment, she smiled slightly.

"My secret medicine is a miraculous effect on external trauma. I don't have enough to give two bottles of medicine god. Just ask for it in the Huanhua Pavilion in the Moon Sea."

This understatement made Yun Xiaoxian happy.

He has no other preferences, but he has a special liking for the world's strange prescriptions and magical medicines. This Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion hardly walks around the world's immortal schools. He has never seen a few prescriptions for the Yue clan. Now he can get two bottles of secret prescriptions in one breath, which makes him ecstatic.

"How can you be so embarrassed?" He refused, but couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Zhao Yue looked at his mouth and grinned to the corner of his eyes and chuckled softly.

The person in front of me is really what the Fox Emperor once said. He is embarrassed and often shows honesty on his face.

She waved her hand, took out two or three more bottles from the Qiankun bag and slapped it on the table: "Don't be polite, after all, the Medicine God is very generous to my disciple. You can see the magic of this ointment in half a stick of incense."

Yun Xiaoxian nodded, knowing that she was talking about the one hundred gold coins she gave Fuchen at the beginning.

However, looking at the small bottles on the table, even if Zhao Yue said it was effective, Yun Xiaoxian was really unsure of the extremely tragic howling inside.

He couldn't imagine where the god was in this ointment.

He looked up at the beams above his head, and with the trembling shouts, some shining dust fell.

Within a quarter of an hour, the little apprentice who was applying medicine inside burst into screams, and ran out in a hurry, rubbing his hands on his clothes twice, and shouting, "Master! God! Senior Brother Yulin can sit up!"

With a bang, the teacup in Yun Xiaoxian's hand almost fell to the ground. He widened his eyes, met Zhao Yue's smile, and gave a thumbs up: "There are a few more bottles of this medicine."

He didn't bother to listen to the echo, and supported the corner of the table with one hand and quickly got up and walked in.

Compared to how Shan Yulin was injured, he was more eager to see what the magical ointment was.

Zhao Yue glanced at him sideways, then looked at Fu Chen who was drinking tea without saying a word, and asked in a low voice: "Can you beat that guy inside?"

"Hmph." He let out a dissatisfaction from his nose, and his cold lips opened slightly. "The muscles and bones are good, but I didn't cherish my talent very well. He could lie on the ground and beg for mercy within three rounds."

She nodded with a confused look on her face and asked again: "You have seen Ling Mei, too. How many rounds will you have to do?"

"..." Fu Chen was silent for a moment, thoughtful, and then he spoke again after a while: "I'm afraid it will take more than a dozen rounds."

Zhao Yue raised her eyebrows. The girl Ling looked harmless and weak. She was such a hard worker?

Seeing her confused look on her face, Fu Chen looked at her, took a sip of tea, and slowly said, "Sword Immortal Luo Yao, if I don't hold the Xuanyuan Sword in my heyday, I can fight with her a draw. If I am really her closed disciple, I will not be able to underestimate it."

She looked at him seriously and asked again: "Have you ever compared the sword with the spirit girl?"

This question asked Fuchen a heart-wrenching idea.

He frowned and pondered for a moment. Just as he was about to speak, Zhaoyue reached out and patted his shoulder: "If you don't mention it, don't mention it, it will pass."

Wow, this old woman actually considers his mood.

Fu Chen didn't say anything, and watched her wave his hand inexplicably to comfort herself.

In fact, he had always had a question in his mind. Compared with Shan Yulin's swordsmanship, and Lingmei and Lingnu's swordsmanship, he wanted to know more about Zhaoyue's swordsmanship.

He is said to be unable to know any physical skills, boxing, swordsmanship, and dance skills. He can hide it for a while, but cannot hide it for a lifetime.

No matter how deep it is, there will still be a trace of disharmony in daily life.

She has never worn a sword and claims to not know any swordsmanship, but every time he draws the sword with a killing heart, this woman can see through his routine intentionally or unintentionally. How likely is it that a person who does not understand swordsmanship or a person who does not have high swordsmanship skills to be right every time?

There is only one possibility.

She wasn't confused at all.

"The invitation to Yunxiaoxian's martial arts competition has been sent out for a long time. I think the gods from all over the world are rushing to this Medicine King Valley. I think it's rare to take the opportunity to show your face. It's just that the spirit girl has also returned, so I feel relieved."

Fu Chen glanced at her eyes and was about to ask, when he saw Yun Xiaoxian walking out of the inner room with a spring breeze, holding the purple little porcelain bottle in his hand, and his face seemed to be blooming, he went straight to the table and sat down.

Raise your hand and drink the tea in the cup in one go.

"Yuezun, your secret medicine, is amazing!"

Zhao Yue smiled relaxedly and tapped the table with her fingertips: "Let's not talk about this for now, the Medicine God's martial arts competition, have you figured out how to arrange the next step?"

Yun Xiaoxian was stunned, and the smile just now fell on his face, and sighed and said, "It's hard to deal with it. The posts have been spread out. You can't drive everyone back."

The strange scenes of Lin Sheng's death and the Queen of Heaven's Eternal Majesty made Yun Xiaoxian a little worried.

This competition was originally done according to Zhao Yue's wishes, but now some of it are stuck. It is a bit difficult to continue, but it is even more difficult to continue.

How could the two people in front of him not understand his worries? Everything here is obviously related to the Ninth Heaven, and it is extremely difficult for Yun Xiaoxian to be caught in the middle.

"Why just hold a display competition."

Yun Xiaoxian, who was still gray just now, heard Zhao Yue's words, as if he had seen it, the corner of his mouth was almost at the root of his eyebrows again.

"It's better to think carefully about Yuezun."

Show me, and a fight can not only protect the appearance of the Medicine King Valley, but also allow Zhaoyue’s plan to proceed step by step. Why not kill two birds with one stone?

"We have only two people. You can choose any comparison that you want to choose from, but..."

"No, no, no, no, no." Yun Xiaoxian jumped out five words "no" in a row, and his hands were swaying, leaving several afterimages in the air. "Forget it, Yue Zun, just sit aside and take a look, just look."

A hundred years ago, in the Battle of the Wasteland, there was a sound of a piano, wailing everywhere, mountains and rivers changed color, and the scene of the falling stars. Yun Xiaoxian remembered it deeply. There was no need for a competition like Zhaoyue, and it was impossible to beat.

If she used too much force and had not had time to fill the big hole she had penetrated when entering the mountain, and added a few big holes, her family's wealth that he had saved by practicing medicine and selling medicine would be bankrupt at one time.

Seeing his gaze firm, Zhao Yue nodded for a moment and continued, "I really want to compete with your female disciple again. I have been taken care of by her a lot last time."

The word "care" is gritting your teeth.

Fu Chen glanced at Yun Xiaoxian's face and grinned at him in great embarrassment: "Yuezun, you have a lot of them, so don't worry about this."

"Don't, I am a petty person, and I will be vengeful. I am honest and not very open-minded."

This evaluation sounds quite appropriate to Fuchen, and he unconsciously praised: "It's very self-aware."

The smile on Yun Xiaoxian's face became more and more awkward. After a while, he didn't know whether he intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "My little apprentice is back to Yuntian now."

Yun Xiaoxian's words have a profound meaning.

At the end of the sky, there is a big tree with colorful light. All the clouds in the world are the behind-the-scenes scattered by the sacred tree.

Under the sacred tree is the tribe of the Yu tribe, where the Yun clan imperial city is located, and it is called Yuntian.

There is constant temperature all year round, spring all year round, birds singing everywhere, and the white palace is filled with hollow round windows, and beautiful flowers named Caiyun are blooming.

Yun Xiaoxian said just now that his little apprentice actually lives in this place.

Zhao Yue raised her eyebrows, became interested, and leaned over and asked, "Can it be that little girl or the emperor's vein of the feather tribe?"

Yun Xiaoxian hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Yun Emperor's youngest daughter, Yun Surou."

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Chongwen: I am Feng'er, you are Sha!

Rongluo: You are a pig, I will kill you.

Chongwen:... Junior brother, you...

Rongluo:??I think I've got a good answer! It's quite rhyme!

Chongwen: Haven’t you experienced the artistic conception?

Rongluo: What kind of artistic conception does sandstorm require?

Chongwen... Straight men are so scary...
Chapter completed!