Without thinking so much, he walked forward and looked into the coffin.

A figure lay in the white jade and cold coffin.

He is so skinny that he has been eroded by evil spirits like an old man in his twilight years. He can still see his original appearance, and he must be a handsome young man.

The illness comes like a mountain of falling, there is nothing to say about this.

The meridians were all eroded and broken by evil energy, and the lower dantian was even more eroded. Even if ordinary people could be rescued, their cultivation level would be destroyed. Not only that, even their muscles and bones were eliminated along with the evil energy.

If Zhao Qingyang hadn't known that this was a young man in his thirties, he would probably have treated him as an old man or even a dead person.

This is not terminally ill, it is almost dead!

If it weren't for the breath of spiritual energy that was hanging, it would have really come to an end. The situation is not much better now. It is forced to support it with his own cultivation and the pure spiritual energy of the master of the spiritual energy.

"The evil energy enters the body, and the vitality is almost gone, and it is hard to save the gods." Zhao Qingyang thought for a long time before saying this, "Unless he is letting himself die, see if he can merge this evil energy. I think his spiritual root is not bad. Your Zhao family has such a strong gene. A sword body is not enough. This is another special physique."

I have to say that this is really a special physique, but it has not been stimulated yet.

"Seventh brother, is it a special physique?" The three of them looked at each other and were surprised. They were not aware of this, but there was no need for Zhao Qingyang to lie to them.

There is no reason to lie to them.

"Yes, you probably haven't seen it before. Feng Ling Root is considered a special physique." Zhao Qingyang said with a smile.

The few people all showed disappointed expressions, what kind of special physique is Feng Ling Root?

"How many wind spirit roots have been there from ancient times?" Zhao Qingyang smiled disdainfully. "It is different from the ordinary Five Element Spiritual Roots, and even Yu Lei."

"Sir, don't tease me for waiting. The wind spirit root can only be regarded as a special spiritual root. There is a special physique. What should I do? Besides, the wind spirit root of the seventh brother is not as high as the heaven level."

"That's because you are ignorant. OK. Let's put this person here first. You go and discuss the compensation. Then, there is another thing. When he wakes up, stay here. Be a servant to help me get a sword or something. After all, people look pretty good." Zhao Qingyang waved his hand and said, "Please go back."

"This..." Both of them looked at Zhao Dongsheng. After all, this was not a trivial matter.

First, they didn’t know anything about Zhao Qingyang, they only knew that this should be an alchemist, but there was no proof of his medical skills.

Second, let your seventh brother be his servant?

Did the Zhao family start to lose all their faces?

Zhao Qingyang said lazily, "Make a decision quickly. I will have dinner later. At that time, even if I give me an inner elixir of a golden elixir-level monster, I will not save it."

"Sir, are you sure?" Zhao Dongsheng asked cautiously.

Zhao Qingyang just looked at him and didn't say anything. A second later, just as Zhao Qingyang was about to speak, Zhao Dongsheng hurriedly said, "If you can't save me, it's really hard to save me. I'll say goodbye first, and then come and report to you to me."

Nodded, "That's it, I need something."

Zhao Qingyang wrote down some things on the paper beside him, which were filled with inner elixirs of some monsters. The wind-attributed spiritual power can wash away the meridians. Zhao Qingyang did not have the time to reawaken his meridians, but it would be more appropriate to get him some spiritual power with the same origin attribute.

Wind attribute monster...

Zhao Dongsheng's face turned black. The wind-attribute monster was hard to find in the world, and even the speed was extremely fast. Those who could catch the wind-attribute monster were old hunters who had been wandering in the mountains all year round.

It is almost impossible to obtain inner alchemy in the hands of these people. Moreover, monsters formed pills earlier than human races, but they only started the foundation-building stage. It is equivalent to the human race's foundation-building stage cultivation. Monsters are born to have an advantage in some aspects than human races, and may even be stronger than human races of the same level. So how strong should they be?

The inner elixir of the monster in the foundation-building stage is still wind-attributed.

Several of them looked embarrassed. Zhao Dongsheng gritted his teeth, "Okay, I'll collect it as soon as possible. Sir, please feel free to do it."

"Just look at it, and it may not necessarily be necessary to collect it. Try to do it. I guess there are not so many wind-attribute monsters in the world right now." Zhao Qingyang said with a smile.

Even if he can clearly understand the pharmacology, he has no confidence in how to use spiritual energy and use spiritual energy for some routine use, this is the basic skill that every monk must know.

"There is one more thing." Zhao Qingyang quickly wrote another piece of paper and then handed it to the three of them.

The three of them looked up and their faces turned dark.

Sure enough, the gentleman made up his mind to recruit his seventh brother as his servant.

Even the contract for selling the body was ready, but it was marked clearly on it, and all the terms were clearly written, which was forcing them to sell their seventh brother to their husband.

"Can we consider this?" the second head of the family paused and said.

"This is a condition that has been negotiated. Why do you want to regret it?" Zhao Qingyang waved his hand indifferently, "Then please go back and take the coffin and the person away."

"No, no, no, we sign, we sign." Zhao Dongsheng said quickly, and finally, it seemed to be trying to save face. "If the teacher can really cure it, then there is nothing we signed. If it cannot be cured, the teacher knows that although our Zhao family is not a famous family, it still has a certain status in the world of immortal cultivation."

Zhao Qingyang scoffed at it, but didn't say much. Since it was the task he took over, there was no saying that he couldn't cure it.

The three of them came and went quickly. They also knew that the disease had been urgent and only a coffin was left in the yard.

"Let me find someone later and carry the coffin to the woodshed." Zhao Qingyang said

“…”

Aren't you going to treat it?

Zhao Xier was a little speechless, and could only obey the teacher.

Zhao Qingyang felt that so many years have passed and he has not been eroded to death by evil spirits. That must be because of his special physique. Even if he has to last for another ten days and half a month, there will be no problem at all.

There is no rush.

"Girl, it's time to cook."
Chapter completed!