He Has a Dragon

Wang Le closed his eyes and pushed Qu Jinghong, who disappeared into the small room, without saying a word to stop it.

When I arrived in the Danfang, of course, I was looking for the favorite medicine tripod and elixir. Would it be possible to stay here to accompany him to enjoy the Huanglong Taoist man on the portrait?

As for Qu Jinghong, will he find it in the room and hide it while Wang Le is not in?

For this, Wang Le did not consider so much.

After all, it has something to do with Wang Le's own ideas.

Because in Wang Le's eyes, the so-called magic potion medicine and other cultivation resources are ultimately foreign objects.

Moreover, under such a background of time and space, Qu Jinghong wants to cope with various dangerous variables that he may face, and he must rely on Wang Le.

Otherwise, it is very likely that it will be difficult to do so.

It is for this reason that Wang Le believes that Qu Jinghong will not risk offending himself, and will take the medicines he found and the medicines for his own possession.

Of course, if Wang Le's idea is wrong, he can only recognize it by pinching his nose.

In this way, Wang Le continued to stand in place, her black and white eyes were staring at the real Huanglong in the portrait, as if to see a flower.

From the beginning to the end, Wang Le did not show that he would search the small rooms on the left and the right like Qu Jinghong.

Of course, Wang Le is not just to appreciate the real Huang Long in the portrait of Zhongtang.

But after Wangcai entered the lobby, he didn't go to other small rooms at all. He kept spinning around in the room. The tiger's beard on his mouth was shaking like rhythmic frequency.

Wang Le, who is familiar with Wang Cai's habits, can see at a glance that the little guy has found it in the hall.

Otherwise, you won't linger in the hall without going to other places.

It's just that we can't get in right now.

Facing such a stalemate, although Wang Le maintained sufficient patience, he still regretted that his delusional method could not be performed here.

"Even if the delusional method can be performed here, it may not be useful, after all, the Mahayana monk's handwriting is unpredictable!"

Wang Le couldn't help feeling in his heart.

You know, after coming to the Eternal Star, it is not the first time that the delusional eye-perspective ability has failed.

So it is not strange or unexpected to continue to fail here.

As Wang Le quietly waited, Qu Jinghong walked out of the room with disappointment.

When Wang Le saw this, he guessed that the other party had found nothing, otherwise it was not like that.

Without waiting for Wang Le to ask, Qu Jinghong looked to this side and said with a bitter smile and distressed: "Yao Ding has not seen the medicine, but I have found a lot of rare materials for refining the medicine, but it took too long. Relations have dried up and withered. "

After a pause, Qu Jinghong continued with a look of depression: "Among them, there are purple baby fruits, and there are a lot of them, all of them have only the kernels."

"Not to mention that there are other rare fruits and flowers, such as a Liushen daffodil that has been almost extinct outside the world, and can be used to refine Zengshendan."

"Zengshendan?" Wang Le face looked blank, apparently never heard of it.

When Qu Jinghong saw this, he immediately explained: "Zengshendan is used to compensate for the consciousness that may be severely damaged in the process of promotion or in the process of promotion to a higher level."

"More specifically, no matter the monks of our generation or those demons, once the spirits are damaged, it is difficult to recover as before, and Zengshendan is one of the few rare elixir that can restore the wounded spirits!"

Having said that, Qu Jinghong lamented sadly: "As long as this girl brings back a daffodil of six gods, and she does not walk side by side in the teaching from now on, she will at least become the first person of the new generation and have a bright future It is even brighter! "

When Wang Le saw Qu Jinghong's distressed look, he couldn't help but laugh: "It seems that the six gods daffodils are very important to a great person in your teaching!"

The strange color flashed in Qu Jinghong's eyes, and then he smiled frankly: "Brother Wang is really smart."

"Yes, there is indeed an elder in the teaching that caused the soul to be severely damaged because of the cultivation of the secret method, and there is no way to heal it with the power of the whole teaching."

"If there are these six gods daffodils, the problem of the elder spirit being damaged will naturally be solved!"

Having said that, Qu Jinghong couldn't help but sighed again with a helpless expression: "If no Liushen daffodil is found, then only its withered flower stamens are left, and the effect is completely useless!"

Wang Le could only comfort each other and said, "Since you can find the Liushen daffodil here, there may be planting the second and third plants nearby, or even more!"

Qu Jinghong couldn't help rolling his eyes and sneered: "You think this is planting vegetables! But the six daffodils that have been planted outside!"

Wang Le retorted in disapproval: "You said it was outside, but it may not be here."

"After all, this Dongfu space has been around for at least ten thousand years, and it is quite normal to find some extinct flowers and trees."

"Of course the six gods daffodils are no exception."

Although Wang Le was right, Qu Jinghong still made two unbelievable huh, and then turned to open the second small room next door and continued the search.

When Wang Le saw this, he looked away and continued to wait.

In the process of Wang Le and Qu Jinghong's coming to me, Wangcai never stopped and searched the entire hall relentlessly.

Just when Wang Le thought Wangcai would find no clue at one and a half, and then stood still and closed his eyes, he suddenly saw the little man finally stopped, squatted under the middle hall, and stared up at the portrait of the Huanglong Taoist hanging above.

"Roar!"

Wang Cai opened his eyes in a low, roaring sound of excitement, then looked at Wang Cai, and then looked at the portrait of the Huanglong Taoist hanging on the middle hall.

"Can it be a problem with this portrait?"

While Wang Lexin was in doubt, his feet were not slow, and he jumped forward directly and took the portrait down.

The whole process is clean and neat.

When the portrait of the Huanglong Taoist got in his hand ~ www.readwn.com ~ Wang Le almost fell to the ground without holding it.

"A piece of torn paper is so heavy. What a joke ?!"

While muttering, Wang Le murmured in his eyes, and looked at this portrait of the Huanglong Taoist man with brilliant light in his eyes.

But still nothing!

"Unfortunately, my own sense of God is suppressed and constrained here and cannot be used. I can only go outside and use the knowledge to investigate and see if there are any holes in it!"

Wang Le muttered helplessly secretly.

Between the thoughts, Wang Le's gaze was locked on the duster in the hands of Huanglong Taoists.

Vaguely, Wang Le always felt that the dust from Huanglong Taoists was strange.

However, it can't be said in detail, so I can only wait to get out of the Dongfu space.

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