The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

The seemingly boiling water poses no threat to Hu Tutu who is in the elixir formation stage.

But after the medicinal power of the spiritual grass inside was stimulated, it entered Hu Tutu's body, making Hu Tutu feel hot all over.

It's like sleeping on a hot kang in the summer, covered with a quilt and hugging the stove.

"It's so hot! Wuwuwu, Third Senior Brother, I don't want to soak anymore!" Hu Tutu was lying on the edge of the pot with a towel on his head, his face was red, and he looked at Chen Changsheng who was controlling the heat with a grimace.

"You can't do it, little junior sister, if you keep persisting, you will have enough for two hours soon." Chen Changsheng said without mercy.

Hu Tutu turned over and sat in the pot bitterly, feeling very depressed: "I'm so hungry, wuwuwu┭┮﹏┭┮."

Hu Tutu, who had gone beyond the grains during the pill formation stage, no longer needed to eat, but the good habit of eating three meals a day developed in the small mountain peak still made her feel her stomach growling on a conditioned reflex.

"No, grandpa said that he would be a full man even if he died!" Hu Tutu glanced at the medicinal bath that exuded a strong medicinal fragrance, and licked his tongue. It smelled okay, and the taste should be pretty good, right?

Hu Tutu picked up a handful of potion and took a sip. The scent of the spiritual grass gave him an indescribable sense of satisfaction, which instantly made him feel refreshed.

"Zi Liu... wu wu wu... grandpa... ba ji ba ji... wu wu wu... smudge me... zi liu..." It’s about to be cooked…”

"Senior brother, does it really have to take that long?" Xiao Feng, who was squatting under the stove to light the fire, looked at Hu Tutu who was crying and drinking potion and looked at Chen Changsheng with some unbearability and asked.

Chen Changsheng looked at Hu Tu Tu with a smile and said: "Tu Tu, you are very talented, but she is just a little too lazy. She has already reached the stage of forming pills, but you don't even know how to control a sword. How can you treat her like this?" There is no benefit in saying anything, and I urge her like this for her own good in the future."

Xiao Feng looked at the already drunk Hu Tutu lying on his back in the pot, with a satisfied look on his face, and said with a fond smile: "Sister, you don't have to work so hard. As long as I...we are here, no one can do it." Hurt her!"

Chen Changsheng glanced at Xiao Feng strangely and said, "We can protect her for a while, but what about the rest of her life? She must have her own way."

Xiao Feng nodded and added more firewood to the fire obediently.

Chen Changsheng looked at Xiao Feng and felt more and more weird. Could it be that Junior Brother Xiao in front of him hasn't realized that Tutu is a fox?

The future emperor of the human race can't even see the true form of a spirit fox?

Chen Changsheng shook his head and kept staring at the fire. When Hu Tutu, who had been boiling for two hours, was taken out of the iron pot, Chen Changsheng took it out.

Hu Tutu had already fallen into a deep sleep. Chen Changsheng pinched his hand and threw a cleaning technique on Hu Tutu.

Hu Tu's clothes gradually became dry, and the remaining medicinal residue on his body disappeared.

"I'll take TuTu back to the room to rest. You drink the potion in the pot!" Chen Changsheng said to Xiao Feng while holding Hu Tutu.

"Ah? Shall I drink this?" Xiao Feng asked, pointing at himself in astonishment.

"Yes, it would be a pity to throw away this potion. Moreover, this potion can nourish the five divine beasts behind you. Drinking it will be good for you!" Chen Changsheng said to Xiao Feng as he walked.

Xiao Feng looked at the pot of potion in front of him and fell into deep thought.

The little senior sister just soaked in it for two hours, and she still wants to drink the bath water?

Little senior sister’s bath water?

That doesn’t seem impossible!

Xiao Feng's face turned red. He shook his head to get rid of the dirty thoughts in his mind. He bulged his muscles in his hands and picked up the iron pot full of potion. He opened his mouth and drank it all.

Late at night, there was silence on the small mountain peak.

Under the moonlight, Bai Feiyu, dressed in white, opened his door and walked towards Leng Qingsong's room.

Walking to the door, Bai Feiyu knocked on Leng Qingsong's door and said, "Second Senior Brother, I have something to say to you!"

"Come in!" Leng Qingsong's voice came from the room.

Bai Feiyu pushed open Leng Qingsong's door and walked in. He turned around and closed the door. When he turned around and saw the layout of the room, Bai Feiyu was stunned for a moment.

The room was filled with wooden boards and tiles, as well as various repair tools.

Hammers, shovels, saws, planes... you name it.

This doesn't look like a swordsman's room. It's a bit exaggerated to say it's a carpenter's room.

Leng Qingsong sat cross-legged on his bed and looked at Bai Feiyu in confusion and asked, "What's the matter?"

Bai Feiyu looked at Xizhou, found a bench and sat across from Leng Qingsong, looked at Leng Qingsong seriously and said, "Second senior brother, I have my own reasons for not going to the Immortal Secret Realm."

Leng Qingsong nodded and said, "I understand!"

Bai Feiyu looked at Leng Qingsong, who had a stern face, and understood that the second senior brother in front of him was just cold-faced and warm-hearted.

His fellow seniors get along day and night. In fact, even if he doesn't explain himself, Leng Qingsong understands him.

"Senior brother, after you came back from the human world, have you become a swordsman?" Bai Feiyu asked.

Leng Qingsong nodded and replied: "Yes."

Sure enough, just as he had guessed, the path Leng Qingsong was going to take in front of him was exactly the path he had walked in his previous life.

But it was because he had walked this path that Bai Feiyu decided to come tonight to stop Leng Qingsong and prevent Leng Qingsong from making the same mistakes as him!

That road leads to no end at the end!

Bai Feiyu looked at Leng Qingsong and said, "Second senior brother, have you ever thought that one day your sword will break?"

Leng Qingsong glanced at Bai Feiyu strangely and looked inside his Dantian. As a junior, he was only in the Dandan stage, so how could he know that his own flying sword had been broken by his own hands?

Leng Qing loosened his mouth and said, "I've thought about it."

"Huh? Have you thought about it?" Bai Feiyu, who was about to speak, was stunned when he heard Leng Qingsong's answer.

Sword cultivators are arrogant, and sword cultivators who want to become the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords are even more arrogant!

How could they have ever thought that their sword would break? They would just cut everything off without hesitation!

People on this road believe extremely that the sword in their hand can cut off everything in the world!

So Leng Qingsong thought about it, and Bai Feiyu couldn't fix it. Bai Feiyu scratched his head and asked: "How could senior brother ever think that the sword in his hand would break?"

Leng Qingsong was stunned by Bai Feiyu in front of him. Didn't this junior brother know that his life sword was broken? Why are you still asking?

But Leng Qingsong still said honestly: "Because it's broken!"

Whoa!

Bai Feiyu stood up, looked at Leng Qingsong in disbelief and said in a voice:

"What did you say? Broken?!!"