Lord, I am such a good person.

Push the time forward a little,

Just when Heiyun and Shiran were each using their magical powers,

In that dilapidated manor in the inner city, that room was filled with the rich fragrance of red pepper,

Of course, you have to ignore the blood stains all over the floor.

"Haha, what a Killing Temple, what a Killing Qi Power. If this young monk is used as the main medicine, the quality of this [Rose Ginseng Renqi Pill] will definitely be improved to a higher level."

The sound sounded like a cut in the throat, or like glass had been swallowed alive.

All in all, it sounds extremely harsh.

I saw Mr. Gao, who had a sarcoma on his head and a big belly, squatting next to a bronze alchemy cauldron with a smile, holding a sloppy fan in his right hand, and his left hand would reach into the alchemy cauldron from time to time to stir.

"Mr. Gao, I need to trouble you to keep taking action."

Just then,

Zhao Jia appeared outside the house with his fists clasped.

"Haha, okay, you don't need to tell me that I will take action. Materials of such good quality are not easy to find. You must not let your rotten earthworm destroy it."

Hearing the words in the room, Zhao Jia's face suddenly flashed with anger, but after thinking of the latter's cultivation and identity, he immediately put on a smile.

"What Mr. Gao said is absolutely true."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Zhao Jia saw the door of the room wide open.

Mr. Gao, who had his back turned to him, suddenly waved his broken fan,

"唳~"

A phantom of a white crane suddenly fluttered out from the fan, its fairy aura floating in the air, soaring into the sky like flowing clouds.

"The [Crane Immortal Life Preservation Sutra] indeed has magical powers. It looks like an immortal from the mortal world, but in fact it is a magic sutra that uses Taoist methods. He is worthy of being an expert from the great demon sect [Wanshou Sect]."

Just as Zhao Jia was sighing, the ethereal white crane appeared in the arena, and then lightly wiped away the attack of the black cloud and the big bloody handprint of relief.

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, please help yourself, I am still busy refining the elixir."

As he spoke, the door closed automatically again.

But at that moment when the door was closed,

Zhao Jia suddenly saw the opened corner of the bronze alchemy cauldron.

In the center of the cauldron filled with countless mist, sits a baby-like ginseng, white, plump, pink and tender.

But the next moment, this beautiful side suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a little old man who was as wrinkled as a dead tree. His body was rotten, covered with flies, and pus flowed horizontally.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Jia felt his scalp numb, and thinking of the elixir he had taken yesterday, a surge of acid water gushed out of his stomach;

"Haha, as a disciple of [Wanbao Tower], Mr. Zhao still can't see through this rotten skin? Boring, really boring."

A slightly sarcastic word immediately rang in his ears. Zhao Jia quickly suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and then saluted the closed door.

"My talent and knowledge are limited, which disappoints Mr. Gao. I still have some chores to deal with, so I will leave for now."

Just as Zhao Jia turned around and walked out of the manor,

Mr. Gao's words rang in his ears again, his tone was gentle, but to Zhao Jia it sounded like falling into an ice cellar.

"I came to the city at your invitation, Mr. Zhao. It stands to reason that all the human beings in this city should be included in my elixir cauldron and turned into part of the meat ginseng balls;

But Mr. Zhao, you said there was an ancient temple here, so you kidnapped most of the people from my hands and used them as firewood for the formation at your feet.

But now three or two days have passed. Mr. Zhao, where is the ancient temple you promised me? If it drags on any longer, I'm afraid the only ones waiting will be the so-called decent people from well-known families. "

"Gulu~"

His throat throbbed unconsciously, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Zhao Jia knew very well that his background in [Wanbao Tower] could not scare the crane demon in front of him at all. Even though both sects were named Wan,

But to a certain extent, the [Wanshou Sect] is even three points more powerful than the [Wanbao Tower].

"Mr. Gao, please rest assured. I already know the location of that ancient temple. All we have to do next is wait for more flesh and blood to gather, and then we can use the power of the formation to knock that ancient temple out of the shadows in one fell swoop."

After hearing what Zhao Jia said, Mr. Gao seemed to be in a good mood.

"Haha, that's very good. By the way, remember to keep that little monk for me. I didn't expect that there would be an unexpected surprise during this trip to find medicine. What a beautiful elixir head it is~"

"Yes~"

Holding his fists and bowing, Zhao Jia wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and walked out of the manor quickly.

………

On the other hand, it was said that after Mr. Feng appeared to stop the fighting, he pulled Shiran and walked all the way out of the arena.

"Haha, please forgive me, Master Shi. That guy, Lao Hei, has never been very smart. Don't pay attention to him. By the way, I'm afraid Master Shi is a little tired after the battle. Let's go. Although the city is a bit dilapidated now, there are good houses. There are quite a few.”

She had no idea why this guy was suddenly so enthusiastic towards her. Every time she wanted to talk, Mr. Feng cleverly changed the subject.

"S-Sir, please, please help me."

He looked down in relief,

I saw Zhou Yuan, the human race member from before, lying on the ground, but his lower body had disappeared at some point. At this moment, he was struggling to raise his hand towards him to grab it.

"Yo? Is this little thing not dead yet?"

Just when She Ran was complaining in his heart, Mr. Feng next to him had a look of displeasure on his face.

"Pa~"

A black light shot out from his sleeves,

"No~"

Only a scream was heard, and Zhou Yuan, who was dragging his upper body while crawling on the ground, instantly exploded into a puddle of minced flesh.

"Haha, I almost let this guy taint the master's eyes."

After hearing this guy's words, he looked at the broken limbs hanging everywhere with relief, and then looked back at the blood-soaked stands.

Then he nodded seriously towards Mr. Feng and said,

"It doesn't matter. Although the young monk is a bit tidy, he is really happy about this kind of scene. If Mr. Feng doesn't mind, the young monk is willing to..."

But before Sheng Ran finished speaking, Mr. Feng quickly spoke,

"No, no, how about Master Shi going to rest for a while? How about I stay until midnight and ask Master to discuss important matters?"

As he spoke, Mr. Feng suppressed the anger in his heart.

"If Mr. Gao hadn't said anything, I would have swallowed you up, a monk who doesn't know how to live or die."

"Ah, that's it. Then it's up to you, Mr. Xinfeng."

Turning around, he saw the bustling outer city again. He said with relief and licked his lips with regret, then nodded in agreement.

Under the arrangement of Mr. Feng, Shiran moved directly into the manor of the Zhou family. After the two were reluctant to leave at the door for a while, Shiran first drove away the woman arranged by the Zhou family, and then closed the door tightly and left. Entered the inner room.

But I just sat down on the futon,

"Runrenda, no, Master Shi, Master Shi!"

Hearing a strange but slightly familiar voice next to his ear, Shi Ran was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately reacted.

"Fat boy?"