[Crossing] The swordsmith of the god of immortality

"Milk, spit it out!" Su Shaobai anxiously grabbed the milk dumpling's chin, trying to make it open its mouth so that it could pick out the bead.

Unexpectedly, Milk turned his head to dodge his master's hand desperately, refusing to open his mouth.The white falcon hovered above their heads, not chirping twice, as if they were watching a joke.

"Xiaobai!" The man in the black cloak waving his fan gave his hands a pause, and looked at the man in the black cloak who was squatting on the ground to compete with his own white hair ball.It’s okay to say that the spirit beasts look alike, but the one who calls his spirit pet “milk” is probably the only one in the entire Eastern Emperor Continent.

When the green swordsmith was distracted, Milk immediately raised his head and swallowed the beads stuck in his throat.Then he stopped struggling and opened his mouth casually, blinking innocently at his master with sapphire-like eyes.

Su Shaobai: ……………

Who did this scoundrel learn from?

Just when Su Shaobai was choked speechlessly by it, the temperature of the milk under his palm suddenly began to rise sharply, and red light and shadow appeared around the edges of his eyes.

"Not good," the one who was shaking the fan also put away the fan and squatted down, stretched out three fingers to rest on the side of Milk's neck, "take it back quickly. Don't forget to take the tool stone for the stone face." Lingzhu is a spirit beast Breathing out the aura of the world and self-cultivation, to a certain extent, it is the aura mass in the monk's dantian, which contains most of the aura of the spirit beast during its lifetime.Not only is the concentration of spiritual energy tens to hundreds of times higher than that of high-grade spirit stones, but it is also easier to absorb than spirit stones, similar to the difference between breathing air and pure oxygen, so monks like to collect spirit beads for cultivation.Of course, as spirit beasts, the aura in the pearls can also be used by milk. Judging by the way it is now, it should be because it has swallowed too much aura. If it cannot be used, it will explode in a short time and died.

Nangong Hao reached out to hold the milk in his arms, and hurriedly walked towards the inn.The white falcon flew far above his head, Su Shaobai and Feng Er followed closely behind, and the taciturn one who followed Feng Er stopped, turned around and took the two Wanxia stones from the temporary booth of Xiajin cloak into it. In your storage ring.The stall owner had already experienced the six spirit beads put down by Su Shaobai, three of fire, one of water, and two of metal. He was full of aura, so he accepted all the beads with a smile and put away the stall contentedly.

Back in the inn room, the body temperature of the milk was as hot as charcoal, and the eyes turned a strange rosemary purple. Feng Er took out three kinds of pills and melted them in the water, and asked Su Shaobai to pour them down.Although the milk's body temperature was high, it was in good spirits. It licked the potion clean with Su Shaobai's hand, and the hot tongue made Su Shaobai frown.Bai Falcon also landed on the bed, staring at it worriedly.

"Pay attention to protect it, so that the aura in its body doesn't explode." Feng Er ordered calmly.Resolutely, he took out a golden medicine stove that was only half the size of a palm, and threw a dozen or so things down in one breath. It was strange to say that, according to the volume of the medicine stove, it should overflow after he threw two or three things. At this moment, there are more than ten kinds of things installed, but it is still very empty.

"boom"!Feng Er didn't shy away from it, and activated the pill fire in front of several people, only to see a light green flame emanating from his left palm, like the first touch of emerald green in spring, the color is fresh and eye-catching, pleasant and pleasant.The light green flame envelops the small medicine stove warmly, burning blazingly.

According to Feng Er's order, Su Shaobai stretched out his hand to touch Milk's back, and before he could put his spiritual power in, he was so scalded that his teeth grinned and his face was distorted.The white falcon stretched out its beak to touch the side of Milk's neck, wanting to help, but it was too hot to flap its wings and back away.Now Milk also knows that she has caused trouble, she hangs her head and keeps licking Su Shaobai's palm for forgiveness.

Nangong Hao silently squeezed Su Shaobai's wrist away, and put his right hand on it.The little cook rubbed his crimson hot palms, pursed his lips and stared suspiciously at Master Jianxiu, who was checking the milk's spiritual energy without changing his face, is it hot?Really not hot?

"For the time being, there are only two sticking phenomena, so it's not a big problem." Ignoring the searchlight-like gaze, Nangong Hao turned his head and frowned at the alchemist.Among them, only Feng Er is the most proficient in medical theory.

"Help it stabilize." Feng Er answered unceremoniously, holding his breath and concentrating, the pill fire in his palm became more intense.The one who followed Feng Er spontaneously stood at the door of the room, carefully watching the movement around him, silently protecting the alchemy for someone.

There are probably no veterinarians in this world, and now we can only pin our hopes on Feng Er.Probably because of the pain in the body, Milk is not as energetic as before, lying on the bed weakly with his chin resting on his front paws, his eyes that have completely turned purple looked at Su Shaobai pitifully, and mourned with a guttural voice Humming, his body twitched from time to time.

"Milk, hold on! As long as you hold on, I won't scold you if you burn anything in the future!" Don't die, really don't die. He has done it all, but at the same time, he is smart and sensible, coquettish and cute, taking care of it as the master.Couldn't have been more caring!Su Shaobai's eyes were sore, his heart felt like someone was cutting flesh with a blunt knife, the pain was terribly painful.He didn't care about the heat, and kept stroking its forehead to cheer it up.Like a rattle drum, he turned his head from time to time to look at the small medicine stove in Feng Er's palm, hoping that he could quickly make a useful pill.

It wasn't until an hour and a half later that Feng Er's elixir came out and Su Shaobai fed it with milk, then its body temperature gradually stabilized, and the restless spiritual power in its body also stabilized.

"The aura of that spirit bead is too large for it, and now I can only help it suppress it temporarily. Before it fully uses up the aura, this kind of fever will happen from time to time." Feng Er rubbed the center of his brows, The remaining dozen or so pills were handed over to Su Shaobai to put them away. "I'll go to the room next door for a rest, and we'll go to the North Field to have a look at it in the evening." Before meeting Su Shaobai and Nangong Hao, he had already wandered around the South Field for a long time, and there was basically nothing that caught his eye.The rock-solid guard at the door followed him and walked out.

Su Shaobai chased him out, hesitantly grabbed Feng Er's arm, "Is there any medicine for burns?"

"scald?"

"Nangong Hao's hand must have been burned just now. His hand is for holding a sword, so nothing can go wrong." Su Shaobai lowered his head. Nangong Hao's temper, probably full of blisters, would not make a sound.

"I wish he could lose his hand!" Feng Er raised the corners of his eyes, raised the corners of his lips happily, and sighed again when he saw Su Shaobai's appearance, and took out two thin-necked gold-painted porcelain bottles, one red and one white, "red for internal use , the white one is melted with warm water and applied on hands. Hey, what a waste!"

Sure enough, Su Shaobai forced Nangong Hao to turn up the palm of his right palm to see that there were at least seven or eight burns on the pads between his fingers.Nangong Hao was a little embarrassed and wanted to cover it up, but Su Shaobai grabbed his wrist, "If you don't handle it properly now, if you fight with someone these two days, are you going to let me do it?"

Lord Jin raised his eyebrows, indicating that he had no pressure at all holding the sword.

"Don't move. Do you remember how you promised me in the whirling mirror sky?" Su Shaobai pressed his hand and painted the white potion on it three times before mercifully letting the animal go. palm.Another red pill was given to him, "Take it quickly, the tetanus will be over if the wound is infected!"

Nangong Hao raised his eyebrows. This was the second time he had heard the word "tetanus". The little cook would often say some unbelievable words plausibly, with strange meanings, "Where is your hometown?"

Su Shaobai froze all over when he heard the words, his pupils constricted.Milk was tossed until he was dying, and now he was lying on the bunk to rest weakly.White Falcon accompanied it, touching Milk's ears with its paws from time to time.The slanting light lightly penetrates Zhuhu, illuminating half the room, silently.The whole room suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Nangong Hao waited patiently for him to speak, there was no trace of impatience on his handsome face.

"Uh, it's very far away..." The little cook could only reluctantly speak. He secretly looked it up. It is said that there is a secret method of "moving souls" in magic cultivation, which can forcibly kill the original soul and seize the body. This is the world of monks. The common taboo is punishable by everyone.He is an incompatible strand of wandering soul from another world. This matter is the biggest secret in his life. If he speaks out, I am afraid that people will either think him crazy or kill him on the spot as a devil.

If Nangong Hao knew that he came from "Shifting Soul", he would definitely kill him as a demon cultivator without saying a word, right?

Lord Jianxiu nodded, and did not ask any further questions.

Feng Er said lightly, Su Shaobai waited in his room, and he didn't come over until it was time to light the lamp, so he had to drag Nangong Hao to find him.

"Crack!" Something slammed on the door from the inside, and fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered, startling Su Shaobai who was outside the door.Feng Er is getting up angry?So violent!

"Who?" asked angrily.

"...It's me, Su Shaobai." If I had known earlier, I might as well leave Zhang Xinfu behind, and go directly with Master Jianxiu.Su Shaobai silently looked at Nangong Hao beside him, his eyebrows were so sad that they fell into a figure eight shape.

Hearing that it was him, there was no movement inside the door, only a faint rustling sound.Su Shaobai and Nangong Hao stood at the door for half a cup of tea before someone came to open the door.

The man was wearing black clothes, with a hint of hostility in his young and handsome brows, a blue long sword tied on his back, and a green tassel dangling behind his shoulder, he looked like he was also a famous swordsman.

Su Shaobai was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this person should be the one who was wearing a cloak and protecting Feng Er just now, "I'm sorry, Su Shaobai, this is Nangong Hao. I was in a panic just now, so I didn't have time to introduce him."

The young man raised his eyebrows, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he glanced at Nangong Hao behind Su Shaobai with high fighting spirit, "Please trouble me for a long time, it will be at the end of next summer."

"Stop talking nonsense." Feng Er came over, and impatiently threw a black cloak to Xia Mo, her phoenix eyes slightly raised, with the laziness of Xiao Mian who had just woken up.

Xia Mo obediently put the cloak on his body, obviously he didn't have a good face or a good tone. For some reason, Su Shaobai just felt that Feng Er's words and deeds towards this sword cultivator showed a strange intimacy.

Tickets for the North Field are more expensive, asking for five high-quality spirit stones per person is simply stealing money.Su Shaobai felt distressed while paying the money, but the few people next to him were all calm and natural, and at first glance, they were all masters who didn't pay attention to five high-quality spirit stones.Someone who once worried about the five hundred copper coins felt depressed at that moment that he should immediately draw a line with the rich second generations around him.

After two steps into the door, Feng Er casually threw a bag of spirit stones to the golden-armored guard who led the way, "Take us to the third floor."

Inside is an open-air football field-sized field, with a platform as high as a person in the middle, which is about the same size as a boxing ring, and is illuminated by fluorite hanging above it. The boat-shaped spiritual weapon displayed on it just happened to be sold. Spiritual beads.The viewing seats are located in the three-storey tube building surrounding the venue. Looking up, the first and second floors are scattered seats. At this moment, many people are already bustling. The third floor is a private room with carved beams and painted buildings. In a few rooms, there are people standing by the windows, looking at the high platform below.

Seeing the boat-shaped spiritual weapon, Su Shaobai patted Nangong Hao's arm, and pointed it out to him. If I remember correctly, this is the middle-grade scarlet product refined by a casual practitioner at the Hundred Weapons Conference a few days ago. "A blue boat against the current".Unexpectedly, he was taken to the Barter Conference in a blink of an eye.Nangong Hao nodded lightly, and it was indeed the "Blue Boat Against the Water".

They had just walked into a private room on the west side and sat down when the sound of drums came from downstairs, and it became more and more rapid, like a person changing from a slow jog to a speeding sprint, when Feng Er pushed open the window, the sound of the drums As soon as it stopped, the gong sounded, and another thing was pushed onto the high platform.

Hanging on the shelf was a gleaming white silk dress.It looks like the Zen robe that monks often wear inside, but the material is a little special, plain and without grain, and it looks gorgeous.

"Golden silkworm armor, this thing is finely woven with the silk spun by golden silkworms that have been spun for thousands of years. It is invulnerable to water and fire, and can resist attacks of five attributes. Only monks in the late stage of Golden Core can break this armor."

"Armor? It's a good thing to wear into the Biluo Secret Realm." The phoenix eyes of the young man leaning against the window moved slightly, and he raised his voice, "The best red panacea, five." As soon as he said, there was an uproar downstairs.

The Chiling Pill can strengthen the base and smooth the veins, bring the dead back to life, and if the monks below the Nascent Soul are injured, as long as they keep their breath, taking this medicine can quickly restore more than 50.00% of their aura.This person actually shot five.

Su Shaobai stared at Feng Er's back, what did it just say, Biluo Secret Realm?Could it be that Feng Er is going to the Biluo secret realm?