How can a fairy be a villain?

Chapter 69 Great Tonic!

dishes and bowls clanging,

Looking at the turbulent and dry face in front of him, Zhu Huan'an's complexion faded, and he poured the wine himself.

This guy.
"Apart from Yanzhou, how many leaders do you have to offer gifts?"

Hearing Zhu Huan'an's question, Gan Rong took out an embroidered scarf and wiped his mouth, and replied unhurriedly:

"This time, all nine leaders have sent people here."

"Maybe some people have already arrived earlier, maybe my things are precious, so I walked a little slower."

Zhu Huan'an remained silent, glanced at the group of wrestlers who were walking past Guandie Tower, and noticed the statue covered by the red cloth.

"What did you send?"

Gan Rong followed his gaze and smiled slightly: "A statue of a goddess."

"This statue was collected by my adoptive father in a unique and fierce place when he traveled to the Liansha Kingdom in his early years."

"This statue has been placed in the main hall for more than a hundred years. It's a pity that the adoptive father couldn't see the way to it, so today he borrowed flowers to present the Buddha."

Zhu Huanan frowned slightly.

If what several Rong said is true, then this gift is indeed precious, after all, his adoptive father is not unusual.

Even among the leaders of the Kyushu League, he is still a strong man who can be ranked in the top three, and he is a true and perfect innate saint.

The Kyushu League is different from ordinary sects. It is not a monolithic one like the Abandoned Sword Villa, but more like an alliance of countless strong men, sects, and even big families.

It's just that this alliance is unified under the manipulation of the powerful behind the scenes, and it is governed by nine leaders, and there are several supreme beings above the leaders to protect them.

Zhu Huan'an didn't figure it out, the Kyushu League, which has always devoured the world, has always been worried about the stubbornness of the Abandoned Sword Villa, why the old man came to the birthday party to curry favor.

And it's not the selfishness of one or two leaders, but all of them.

It's hard not to think of whose will
Taking a sip of wine, Zhu Huan'an only prayed that his old man would live another few hundred years, and not rush to reincarnate so quickly.

"Speaking of which, brother Zhu has also broken through the sky, congratulations."

Gan Rong spoke suddenly, he sat down and leaned on the grand master's chair with his arms folded behind his head, looking very comfortable.

"I think that when we met two years ago, we both locked Jiuzhong just now. It's just a pity that there is no ring in that palace, otherwise Brother Zhu should have dragged him into a competition."

Zhu Huan'an grinned: "If you want to compete, you can do it here."

Hearing this, Qianrong laughed dumbly, and shook his head helplessly:

"Brother Zhu misunderstood, I'm not that martial idiot, I never get into fights for no reason."

"Besides, there is no enmity between you and me. Instead of treating each other as enemies, it's better to call each other friends."

"I think it will be a good story after we achieve the sainthood."

Zhu Huan'an remained expressionless, unmoved by these words, and asked instead: "Oh?"

"Then what is the enmity between the holy son of the Kyushu League and you?"

"I heard that you pushed him very hard. It seems that you have something. The appearance of a hidden dragon."

Hearing this, Gan Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, restrained his tenderness, and bent down in front of the table.

"Brother Zhu's words are wrong"

"There is only one Holy Son of the Nine Provinces League, and he has taken my place, so what should I do?"

"That can only be, that can only be"

"Kill him to death."

Zhu Huan'an's wine glass was hanging in the air, and his eyes were fixed on the rim of the glass.

The surrounding air seemed to be silent, the wind rustled, leaving only dry echoes.

Drive him to death.
forced to die..
Snapped!
Gan Rong patted the table, pointed at Zhu Huan'an and laughed loudly: "Brother Zhu, you must have been fooled by me!"

"I'm lying to you, it's not that easy to win the Holy Son! It's also the appearance of a hidden dragon, haha"

"Hahaha"

Seeing Gan Rongxiao's tears streaming down, Zhu Huan'an lost interest. Since he knew what he wanted to inquire about, he picked up the black knife and got up slowly before turning around and leaving.

"Hey!"

Gan Rong suddenly opened his hands and said with a smile: "I will stay here for three to five days, if Brother Zhu wants to find me, just come."

"You are one of the few people I recognize."

Zhu Huan'an just shook his neck casually, tightened the sable fur on his body, and hurried away from the Butterfly Tower with a knife in his hand.

Watching Zhu Huan'an's back, Qian Rong's eyes gradually turned cold, and he sighed and looked indifferently at the night scene outside.

"The rabbit is short of black and white, so it doesn't matter if you win or lose"

It was late at night, and the streets were snowing like velvet.

Murong Jingyan was sitting in a guest room, leaning against the window lattice, flipping through the cheat books in her hand by the light of the restaurant opposite.

"Kyushu League, Immortal No. [-] Taoism."

""Point of God""

After carefully reading it for a long time, Murong Jingyan has roughly understood the truth, but it is very difficult to implement it.

Because it is marked in black and white, the first one is that the body lock must be completely broken through to be able to bear the load of this Taoism.

Now Murong Jingyan has broken through five ground locks, namely the limbs and chest, except for the ninth Cheng Tian Ling lock, which is about the mind, the rest are shackles that imprison the treasures of the body.

"My ground lock is much thicker than that of ordinary monks. I hope that I can break through and get the next year's horse and moon."

The little yellow duck was also standing on Murong Jingyan's shoulder at the moment, it was bored and watched "The Hand of the Magician" for a long time, and couldn't help but show a look of approval.

"This cheat book is not bad, even I have seen that it is too ingenious and clumsy. If it is improved, it can even be called Human Immortal Art, oh no, it is possible for True Immortal Art."

"So powerful?" Murong Jing tilted her head, thinking that the little yellow duck was drawing big cakes.

"Why did I lie to you, it's just that the secret technique of the five emperors is a bit strange, and it needs to be practiced with waste blood that is far away from the blood of the five emperors."

"Back then, the evil cultivator planned to assassinate his colleagues and broke into the Library Pavilion of the Nine Provinces League. If he hadn't been lucky enough to find this Taoism that matches his waste physique, he would have been slaughtered."

"Fortunately, he got carried away and exposed his traces, so he died in the end!"

Hearing the little yellow duck's schadenfreude, Murong Jingyan couldn't help but sigh with emotion, that evil sage is really bad, but I have to say it's quite inspirational.

"Although it is a practice prepared for waste, you are different."

"You are the sixth emperor's bloodline, extremely pure, this exercise is a godsend to you!" Little Yellow Duck said excitedly.

"If you cast it in the form of a fairy and demon, I'm afraid that you will become a saint in the future, and it can also be your signature spell."

Murong Jingyan exhaled a sigh of relief, and her eyes were shining with brilliance.

"However, I haven't unlocked all the chains of my body, so I can't practice."

The little yellow duck poked his head and said with big and small eyes:

"What the hell, don't you have two pieces of holy blood, don't you need to keep them to have a son?"

Murong Jingyan rolled her eyes, and took out two purple drop-shaped crystals from the soles of her shoes.

"I must use it, mainly"

"This holy blood can be used to summon your dharma body. If it is really a life-and-death crisis, it is one of the few ways I can save my life."

The little yellow duck put his hips on his hips and persuaded him:
"You are indeed alert and cautious, but don't forget that the most important person in this world is yourself!"

"If you are not strong enough, others can save you once, but they cannot save you a second time."

Hearing this, Murong Jingyan nodded slightly, picked up a crystal between two fingers and placed it in front of her eyes.

"exactly."

"Then I'll use one first and see how it works."

The little yellow duck fluttered to the window lattice in satisfaction, looked up and said:

"Speaking of which, you are young, how can you be so cautious."

"Even for the evil cultivator who looks forward and backward, if he has this opportunity, he will definitely swallow it in one gulp. There are not many monks who can maintain reason in the face of strength."

Murong Jingyan sighed, half of her long hair was dyed white by the snow outside the window, and slowly exhaled a handful of mist.

"When a person is in his prime, he has to leave a way out after all, let alone."

"I'm just a worthless mess in troubled times now."

rumble,

Just when Murong Jingyan was about to take the holy blood, she suddenly felt a slight tremor in the inn.

"what happened?"

Murong Jingyan looked down, and saw a dozen or so men with big arms and round waists passing by carrying a sedan chair, as if they were going to enter the empty house opposite.

On the street, there were many monk guards dressed in the Nine Provinces League to clear the field, and there was a Tianfeng who seemed to be aware of his gaze and looked up at the inn.

Murong Jingyan turned her head quickly, not wanting to get into trouble for nothing.

Just turning her head, Murong Jingyan saw the little yellow duck staring down in a daze.

"Yes, it is a supplement"

Murong Jingyan tucked the cheat book into her waist, leaned over and asked, "What did you say?"

The little yellow duck turned his head, jumped excitedly, and shouted: "The thing covered under the red cloth is a great tonic for me!"

"If you eat it, this seat will not only be able to repair the old injury of the soul of the magic weapon, but even have the opportunity to go to a higher level, and resonate with this seat's immortal monument!"

"In this way, more magical powers can be recovered!"

Hearing the little yellow duck's words, Murong Jingyan leaned sideways by the window again, squinted her eyes and looked towards the street

Several strong men were blushing, carefully carrying the red sedan chair, and slowly walked into the mansion under the escort of the monk Tianfeng.

"Well, this great tonic"

"How do you eat?"

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