Wu Po Jiuxiao

Hearing the bursts of exclamations from around, Ba Xiao couldn't help showing a smug look on his face, but at the same time, the pain in his flesh was certain.

God bless Sheng Yuan Dan!

The eighth-grade elixir has only one effect, which is recovery. To restore a person's injuries, as long as they take this elixir, the recovery speed of the body's injuries will be reduced by at least half.

And to a large extent, it will also cause the possibility of quick recovery, so it can be said to be a life-saving holy medicine in martial arts, but even if he has an extraordinary status as the eldest prince, it is impossible to have so many. He has kept the eighth-grade elixir for a long time, and what is even more frightening is that once the Tianyou Shengyuan pill is taken at a bottleneck, it will greatly weaken the bottleneck, and even make it possible to break through.

For a while, the voices of the crowd were naturally not so strange.

"Hehe... Then I would like to thank the First Prince."

Ye Fantian will not refuse this kind of good thing delivered to your door, especially though his body is fine, but the eighth-grade elixir is not as common as the Chinese cabbage on the roadside, so it is hard to guarantee that he will use it in the future .

"Where is it... This is just a little wish of Xiaohuang."

Ba Xiao forcibly endured the pain in his heart, and forced a smile.

But he didn't realize that Yue Mingzhu beside him showed a sneer. As a staff member, he was more sensitive than others, so he could tell at a glance that Ye Fantian didn't show the slightest surprise or even surprise at all. look.

An eighth-rank elixir might be quite liked if it was placed in front of a great martial artist, but it might not be a big deal to a martial king-level powerhouse.

"Ye Wang is young, but he is already a martial king-level powerhouse. In the future, the Gale Dynasty will have to rely on Ye Wang to support it."

As soon as this remark was made, the communication stopped immediately, and everyone looked at Ye Fantian's face one after another.

"come yet?"

Ye Fantian said secretly, through this meeting, Ye Fantian has seen that the eldest prince in front of him will definitely not be a contender for the emperor, no matter in terms of manpower or material resources.

"Hehe... It's still too early to say that. I, Dafeng Dynasty Zhongke, not only have the powerhouses of the King of Martial Arts."

Only a martial king-level powerhouse would know about the Tibetan Sword Martial Lord, so Ye Fantian didn't say much, but even so, the people present were not fools, and they quickly understood Ye Fantian's intentions. What Brahma meant, his complexion suddenly became brighter.

"Could it be that... your country also has a strong man at the level of a Martial Lord?"

Ba Xiao couldn't help asking.

But after seeing the mysterious smile on Ye Fantian's face, he knew that there was no need to ask what he said.

After thinking of this, all the people present took a breath, thinking that Ye Fantian had never been timid in the face of the ancestor Laoyue, and it turned out that he had something to rely on.

But they never knew that what Ye Fantian relied on was not the hidden sword warrior, but himself and the magic palace behind him.