Demon Concubine Yutian

Chapter 4787 How can this happen?
Ye Luo was speechless.

She left this guy with a whole storage bag of spirit boards for all his future exercises. .

But now there is not one left, this guy, did he break all the spirit boards?
That's a whole 5000 yuan spirit board!
"With the divine pattern I carved as a reference, you still haven't learned it?"

Ye Luo took out another spirit board and gave it to him, "Please engrave it for me to see."

Song Jiuqing took it, and the dark purple soul power condensed at the fingertips. When he poked the spirit board, the spirit board shattered with a click.

"..."

Ye Luo raised her forehead, "You are not suitable for learning this, so don't learn it."

It's been a whole day, and Song Jiuqing is still stuck in the progress of failing at one stroke.
According to this point of view, even if he is given a month, he will not be able to learn to carve the first stroke!

"No!"

Yan Jiuqing asked herself why the talent of the ages failed in this mere pupil technique!

"If you do it again, I will definitely learn."

The whole night of failure did not frustrate him, but instead aroused his desire to conquer.

"Wait until you go to detoxify."

Ye Luo kicked his chair, "I promised to spend an hour a day to detoxify, but you haven't detoxified yet, go quickly."

Yan Jiuqing followed Ye Luo's instructions and went to the Song family's clinic.

"You are Song Jiuqing, right?"

The pharmacist who was in charge of treating the disciples of the Song family saw Song Jiuqing, and immediately invited him in respectfully, "Old Song has explained that you are the disciple with fiery red hair, here are all disciples that we cannot heal, please You see, as for what you want, just say it."

"I don't need anything else, but I need to heal these people."

Song Jiuqing tilted his head, looked at the poisoned kid with hope on his face because of his arrival, "If you want to survive, prepare the mad spar."

Most of the poisonous disciples are senior disciples of the Song family, nothing else, as many mad spar as they want, and when they heard Song Jiuqing say this, they immediately generously donated their life savings , all contributed.

"Junior Song, brother here has 500 yuan of crazy spar, can you heal me first?"

"Go away, five hundred lunatic crystals just want to take one's life. Are you fantasizing? Junior Brother Song, I have 1000 yuan lunatic spar here. As long as you can cure me, it will be all yours!"

"Junior Brother Song, I have two thousand mad spar..."

"I have two thousand five..."

Devil's poison is very terrifying, especially those of them who have been deeply poisoned, and now they seem to be able to linger on their last breath. Maybe in the next second, the poison will invade the heart and die.

And they all knew that this pharmacist named Song Jiuqing only saved people for one hour a day.

There are hundreds of disciples here waiting for treatment. When death may come at any time, only by paying more can they have a chance to be cured by Song Jiuqing first, so none of the disciples dare to relent.

The asking price for the treatment was getting higher and higher, and in the end, it was even called eight thousand mad spar.

The voices of the disciples were like chirping birds, and Yan Jiuqing was tired of hearing it, and said loudly, "Shut up."

As he spoke, he casually grabbed a disciple's hand and began to detoxify him.

The caught disciple had an expression of being hit by a pie, and was so surprised that he couldn't believe it. When Song Jiuqing's treatment was over, he was so excited that tears filled his eyes, "Song, Junior Brother Song, thank you so much , I, I only have two thousand mad spar..."

(End of this chapter)