The more the fairy suffers, the greater my cultivation will be

The old man was very happy.

Qin Shou walked into the alchemy room. Although the dwarf was unwilling, he could only stand aside angrily.

In the alchemy room, various strange medicinal fragrances filled the air, and the flames in the alchemy furnace rose. The old man stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Qin Shou with scrutiny.

Wei Yan, who was curled up on the ground, was originally full of sadness. When he caught a glimpse of the person who came in, the expression on his face first changed from sadness to shock.

However, this shock was only for a moment, and then it immediately turned into sadness like a tide, covering up his emotional changes.

At this moment, his heart was like a stormy sea, his thoughts were surging, and he recalled the conversation between several people outside just now, thinking in his heart: How could this fellow Qin Daoist be the disciple of the old man Wuwei?

It shouldn't be!

He clearly remembered that fellow Qin Daoist should be an outstanding disciple of a big sect, and the strength shown by fellow Qin Daoist was far beyond that of the old man Wuwei.

Fellow Qin Daoist could never be the disciple of the old man Wuwei.

Moreover, even if it was him, he could kill the old man Wuwei with a slap like pinching an ant.

It's just that the insidious old man Wuwei secretly drugged him and knocked him out while he was talking about love with a woman late at night, and then put several vicious seals into him to seal his Dantian spiritual power. If not for this, how could he end up being captured like this!

Feeling Wei Yan's gaze full of complex emotions, Qin Shou walked in slowly, but ignored him, and examined the strange herbs on display.

He carefully asked what these herbs were.

The old man was generous and methodically told Qin Shou the characteristics and effects of each herb one by one.

Until the end, Qin Shou raised his hand slightly and pointed at Wei Yan curled up on the ground, and said slowly: "Master Li, is this person the legendary human medicine?"

"Yes!" Li Ying glanced at Wei Yan expressionlessly, and then continued to concentrate on controlling the fire of the alchemy furnace.

"Oh! It's really novel. This is the first time I've seen that people can be used as medicine!" Qin Shou sighed softly, then turned his back inconspicuously, blinked quickly at Wei Yan, and sent him a voice message: "Daoyou Wei, please help me attract the attention of this old Taoist, I'll save you!"

When Wei Yan heard Qin Shou's voice message, he was immediately excited, as if it was a turbulent sea and it was difficult to calm down. He couldn't believe that a savior could come in this desperate situation.

Then, he shouted and cursed fiercely like a madman: "Gan Lin's mother! You beast, you want to make me into a pill... I'm your mother"

His ferocious expression and vulgar shouting echoed in the alchemy room.

At first, Li Ying could still calm down and continue to concentrate on making pills, but as Wei Yan's scolding became more and more unpleasant, later, even if he had a good heart, his chest gradually burned with anger!

"You gave birth to a son without an asshole!"

Wei Yan blurted out this dirty word, like a thunderbolt, which became the key to ignite the fuse of anger.

Li Ying was so angry that his gray beard stood up, "You are so vicious, I will definitely discipline you for your parents!"

After saying that, he quickly touched the bag on his waist, and a pill appeared in his hand instantly.

Qin Shou's spiritual eyes took a look and immediately identified the name of this pill - Dumb Pill! As the name suggests, once you take this pill, you will become dumb!

It seems that Li Ying was really scolded by Wei Yan and his blood was boiling, almost vomiting blood!

Qin Shou couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart.

Li Ying stepped forward quickly, pinched Wei Yan's chin, and forced his mouth open, pretending to stuff the Dumb Pill into Wei Yan's mouth.

Although Wei Yan didn't know what kind of elixir this was, he knew in his heart that it was definitely not a good thing.

He stared at Qin Shou with a horrified look, as if he was eager to tell Qin Shou, "I have done what you asked me to do, Qin Daoyou, it's time for you to save me!"

Qin Shou knew what to do at this moment without saying a word. At this moment, Li Ying was squatting on the ground with his back to him, fiddling with Wei Yan.

He took a step forward without hesitation, with a fierce murderous intent in his eyes.

His slender and powerful right hand suddenly pierced Li Ying's chest with lightning speed.

His palm accurately pinched Li Ying's still beating heart.

Then, the mysterious and terrifying Qinglian strange fire surged out from Qin Shou's palm, quickly spread along Li Ying's body, and instantly

His whole body was on fire.

But in less than a second, before Li Ying could even scream, he was burned to ashes by the raging fire, leaving only a grim skeleton.

This scene really made people see the powerful power of the fire, as if it was the most domineering existence in the world, which made people awed and frightened.

Wei Yan was stunned on the spot, and for a moment he was at a loss, and Li Ying's scattered ashes splashed on his face, making him look a little embarrassed and confused.

Then, Qin Shou slowly squatted down, and saw a trace of flame condensed on his fingertips.

He flicked his finger lightly, and the flame flew out like an arrow, instantly burning the tough rope tied to Wei Yan.

Wei Yan, who regained his freedom, was full of gratitude. He lowered his voice and whispered sincerely: "Thank you for saving my life, Qin Daoyou. You are my second parents! My gratitude to you is like the endless flow of the river... I..."

Qin Shou listened to the little mouth chattering, frowned slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, frightening Wei Yan to shut his mouth obediently.

Then, Wei Yan suddenly said: "My cultivation is sealed!"

Qin Shou stretched out his hand unhappily and clasped Wei Yan's wrist. A trace of spiritual power was injected into it. Wei Yan's skin, from chest to abdomen, emerged golden chains.

This should be the thing that sealed Wei Yan's cultivation.

Qin Shou frowned slightly, stretched out his hand unhappily, and clasped Wei Yan's wrist tightly.

Immediately, a trace of powerful spiritual power slowly injected into Wei Yan's body from his palm.

In an instant, a chain shining with golden light appeared on Wei Yan's skin from his chest to his abdomen. The chain twisted like a living thing, emitting a strange breath.

Without a doubt, this should be the thing that sealed Wei Yan's cultivation.

Qin Shou's spiritual eyes flashed slightly, and in a moment he had identified that this was a gold magic called the Soul Locking Technique.

And the method to crack it was simple, just use brutal and violent means to crack it.

Then, Qin Shou injected his violent and extremely hot fire spirit power into Wei Yan's body like a surging tide.

Under the fierce impact of the powerful fire spirit power, the golden chain immediately began to tremble violently.

Not long after, it gradually became as red as a red flame, and finally melted and disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Wei Yan could clearly feel the spiritual power in his body begin to flow smoothly again, and his originally nervous face suddenly bloomed with a smile as bright as the sun.

And the look he gave Qin Shou also changed a lot at this moment, just like a woman looking at her beloved husband with affection.

Qin Shou saw this and felt a strong chill in his heart. He showed a look of disgust and said hastily: "You boy, stay away from me, I'm not gay!"

"Gay? What do you mean!"

Wei Yan was at a loss, but the chilly feeling under his crotch made him come back to his senses in an instant. He lowered his voice and said to Qin Shou with the sound transmission technique: "Fellow Daoist Qin, give me a piece of clothes to wear." After hearing this, Qin Shou casually took out a piece of clothes from the storage bag and threw it to Wei Yan.

Just when the two of them had just relaxed, they suddenly heard a dull "bang" and the tightly closed door of the alchemy room was knocked open.

For a moment, dust rose and wood chips flew.

The black-faced strong man stood there like a fierce and evil spirit, and the evil spirit around him spread like a surging tide, which made people shudder.

Behind this strong man, there was a short dwarf. The dwarf's twisted face was full of pain, and he kept wailing: "It hurts! It hurts! Who will save me!"

The miserable cry echoed in the silent space, and it only lasted for one or two breaths, and then it stopped abruptly as if it was strangled.

Then, the dwarf slowly put down the hand covering his face.