Unparalled Medicine King

"Zhizhi..." the purple wing bat saw the people talking about so "happy" behind him. He beat and made a lot of noise and left himself in the cold, but he was a little dissatisfied.

When the eighth generation of Maoshan heard the sound, they just thought of the business. With a wave of one hand, a big golden character appeared and flew towards the purple winged bat. They disappeared into the purple winged bat's eyebrows.

"What are you playing with, I want to play with you, I want to play with you too..." the purple winged bat dances, but it speaks.

Four people are sweating

I didn't expect that a monster in aura would say such a sentence.

"This is a gift for you." The eighth generation of Maoshan looked at Song Tianxuan and said with a smile.

"The gift of meeting?" Song Tianxuan looked at some of the mentally retarded purple winged bats, and he didn't know what to say.

"I'm a gift. What's a gift?" The purple winged bat looked at the eighth generation of Maoshan and said.

"The gift is that you have to listen to him later, understand?" The eighth generation of Maoshan pointed to song Tianxuan and said, "you follow him, no, no, this one is not for you, it's her..."

The eighth generation of Maoshan patted his head, but it made song Tianxuan feel palpitating for a long time. He almost didn't get rid of him.

But the eighth generation of Maoshan pointed to yiziqi.

"Me?" Yi Ziqi is also surprised, do not know what this thing has to do with themselves.

"Well, it's for you. It's the first gift for the demon clan. People don't know who you are. How can I not know who you are?" All of a sudden, the eighth generation of Maoshan smiles like a child, squinting into a line, looking at Song Tianxuan and Yi Ziqi.

Song Tianxuan's heart was tight, and an ominous premonition spread all over his body. He turned to see Yi Ziqi.

Yi Ziqi saw this, in the heart that stubborn temper also came up, but she had to ask to understand: "gift? I can't afford the gift of a purple winged bat that has been extinct for thousands of years. "

Can also be a cool heart, he knows his identity?

But then she denied it. How could she know her identity at a glance?

And it's not that the gift is too big, but that it's too small. For the eighth generation of Maoshan, which makes all the three ethnic groups afraid, the gift is too shabby.

"This has been decided thousands of years ago. Just keep it," said the eighth generation of Maoshan with a smile.

Song Tianxuan was also puzzled and said, "master, don't play tricks. I didn't know until I became your apprentice that I was going to be chased by the three ethnic groups. I knew that I would not be the ninth generation of Maoshan."

"You little thing, Maoshan is yearning for young people. Do you know how strict the entrance examination of Maoshan is?" The eighth generation of Maoshan cheered. From the first generation to the eighth generation, this was the first one who didn't want to be Maoshan's disciple.

But if you think about it in your heart, it's no wonder that song Tianxuan's accomplishments are too low, so it's inevitable for him to complain.

He immediately adjusted his tone and said, "it's all right. As long as you learn Maoshan's method well, it's not impossible to let this little girl really warm your feet."

"Seriously?" Song Tianxuan didn't know where the evil power came from, and he didn't know whether she was on the boat. Yi Ziqi was always on her face. She had the courage to say such a word, but as soon as she said it, she regretted it.

Maoshan eighth generation nodded, did not look at Yi Ziqi, said: "of course, when did master cheat you?"

"Interesting? Who are you? I'm in charge of everything? " Yi Ziqi sneered, and her eyes were full of disdain.

Even if the opposite is Maoshan's two generations of descendants? One is just a spirit, and the other is just the cultivation of Lingtai in the later period. Do you really think it has anything to do with her? The ten-year agreement is only for the sake of saving three lives.

"Hey, hey, you'll follow her, you know? She can lead you to your people, but your people must recognize her as the Lord, or they will never come out again, remember? " The eighth generation of Maoshan ignored Yi Ziqi and turned to the purple winged bat.

Purple wing bat nodded hard and said, "well, remember my grandfather. My elder sister helps me find the clansman for the meeting ceremony. The clansman should follow my elder sister. Don't worry about it. Let's write down the meeting ceremony."

The purple winged bat patted his chest and said, "if it wasn't for this little brother who used the same things as his father, he would have eaten his elder sister and brother at the meeting ceremony, hehe."

Four of them are sweating. What's the reason for this? But I also know that song Tianxuan's Maoshan method inspired the spirit of the eighth generation of Maoshan in the purple winged bat. This is a false alarm, but it's really worrying.

"What's the meeting ceremony? It's so ugly. You call her sister, and I call her sister too. Why don't you take my surname, Xia? How about Xia Yi?" Song Tianxuan said with a smile that he had such a powerful brother in vain. Even if he couldn't fight in Tiannan, he could run, couldn't he?

Yiziqi curled her lips and said, "why should my brother follow your name? It's up to me. I can't call it Xia Yi. I'll call it Yi bat. I'll call you Xiao Fu later. "

Seeing that the goal had been achieved, song Tianxuan winked at the eighth generation of Maoshan, turned around and said with a smile, "do you hear me, Xiao Fu? This is your sister and I'm your brother. In the future, you have to listen to us. You can do whatever you want."

But it was an exaggeration.

"Well, Xiaofu knows. My brother is the only disciple of Laozu. Laozu is the benefactor of Xiaofu's family. Xiaofu must listen to my brother." The purple wing bat nodded and vowed. He immediately thought of something. Seeing Yi Ziqi, he quickly said, "but the ancestor asked Xiao Fu to follow his elder sister and listen to her..."

Yi Ziqi smell speech, complexion a little change, white song Tianxuan one eye, mouth mutter way: "this is almost."

For a moment, the breath of the little woman was all clear.

"I was almost interrupted by you just now. What kind of people did you say you were looking for? And he said, "this old man is the benefactor of your whole family. Did I hear him wrong, or is he too small to speak clearly?" Yi Ziqi asked suddenly.

Nie Sifeng also asked, "didn't you destroy the whole family of purple winged bats thousands of years ago? How can we go to the whole family and talk about it? "

"I killed the whole family? Did you see it with your own eyes or with your own eyes? " The eighth generation of Maoshan, with their heads tilted and their hands pinched, looks like a resentful woman. If there is still a body, it must be a talisman who flies away and beats them to death.

Nie Sifeng was dumb. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer. The whole south of the sky said that you killed the purple winged bat clan. Could this be false?

The eighth generation of Maoshan blew his white beard and glared: "don't you see that? Is it so bloody? After a thousand years, Tiannan has become like this. It's a waste of my hard work, hard work... "

With that, the eighth generation of Maoshan scratched his head, but he couldn't remember what to say.