King Chen Xingdan nodded slightly. He knew that Jiang Haoyang was eager to go back to heal Cheng Ling. There were many people talking here, so it was better to leave as soon as possible.
Jiang Haoyang turned his head and glanced at Cheng Ling. Seeing that he was still paying attention to Yun Jingshan and the old woman, he said: "Piao Miao Snow Sect is not simple. Your current cultivation level is not enough, but you understand!"
Cheng Ling glanced at the old woman and said, "Yes, disciple understands!"
Jiang Haoyang said calmly: "Don't worry, this will be her life. What, can she still fly back by herself?"
"It's okay, disciple. I'm sorry to bother you, Master!"
"That's all, let's wait until we get back."
After saying that, he led King Chen Xingdan and the girl to fly towards the mountain gate, and Cheng Ling hurriedly followed.
After entering the mountain gate, Jiang Haoyang slowed down and kept flying side by side with King Chenxing Dan. At the same time, he pointed at the peaks at his feet and introduced some interesting things in Wuji Sect.
The girl fell behind the two of them, and together with Cheng Ling, followed from a distance of several feet.
After a cup of tea, the girl couldn't help but come to Cheng Ling's side, took out a pill from her arms and said: "Brother, I saw you vomited a lot of blood before, you must be injured. Here, This elixir may be able to slow down your injury."
Cheng Ling was stunned, and when he saw the little girl's clear eyes, his heart softened, and he took the pill and put it away.
The girl asked in confusion: "Brother, why don't you take it? The Purple Snow Pill is very powerful and will quickly recover from your injuries."
Cheng Ling felt embarrassed, not that he had any doubts, but because he thought that if he left the Purple Snow Pill for Hu Yue to study, he might be able to derive the recipe. Looking at Jiang Haoyang's attitude towards King Shen Xingdan, it is obvious that it cannot be disadvantageous to him.
But I didn't expect that the girl was so innocent that she asked directly.
The Chenxing Pill King in front turned around and said with a smile: "Zhi'er, don't worry, big brother just thought of taking the pill after Junzifeng." After saying that, he gave Cheng Ling a meaningful look.
Cheng Ling was so embarrassed that he quickly took out the pill and swallowed it in one gulp.
The elixir melted in your mouth, as if you felt a hint of blood, and soon you felt a huge energy nourishing your internal organs and body. In less than a cup of tea, the internal injuries suffered on your body were almost completely recovered, leaving only the immortal Yuan losses have not yet been replenished.
Cheng Ling was shocked. The healing effect of this Purple Snow Pill was so strong that it was definitely not an ordinary pill. If you can get its elixir recipe, it should be easy to refine the finished elixir based on your current alchemy realm.
But how should he ask, his eyes rolled around, and finally he secretly glanced at the two big guys in front of him. Seeing that they seemed to be immersed in admiring the scenery of Wuji Sect, he turned to the girl and asked softly: "Little sister, Did you refine this elixir?"
The girl's face turned red and she said, "Grandpa refined this. Zhi'er's alchemy level is not high enough to refine it."
"Oh? Your name is Zhi'er? Are you the granddaughter of King Chen Xingdan?"
"Yes, my name is Mu Qiongzhi, you can also call me Zhi'er." The girl replied obediently.
"What level of elixir level is required to refine the Purple Snow Pill?"
"Grandpa said you need to be at least a seventh-grade elixir master, but Zhi'er is only a fifth-grade elixir master and can't refine it yet."
"Then do you know the recipe for Purple Snow Pill?"
Cheng Ling felt a little ashamed when he asked this question. It was really a sin to deceive such an innocent little girl. I hope in my heart, but hope that she doesn't know. It's really contradictory.
The girl shook her head and said, "I don't know."
There was a hint of disappointment in Cheng Ling's eyes, but he seemed to be relieved of a heavy burden, so he changed the subject and asked, "By the way, are you here to watch the ceremony too?"
"Yes, grandpa took me and I have been waiting for someone from Junzifeng to pick me up. I didn't expect that after you arrived, you would have a conflict with those sisters. Grandpa was afraid that you would suffer, so he sent the news. Fortunately, Senior Immortal Emperor I’m here to help you get rid of your bad breath.”
Cheng Ling suddenly realized that no wonder Jiang Haoyang arrived so timely. It turned out that he had already received the news from King Chen Xing Dan. After all, he saved himself once.
He was moved and said, "Thank you!"
"Nothing, big brother, why are you fighting with that old lady? Grandpa said, fighting is not good!"
Cheng Ling was suddenly at a loss for words. How could he explain this? In desperation, he could only ramble on and talk about some interesting things, but it made the girl feel happy and made her laugh all the way.
The two of them were talking as they flew, and soon they arrived at Junzi Peak. After descending to the peak, King Shen Xing Dan looked at Cheng Ling with a smile and asked, "Little friend, do you know how to make alchemy?"
Cheng Ling's heart skipped a beat. This Chen Xing Dan King had such a keen sense of touch. He just asked a few questions and deduced that he knew how to make alchemy. He gritted his teeth and realized that the other party was also an Alchemy King. If he was willing to give some pointers, he might be able to gain some insights.
He immediately said: "I only know a little bit, but I am not as good as Senior Alchemy King."
This was said with enough skill. The corner of Chen Xingdan King's mouth moved slightly, but a hint of curiosity arose. There is something interesting about this young man. With his level of alchemy, there are indeed not many people in the entire immortal world who can match him. But when these words came out of Cheng Ling's mouth, it felt like he was just not as good as he is at the moment, and there might be a greater possibility in the future.
He stretched out his finger and pointed it at the center of Cheng Ling's eyebrows. After a moment, he said, "This is the recipe for Purple Snow Pill. Let it be your reward for making Zhi'er happy!"
Cheng Ling was overjoyed and did not refuse immediately. He told Hu Yue the recipe and asked her to study it carefully.
At this time, Mu Jinrong also came out. Mu Qiongzhi ran over happily, threw herself on her, and said coquettishly: "Auntie, I miss Zhi'er so much!"
Mu Jinrong touched her cheeks that could be broken, and teased: "Zhi'er has become a big girl, and she still acts like a coquettish girl, and she is not afraid of others making fun of her."
Mu Qiongzhi stole a glance at Cheng Ling and saw that he didn't seem to hear him at all. She felt a little disappointed in her heart, but she was too embarrassed to stay in Mu Jinrong's arms anymore, so she jumped down and stood aside obediently.
Jiang Haoyang smiled and said: "Rongmei, you first entertain King Shenxing Dan. I have something to talk to Lao Sansan."
Mu Jinrong agreed and led the two of them towards Wushuangjuxing.
After they left, Jiang Haoyang put his hand on Cheng Ling's arm and said after a moment: "Well, the internal injuries are almost healed. You are so lucky to get the Purple Snow Pill. Now you don't have to worry about not being able to recover before the conference." It’s injured.”
Cheng Ling felt a war between heaven and man in her heart. On the one hand, she had reservations about Jiang Haoyang, but on the other hand, she was grateful to the other party for protecting her. Facing Puyang Immortal Lord, he was far behind in both cultivation and seniority, but for his own sake, he still refused the other party's mediation and abruptly ignored him.
In the end, he could only say: "For the sake of his disciples, the master does not hesitate to offend Puyang Immortal Lord, this...!"
Jiang Hao raised his hand to stop what he was saying, and said: "This is nothing. The disciples of my Junzifeng have their own discipline, even if they are immortals, so what? Don't think that the master doesn't know that Qin Xiao has also taken action. , I just cared about my uncle’s face, so I didn’t attack on the spot.”
Cheng Ling said gratefully: "Yes, as for Qin Xiao, I don't need to worry about it, master. The disciple will find his place on his own."
"Well, the matters between you disciples should be settled by yourselves. In short, don't suffer any disadvantages. I didn't expect your combat power to be so strong as a teacher. You can even fight against an old woman in the Immortal King Stage of the Piaomiao Snow Sect. The Five Elements Swordsmanship is Did you realize it yourself?"
"Yes, I gave Junior Sister Shen some guidance on how to practice swordsmanship, and over time I remembered it."
"Yes, you have a good understanding, and you know how to use the power of the five elements to derive the power of swordsmanship. Your fighting talent is stronger than the two senior brothers."
"Thank you for the compliment, Master."
"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. Although you and Qin Xiao are tied today, there is no guarantee that Qi Puyang Immortal Lord will teach him a stronger immortal technique. When the time comes, we can't say who will win. "
Cheng Ling's heart moved and asked: "Immortal magic?"
"Oh, you are still young when you come to the sect, and you don't know many things yet. Immortal skills are a kind of fighting skills passed down from ancient times. They can also be called magical powers. Whether it is swordsmanship, martial arts, or spells, they are all It is imitated from ancient immortal arts.
"The strength of combat skills is directly related to the magic that is imitated. For example, if some spells are imitated from high-grade magic, then their power is naturally more powerful than those imitated from low-grade magic. His spells are much more powerful, even comparable to ordinary low-grade immortal spells."
"What's more, if there are magical powers imitated from high-grade immortal arts, their power may be no worse than low-grade immortal arts, or even higher, which is not impossible. In short, magic The strength of your magical power depends on the level of your magic!"
"Have you seen the Nine Nether Smoke Palm used by my master? How do you feel about it?"
Cheng Ling thought hard in his mind, and finally said: "The disciple felt very powerful, even the old woman's spirit was shot three feet away."
Jiang Haoyang snorted coldly and said: "That was just to give Puyang Immortal Lord a face. After all, he was the guest he invited. As a teacher, it was not convenient to kill him on the spot. He only used 50% of his strength when he attacked. And this is where he came from. A magical power imitated by Pinxian Shu!"
"Therefore, don't think that you will win today if you suppress Qin Xiao. Master Puyang is an immortal after all, and he knows a few immortal arts. If he teaches them carefully, we still don't know who will win among you."
Cheng Ling's heart trembled. Once again, he felt that he seemed to have underestimated this Wuji event. There were so many direct disciples participating, and how many of them had learned immortal arts? This is a completely unexpected force that cannot be inferred using common sense.
Jiang Haoyang seemed to see through his worries and said: "But you don't have to worry. Although the immortal arts are powerful, there are not many that have been passed down since ancient times. There are no more than ten people in the entire Wuji Sect who know the immortal arts."
"Speaking of which, if you can win the first prize in this Wuji Grand Meeting, the reward will be an immortal technique, and at least a middle-grade immortal technique. Therefore, I hope you can do your best! There are only two days before the Wuji Grand Conference will be held. Today, although your injuries are now fully recovered, you still need to take a good rest. Let’s put down the reception work in the future and let your brothers and sisters take care of it!”
Cheng Ling was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "Yes, thank you Master!"
Jiang Haoyang waved his hand and left.
After he left, Cheng Ling returned to Ziling Pavilion and recalled what Jiang Haoyang said in his mind. Putting aside the magic factor, my own strength is still not enough. Although I can remain undefeated when encountering the Immortal Lord Perfection cultivator, I am not sure of victory. The Wuji event does not seem to be as simple as imagined.
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