"Yes, that's right. Master Jing Hao also left this for me."
As he said that, the old man stretched out a hand and spread his palm.
Soon, Meng Jing saw a mark appearing in the palm of his hand.
"this..."
Meng Jingyou was startled when he saw this mark again.
This mark indeed contains the spiritual pattern of only the ninth grade mark.
only...
"Old sir, let me not ask you anything else first. Let me ask you one thing. This mark was made by Master Jing Hao, right?"
The old man was confused for a while at first. He had just said this, but when he saw the young master asking him, his expression was very solemn.
He didn't dare to show any slightness and nodded seriously.
"Yes, little master, this mark was given by Master Jing Hao. He said it was a mark that could temporarily suppress the outbreak of diseases in our people."
Before the old man could continue to speak, Meng Jing asked: "Old sir, after getting the mark of Master Jing Hao, do you sometimes feel that your whole body is weak and you can't use your strength?"
"You even said that you would feel your spiritual energy slipping away?"
As soon as he heard this, the old man's eyes widened rapidly and he looked at Meng Jing in surprise: "Little master, how do you know? What you said will happen in the middle of the night."
"But Master Jing Hao told me that this is a normal situation. He told me not to worry because he was suppressing the disease in my body."
Meng Jing chuckled, with a sneer on his lips.
"I never thought that such a person could be called a master."
"Little master, what do you mean??"
Listening to Meng Jing's words, there was a hint of contempt and ridicule, and suddenly the old man was even more confused.
Obviously it's not clear why the other party's good behavior turned out to be like this.
Meng Jing said coldly: "Old sir, if you believe me, I can only tell you that you were deceived by the so-called Master Jing Hao!"
The old man blinked, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. After hesitating for a moment, he asked: "No way, young master, Master Jing Hao, I personally invited him here."
"It can't be fake!"
Meng Jing waved his hand to interrupt the other party, "No, I didn't say that the Master Jing Hao you invited was fake. The mark in your hand is indeed the mark of a person who has reached the level of a ninth-grade physician. .”
"This?" When it came to this, the old man was even more confused.
Since the master Jing Hao he invited was not a fake, how could he say he was deceived?
Seeing that the old man still looked like a fool and a little confused, Meng Jing shook his head helplessly.
And the reason why he said this, that Master Jing Hao was a liar, was nothing more than a mark set by the other party on the old gentleman's palm.
It's nothing else, but the Soul-Taking Seal.
There are very few people who know this kind of mark.
Why do you say that?
Because, this mark is a method that only the strong men of the Poison Sect will use.
At first, he still felt that he was dazzled. After checking several times, he dared to confirm the mark in the old man's palm.
It is the Soul Capturing Seal that is only used by the Poison Sect.
Yes, this was a technique he had acquired from those Poison Sect members before. Otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to understand it.
It is even more impossible to believe that Master Jing Hao, a ninth-level physician, is called unparalleled throughout the continent.
He turned out to be a person involved with the Poison Sect!
This soul-catching seal can be disguised as other marks, but it can continuously absorb spiritual energy from the opponent's body to enhance the strength of the person who holds the seal.
To put it bluntly, the reason why the old man would feel as if his body was being drained dry every night.
It was just that old guy who secretly activated the mark.
You must know that this old guy's strength, before his breakthrough, was still at half-step to the spiritual realm.
Such a strong man secretly steals a little bit of his strength every day, just like a mosquito sucking a little bit of your blood every day.
But over time, not only does your mosquito become stronger, but the person being sucked becomes weaker and weaker, both in terms of strength and body.
"Really?"
Listening to Meng Jing's narration, the old man's expression collapsed and he stepped back continuously as he spoke.
The words were a little angry and a little disbelieving.
After all, that was the famous Master Jing Hao on the mainland.
How could such a majestic master do such a thing!
Of course, if the person standing in front of him and saying these words to him was someone else, he would definitely not choose to believe it.
But the person who said this is...
This little master!
If it weren't for him, he wouldn't be able to reach the emperor realm in this life!
Moreover, after what the other party said, he did realize that every night in the middle of the night, his body's spiritual energy felt like it was being drained.
Sometimes he also thinks that his decline in strength is related to the so-called disease.
Now....
Meng Jing shrugged. Anyway, he had already mentioned everything he needed to say to the old man.
As for whether he believes it or not, it is up to him to figure it out.
"Oh, right!"
Suddenly, Meng Jing remembered something.
"Then who is the person who asked you to come to the Alchemist Alliance? Isn't it also Master Jing Hao?"
The old man nodded heavily again, "It is Master Jing Hao. He told me that as long as I participate in this medicine refining competition, I will be able to cure my people."
Meng Jing sneered, "Old gentleman, have you ever asked him why you are asked to participate in this alchemist competition?"
At the very least, this gives people a reason to travel thousands of miles to participate in the Alchemist Competition, right?
If you don’t give a single reason, how can anyone believe it?
"Master Na Jinghao said that as long as I have a way to enter the alliance association and join the ancient sect, there is a medicinal plant called Fire Ganoderma that can help our people."
Fire Ganoderma?
Hearing these three words, Meng Jing couldn't help but picture Li Xiaoxiao.
I don’t know how this silly girl is doing now.
"Then what? You joined the Gu Sect?"
The old man nodded.
hiss--
"what is this?"
Meng Jing couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling a little confused.
Even though Master Jing Hao is probably a member of the Poison Sect, why would he want to help the Gu Sect and recruit people?
Is it possible that there are also people from the Poison Sect in this ancient sect?
