Dugu Xiaolang was so excited that he gave up on practicing the sword and started observing Zhou Qiankun's medicinal liquid.
Every movement of Zhou Qiankun was very professional. Even though he had seen many great people refining medicine in the Divine Sword Sect, in comparison, he still felt that Zhou Qiankun's technique was more wonderful.
Watching Zhou Qiankun's process of refining the Linghai Solid Base Liquid, he couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Lin, your medicine refining skills are really amazing. I also want to learn from it. Can you give me some advice?"
Asking for advice is false, but getting closer is true.
For him, if he could make friends with such a master of alchemy, it would only be good for his future practice, and there would be no harm.
When Zhou Qiankun heard this, he smiled slightly and agreed.
Dugu Xiaolang's personality is very suitable for him. He is easy-going and not domineering.
Much better than those proud men of heaven.
It would be a good thing to make friends with him.
He thought to himself: Seeing how good you are, I'll let you go.
Fortunately, Dugu Xiaolang didn't know what he was thinking, otherwise he would have shed tears of gratitude.
So, in this hidden valley, Dugu Xiaolang began to learn the art of refining medicine from Zhou Qiankun.
Liu Yongfei and others also joined in from time to time. For a time, the valley was filled with laughter and laughter, and everyone seemed to have forgotten the troubles and dangers in the outside world.
However, this tranquility did not last long.
One day, when everyone was collecting herbs in the valley, a strong smell suddenly hit them.
Zhou Qiankun and the others looked at the mouth of the valley, their brows furrowed.
Dugu Xiaolang seemed to have gone deeper to collect herbs. This guy was really unreliable.
Regardless of who came, Zhou Qiankun continued to refine the medicine.
Seeing that he was so calm, Liu Yongfei and the other four were also affected, and they indifferently gathered around Zhou Qiankun to observe the method of refining medicine.
In the miasma, more than twenty people came.
Most of these twenty people are at the peak of the spiritual sea and are wearing the costumes of disciples of the Seven Gods Sect.
The leader is Bei Mingyi, the real nominal leader of the Seven Gods Religion. He is extremely powerful and is second only to the Twelve Heroes.
Looking at the medicine valley, Bei Mingyi looked happy.
"The news is indeed true. There is indeed a medicine valley here that has never been discovered."
In his hand, he held a map. The map was scrawled and newly drawn.
Then, he glanced and saw Zhou Qiankun and his party in the Medicine Valley.
There are five people who are in the middle stage of Linghai cultivation and wear the clothes of Taixuanmen disciples.
Bei Mingyi judged the strength gap between the two sides in an instant.
He raised his head proudly and spoke in a condescending tone.
"We, the Seven Gods Sect, have taken a liking to this place. You Taixuanmen can get out of here."
He was extremely confident, believing that as long as he said a word, those five people would get out of their way.
However, there was silence in the valley.
Zhou Qiankun turned around and looked at him calmly, then continued to concentrate on refining the medicine as if nothing had happened.
At this time, the Linghai Solid Base Liquid was being refined at a critical moment, and he was not in the mood to care about these people.
The four of them, Liu Yongfei, sat there boredly, not even looking at them.
This feeling of being ignored made the disciples of the Seven Gods Sect so depressed that they vomited blood.
Wherever they went before, the monks from other forces kept a respectful distance from them. Why did they receive such a shame and humiliation!
One of them stood up and yelled: "Are you deaf? You can't hear Senior Brother Beiming talking to you!"
Zhou Qiankun didn't even raise his eyes, but said calmly to the end of the canyon: "Brother Xiaolang, please deal with these people."
Zhou Qiankun's casual tone made Liu Yongfei look at him strangely.
This guy is really brave. He should be the first person to talk to Lonely Xiaolang like this.
When other people meet Dugu Xiaolang, who is not respectful?
Zhou Qiankun didn't feel there was any problem. He took the initiative to serve as a bodyguard. Now that the danger is coming, isn't it when he is working?
Bei Mingyi frowned and was wary. Is there a sixth person in the valley?
But why didn't he sense any breath?
Could it be that this person is trying to scare him?
He snorted coldly and didn't care.
So what if there is a sixth person? I am the strongest among the heroes. If there are no heroes, who can compete with me?
"Oh, do you think you can scare me like this? It doesn't matter whether you are Zhang Xiaolang, Wang Xiaolang or Zhao Xiaolang, whoever comes today will have to fight with my two big dicks!"
He had a domineering aura about him, and he looked arrogant to the world.
This aura infected the disciples behind him, and they all looked at him with admiration.
"Senior Brother Beiming is mighty. Senior Brother Beiming is here. No matter what Xiaolang you are, you have to lie down in front of me, Senior Brother Beiming."
"That's right."
Zhou Qiankun and the other five were stunned when they heard this, and then looked at Bei Mingyi with strange eyes.
Is he really too confident, or is Dugu Xiaolang so unintimidating?
Bei Mingyi would not have thought that the brother Xiaolang mentioned by Zhou Qiankun was Dugu Xiaolang.
After all, in his opinion, how could such a person lower his stature and become brothers with a group of Taixuanmen disciples who were in the middle stage of the spiritual sea and were from the top ranks of the first-rate forces.
As soon as Bei Mingyi finished speaking, a burst of laughter came from deep in the valley.
Afterwards, Dugu Xiaolang walked out leisurely, holding a precious herb in his hand, looking leisurely and contented.
"Oh, I didn't expect that you, Bei Mingyi, who has not seen me for so many days, would no longer take me, Dugu Xiaolang, into consideration?"
Dugu Xiaolang walked and looked at Bei Mingyi with a smile.
This casual voice made Bei Mingyi, who had been so domineering just now, look stiff.
His face suddenly turned into tears and he looked at Lonely Xiaolang in disbelief.
Why is it him?
He wanted to give himself a slap in the face, why didn't he think of him in the first place?
The other disciples of the Seven Gods Religion were also like docile kittens, suddenly losing their arrogant look.
I cried out in my heart, Oh my God, why is this God of Death here?
Zhou Qiankun watched them get scared every second and fanned the flames of Dugu Xiaolang.
"Brother Xiaolang, as one of the Twelve Heroes, it seems that these people don't take you seriously. Just now this Bei Mingyi said that he would give you a fight between two big guys."
Zhou Qiankun's words frightened Bei Mingyi half to death. His legs became weak and he almost knelt down.
He glared at Zhou Qiankun fiercely, telling him to shut up quickly.
Zhou Qiankun shrugged helplessly, I was just stating a fact.
Dugu Xiaolang looked at him staring at Zhou Qiankun fiercely with a bad tone.
"What? Bei Mingyi, do you have a problem with my brother?"
After saying that, the sword on his back was unsheathed in vain. The blade of the sword was cold and biting. The sword intention contained in it seemed to be able to tear the world apart. Bei Mingyi was frightened to see it.
Like a frightened rooster, he quickly took a step back and moved his hands like a rattle.
He stammered in his mouth, and beads of sweat appeared on his brow.
His face was pale and his whole body was shaking.
He suppressed his fear and forced a smile.
