Zhao Yun's words were like an order, and the woman in purple accepted this order without hesitation, after all, compared to the things on the note, this is the easiest thing for Tangjiabao to do.

The night breeze implying the atmosphere of decadence, blowing through the well-trimmed flowers and trees, and the clumps of green bamboo, swaying slightly between the carved beams and paintings, the magnificent Jiwu Pavilion compound is filled with a sad color.

Only in a pavilion in the courtyard, filled with the smell of vivid color, a large stone table, placed all kinds of snacks and fruits, as well as just served, steaming chicken, duck and fish.

Originally, there was no meat, but Zhao Yun felt that it was difficult to eat happily with wine and meat, so he asked the maid who served the food to serve these golden and oily meat, plus those snacks and fruits, there were enough food for five or six people on the stone table.

For some reason, after breaking out of the formation, his appetite suddenly improved, and there was a hunger in his stomach all the time, and it was difficult to suppress.

Zhao Yun ate very delicately, but the speed was very fast, and after a while, most of the food on the table was gone, and the Tang Sect's exclusive green bamboo wine also drank the three major jars, which only made the maid who stayed aside and waiting for the order stunned, and couldn't help but slander this person for being so handsome, why can he eat like this? Isn't it a starving ghost reincarnated?

Zhao Yun also had doubts about his own situation, he felt that it should be the reason for eating those watermelons, but except for the fact that he was very hungry and had a strange fragrance that he couldn't smell and others could smell, there were no other negative effects, his cultivation was not affected, and his mind and soul were not affected.

But as long as the strength is not affected, there is no need to worry about anything, eating, this is the survival instinct of people, but they eat more.

But when he finished a table of food, stood up and walked two steps, he immediately changed his mind.

The round belly, which almost broke his belt, reminded him of some people's generals' bellies, and the funny way he walked with his belly on his shoulder.

Under the gaze of the maid with a smile, Zhao Yun burped twice and left the pavilion calmly, but he thought about the solution in a hurry, it was okay to make a fool of himself once, it was absolutely impossible to do this all the time, after all, there were so many brothers under his hands, and he definitely couldn't lose his majesty because of this, this is not a small problem.

Unconsciously, he had arrived in the Extreme Pavilion, but the strange thing was that no one came to take care of the serious injury of the door master, and in the entire Extreme Pavilion, only the disciples guarded the gate.

Thinking that Tang Aotian seemed to have a problem with eating, perhaps knowing the reason, Zhao Yun entered Tang Aotian's bedroom again, but saw that he was still unconscious.

Forget it, I'd better make a move, otherwise I don't know when he will wake up.

Helping Tang Aotian up, he used his divine sense to investigate, and found that his body's qi and blood were decaying, his viscera was sluggish, and he couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of internal force, like an old man who was about to die.

What was the situation? Could it be because of his own shot? But at that time, I clearly noticed that the vitality in his body was still vigorous, so it didn't take less than an hour to give birth to such a change, right?

Tang Aotian is not the person Zhao Yun wants to kill after all, and he still has many uses for living.

Zhao Yun used the power of his soul qi and constantly crossed into Tang Aotian's body, hoping to make him recover, at least to be able to say that he would leave.

Physical cultivation does not have a dantian soul sea, and their blood spirit power comes from qi and blood, all of which are stored in the meridians, which is very similar to Zhao Yun's toad skill.

But he has been crossing a large amount of soul qi power, but he still doesn't see Tang Aotian's meridian qi and blood recovering, so Zhao Yun has no choice but to use the essence of Jin Yuan's soul body to restore it.

In the past, he used only a very small amount of soul essence to save a seriously injured disciple, but now he used more than one percent of the soul body essence, which can only make those decaying meridians a little better.

Since he has already done it, he naturally can't give up halfway, he knows that the amount of soul body essence is excessive, and the soul body will be injured and become sluggish because of this, and the recovery will be very slow, which will directly affect the use of soul power.

However, Zhao Yun didn't care about this, after all, he didn't know that he still had the essence of the soul body before, and besides, he couldn't use soul power, and he still had true qi to use.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yun continued to add until he used more than fifty percent of the essence of the soul body, and those decaying meridians returned to the level of a normal person, and the function of the viscera also stabilized.

"Ding!"

With a soft sound, Zhao Yun slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see that on Tang Aotian's forehead, the flower that had long disappeared bloomed again, and slightly emitted a pink streamer.

Last time he incarnated as a Miao Doctor Holy Hand in Yanyu Hill, he only used less than thirty percent of the soul essence to save dozens of people, and now on Tang Aotian alone, the amount of use is more than fifty percent.

"Alas~ Calling around, I was the one who killed him, and I was the one who saved him, "revenge will be avenged" others say it so wrong and neat, but why do you do it so tortuously?"

Zhao Yun shook his head slightly, feeling a sigh in his heart, but his mood was much better, compared to killing, the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction gained from saving someone's life was much stronger.

But if he faced Tang Zheng, he would never have such thoughts, only the feeling of happiness and revenge when he killed Jin Ao.

After using more than fifty percent of the essence of the soul body, Zhao Yun seemed to be out of emptiness, and that thick sleepiness struck again, but this time he didn't sleep.

With a still bulging belly, Zhao Yun sat down at the table in the lobby, and took off all the items on his body to check them one by one, he wanted to find out the source of the strange fragrance, maybe he was so able to eat it, and it was related to the strange fragrance.

There were few things on Zhao Yun's body, except for the diamond-shaped jade pendant hanging around his neck, the rest of the things were placed in Chu Yu, and when he investigated Chu Yu, one thing attracted his attention.

It was the little bird named "Burning Jade", this thing was obtained when he was in the town of Qingyushan, and the person who gave this item, Tang Yuzhu, was a person from the Tang Sect.

After playing with the "burning jade" in his hand for a while, he felt a cool feeling overflowing from above, and then led to the limbs and bones, and the originally sleepy mind immediately sobered up a lot.

At that time, Zhao Yun didn't know anything like heaven and earth treasures, but he only heard Tang Yuzhu say that this little bird had the effects of purifying the heart and dissolving desires, avoiding the heat and driving away the cold, but he was afraid of being coveted, so he kept it hidden, and later forgot about it.

Now that his experience has increased, he already knows that this hundred holy wood is a rare strange wood in the world, not only its branches are not invaded, but also bloom once in a hundred years, bear fruit in a hundred years, and the fruit is even better, in addition to being the main formula of Yan Ruyu, direct consumption can also help people restore their youthful appearance, but the hundred holy wood is a double flower and double fruit, and it is extremely rare, so few people have the opportunity to see. One hundred sween fruit can refine a thousand copies of Yan Ruyu, and those who get this thing will generally use it to make money.

Staring at the "Burning Jade" in his hand, Zhao Yun's eyes flashed with excitement, if he could get the Hundred Sage Fruit, the master's white hair would be restored, but it would take two hundred years for one flower and one fruit, and I don't know if Tang Jiabao has a Hundred Sage Fruit now, I hope they didn't take it to refine any Yan Ruyu.

After meditating in the Jiwu Pavilion for half the night, the light of the sky had crossed the Cuizhu Peak, the starlight was dim, but the morning sun had not yet arrived, seeing that Tang Ao's weather had improved and he still didn't wake up, Zhao Yun flew out of the Jiwu Pavilion one by one.

He planned to look for the traces of the Hundred Saint Tree, since Tang Yuzhu was only ten years old back then, he could use this thing to carve, and the place where it grew must be also in this Cuizhu Peak.

In a courtyard that is even larger than the Extreme Pavilion, a row of purple bamboos with white leaves and purple stems are full of energy, and they are singing in the breeze, and several blue-clothed disciples are fighting their fists and feet among the bamboo leaves all over the ground, and the sound of the wind, bamboo leaves, and fists and feet hunting is connected together.

A strong wind swept by, blowing up the bamboo leaves, and these disciples all stopped their movements, looking at Zhao Yun who suddenly appeared in surprise and smiled faintly.

"Who are you?" a disciple who seemed to be the leader was the first to react and opened his mouth to question.

Zhao Yun didn't answer, but asked, "This is the Xuanji Pavilion?"

Seeing that Zhao Yun didn't answer him, the leading disciple frowned angrily and was about to question again, when another disciple hurriedly walked to his side and whispered a few times in his ear, and then the two of them cast angry eyes together and put on an offensive posture.

Seeing this, the other disciples also hurriedly stepped forward and made an attack posture.

Among them, most of them had already recognized Zhao Yun as the one who had come to make trouble last night and defeated the sect master.

"If you don't want to die, answer my question!"

A fierce aura was released, and Zhao Yun glared at several disciples angrily: "Where is Tang Zheng, let him come out to see me!"

In the face of Zhao Yun's coercion, the rest of the disciples had already lost their momentum, but the leading disciple was still angry and silent.

A white light flew out from Zhao Yun's sleeve, hitting the chest of the leading disciple, and with a muffled snort, the person had already spat blood and flew out.

The rest of the disciples were frightened, neither daring to squeak nor to help the injured fellow, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and the master of the sect was no opponent, so what could they do?

But then, they didn't wait for the expected attack, Zhao Yun suddenly rose up, and a moment came to a flower, stopping a woman in red who was about to leave.

The woman in red had a gorgeous face and a tight and enchanting figure, but in Zhao Yun's eyes, it turned into a raging rage, as rich as the red dress.

"Old witch!"

Zhao Yun's hand was full of Xuanhuang Zhenqi, and he grabbed the neck of the woman in red, perhaps the anger in her eyes was too hot, and the woman's face was distorted, covered with crimson, revealing a look of pain.

The woman in red is none other than the bewitching woman who united with Hong Ming to kill Condensation and himself, and later participated in the battle to destroy the fire, and he also saw the true face of the woman at that time, but he didn't know what the woman's relationship was with the Tang Sect, and only learned from Hong Ming's mouth that her name was Ning Danhong.

Coming out of the Extreme Pavilion, Zhao Yun searched for the Hundred Saints Wood everywhere to no avail, so he came to the Xuanji Pavilion, he wanted to see if Tang Zheng was really as those people said, he was not in the Tang Gate, but he never thought that he would meet Ning Danhong, the old witch.