The time for a cup of tea passed, Meng Qiaomu did not come, and even the disciple who passed the word did not come back.

Ye Hanyan frowned impatiently, turned his head to glare at the junior disciple on duty, and asked coldly, "Why is it so slow?"

The little disciple shrank for a moment and replied respectfully: "Maybe the senior brother is not in his yard, and he can't find anyone for a while, and there is a delay." ”

The time of a stick of incense has passed, and Meng Qiaomu still has not been seen.

Ye Hanyan was a little angry, she slapped the table, and ordered the little disciple in disgust: "Are you stupid?

The little disciple wanted to scold his mother very much, but because the gap in cultivation between the two was too large, he had to respond repeatedly: "Yes, yes, let people urge me." ”

As he spoke, he called another sprinkler disciple and instructed him: Let the senior brother come quickly, otherwise he may not see himself in the future......

The sprinkler disciple gave him a strange look, but didn't say anything, and left quickly.

Then, half an hour passed...... Ye Hanyan didn't wait for Meng Qiaomu, but waited for a dead opponent - Leng Erye.

"Yo~ Isn't this Mrs. Baili?" Second Master Leng said angrily: "I heard that you fought with the head of Baili yesterday? ”

In Ye Hanyan's life, she hates others to call her Mrs. Baili the most, and she is most afraid that others will say that she is not as good as Baili Changge. Because, this means that Lingshan is no longer surnamed Ye, but surnamed Baili.

The huge panic and anger overwhelmed her at once, and before everyone could react, Ye Hanyan's long sword had already come out of its sheath and pointed straight at Second Master Leng's throat.

If it was before, Second Master Leng would never be able to beat her. But now, her spiritual power is almost exhausted, what can she give to others to fight?

Even if her sword move is precise and powerful, she still can't even pierce the opponent's defensive shield, how can she possibly pose any threat to her?

At the beginning, Second Master Leng was instinctively startled. But immediately, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he finally had the opportunity to be ashamed.

"Hahaha......" he laughed unscrupulously: "Night Hanyan, Night Hanyan, you also have today?" It seems that the name of 'the world's first sword' is finally about to change hands. ”

As he spoke, he didn't draw his sword, but only waved his sleeve fiercely, and a powerful spiritual power surged out, knocking the night cold smoke upside down and flying out.

With a bang, Ye Hanyan slammed into the open space in front of the Hall of Ten Thousand Blessings, and the stony ground under her was smashed out of a spider web-shaped crack.

Fortunately, it's morning, everyone is busy cultivating and eating, and there aren't many people who come to the Hall of Ten Thousand Blessings.

However, this is enough to bring the cold smoke of the face-loving night out of internal injuries......

She slowly got up from the ground, and looked at Second Master Leng with a vicious look in her eyes: "You ......"

Before she could say a word, she popped and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Second Master Leng looked at her with a stunned expression. He used his own moves, how much strength and spiritual power he used, he knew in his heart. At most, the other party will only suffer some skin trauma, and there will be absolutely no internal organ bleeding.

But...... Why did he vomit blood in the cold smoke this night? Could it be that he deliberately touched porcelain to deceive himself? Don't! He is an extra, and the protagonist has not yet appeared on the stage.

Thinking of this, Second Master Leng looked at the woman in the courtyard vigilantly, pointed at her and said, "You, don't pretend to be fragile with Second Master, Second Master doesn't eat this! Don't think that if you have some blood, I will be responsible for Second Master!"

"Shut up!!" Night Smoke roared.

She really didn't get beaten and bled out, she was angry!

Thinking that she is the number one sword in the world, how can she not be angry because her spiritual power is exhausted, and she is knocked away by someone who is not as good as herself?!

At this moment, a warm voice suddenly sounded: "What's the matter?

Immediately, Meng Qiaomu, who was dressed in white, came from a distance, calling a son Ruyu.

"Hmph!" Ye Hanyan snorted coldly and stood up tremblingly. Ignoring the second master Leng on the side, he only looked at Meng Qiaomu and said, "I want to buy some pills." ”

She has always believed in the supremacy of force, and when she has strength, she has always bullied others. I can't beat them now, and it's not good to go over and humiliate myself, so I can only pretend not to see it.

Seeing Ye Hanyan's reaction, Second Master Leng silently gave Meng Qiaomu a thumbs up from an angle that others couldn't see: High! It's really high! It's really as this kid expected.

Meng Qiaomu didn't seem to see anything, and gently and politely invited Ye Hanyan into the hall, and smiled faintly: "I don't know what elixir the night seniors need?"

"Hui Ling Dan, the higher the level, the better. ”

"The younger generation has a seven-turn back elixir here, which can restore thirty percent of the spiritual power, and among the elixirs treasured by the family master, there should be three eight-turn back elixirs, which can restore forty percent of the spiritual power, but the price is ...... It's not low. ”

Ye Hanyan frowned slightly: "How much silver does it cost to turn back to the elixir for eight turns?"

"This ......" Meng Qiaomu was a little embarrassed: "Isn't it okay to turn seven times? Seven turns back to the elixir, you can call the shots in the next and sell it to your seniors cheaper." ”

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