When the swirling purple cloud slowly rose from the center of the disk, Qingyuan had already pounced.

At this time, the Fahua Daoist had not yet appeared from the clouds, and because Qingyuan was too anxious, he just leaned his head forward, and was hit by the Fahua who was hurriedly developed, and the entire forehead instantly bulged with a swollen bag.

"Hahahaha-" Fahua looked at it, brushed his white eyebrows and shook his black hair, pointed at Qingyuan from the light and shadow, and laughed, "Who told you to be a stinky boy and a monkey anxious? I don't hurt to hit it, I deserve it!" The jokes and scolding between the apprentices were the great pleasure of Fahua, the master.

However, this time, Qingyuan rarely went back. He rubbed his sore forehead fiercely, leaned closer, and panted on the edge of the table: "Master, give me half a gourd Ning Fang pill!"

Fahua must have said, and immediately raised his tone: "You should be Ning Fang Pill is a jelly bean!

"Hey, it's very badly injured, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it without it!" Qingyuan interrupted hurriedly, and couldn't help but recall the phantom pale face in his mind.

Although he had used his true qi to regulate her, there seemed to be an extremely powerful cold qi in her body, and no matter how hard he tried his best, he couldn't force it out! I don't know if it was because of being bitten by a snake, and the snake venom could not be completely removed in a short time. I remembered that she seemed to be attacked by miasma a while ago, and her body could not return to normal without pretending to be pills?

Hearing this, Fahua was taken aback: "Are you injured, where are you injured?" A series of concerns surged out in an instant, and as he spoke, he looked at Qingyuan's body in a roundabout way, and his fingers caught a halo, intending to diagnose his pulse in the air.

"It's not me, it's me!" Knowing that the master had misunderstood, Qingyuan interrupted quickly, "It's someone else......

"Who else?" Fahua's eyes were in a trance, and he received his spiritual power, and then he had a helpless look that didn't listen to the old man's words, "You forgot my original explanation so quickly?" He let out a long sigh, and shook his hand at Qingyuan with a rather playful and half-solemn expression, "The woman under the mountain is a tiger......!" You really deserve to commit the robbery, and you will be planted in the hands of a woman so soon!"

Qingyuan didn't really hear the master's sentence of "robbery", but he just craned his neck and wanted to justify, but he didn't want to hear it in his ears, but it seemed to be darker and darker: "It's the queen's mother!"

"The queen is also a woman!" Fahua's tone overshadowed Qingyuan, although his mouth was unforgiving, but he did not show the slightest slackness in the movements in his hands.

He compared a gesture of two stars embracing the moon in the sky, and the mist and shadows gradually gathered from all directions, and then gradually became more intense. After a round of shuttles, and slowly dissipated, a delicate and delicate little treasure gourd was firmly held in the palm of his hand: "I'm too lazy to pour, there are more than half a bottle, save some use." Fahua stretched his sleeves, threw the treasure gourd to Qingyuan in the air, and regained his expression and tone and did not forget to instruct, "Keep some for yourself, so that you can have a rainy day!"

Qingyuan happily took the gourd, held it in his hand and looked around left and right, and then smiled and thanked the master.

Between the overlapping scenes, Fahua sighed slowly, shook his head slowly, and waved his sleeves to accept the magic circle.

The miniature image gradually thinned out, and eventually only a faint shadow of black dust remained. As soon as the wind passed through the hall, a faint shadow disappeared.