In the fight between the Dharma Venerables, the strong coercion can crush the monks of the low realm in minutes, and Fang Cun did not dare to rush over to send them to death, so he hid and peeked from a distance, until he was caught by Chu Moyu just now who mistakenly thought that he was "plotting against him".

Fang Cun explained in detail, especially the pill that was fed to Su Zhaojiu, deliberately aggravating his tone, as if expressing that he had paid something very precious for a stranger he had never met.

Ji Yan didn't interrupt him, nor did he show any attitude, he was expressionless all the way, but Chu Moyu on the side, at this time, fully showed his wealthy temperament, and said impatiently: "It's just a pill, you hurry up, and then Young Master Ben will compensate you tenfold, right?"

When Fang Cun heard this, his voice suddenly froze, his face changed from white to red, and from red to blue, and finally gloomy, and he said sarcastically: "Young Master Chu is so angry, with such a precious pill as the Nine Turns Small Pill, you can take out ten pills casually." ”

"Nine turns ......" Chu Moyu was stunned, his eyes widened, and he swept Fang Cun from head to toe, with suspicious eyes, obviously questioning how Fang Cun, a little medicine boy, could take the Nine Turns Small Pill!

The ninth-order pill can only be refined by a ninth-order Dan master, and the number of ninth-order Dan masters in the entire Jia Luo Continent can be counted on ten fingers.

Moreover, refining a ninth-grade pill requires extremely precious medicinal materials, and the success rate is also very small, so it can be said that the value of any ninth-grade pill is incalculable!

Especially the Healing Elixir, the Nine Turns Small Pill, the entire Chu City can't take out a few, who can believe that a medicine boy with a low status can take it?

Isn't it for the sake of claims, deliberately exaggerating Haikou?

Not to mention that Chu Moyu didn't believe it, even Ji Yan glanced at Fang Cun with a strange look.

"Boy, you're just a medicine boy, right?" Chu Moyu asked sharply. Even if you consider that this guy has served Murong Zheng, a ninth-order Dan master, but given Murong Zheng's stinginess and his humble status, it is impossible to obtain the Ninth Transformation Minor Returning Dan.

Chu Moyu's questioning tone made Fang Cun feel extremely resentful, and his whole face became stiff, "The medicinal power of the ninth-level pill is thick, and it will not disappear immediately, have I taken out the little pill, and when I see Su Zhaojiu, I will naturally understand!In addition, even if I am a medicine boy, how can Young Master Chu conclude that I can't take out the ninth-level pill? Although I am not surnamed Murong, my surname is Fang!"

"Fang ......!" Chu Moyu heard this surname, a surprise flashed in a pair of peach blossom eyes, he pursed his lips, let out a low snort in his throat, and suddenly stopped saying a word.

Ji Yan was silent all the way, showing indifference to the information revealed in their conversation, and when he finally ran to the destination, he panted and pointed to the room where Su Zhaojiu was, and Ji Yan moved away with a flash.

Pushing open the door, she saw Su Zhaojiu on the bed facing the door, he was lying unconscious, and his chest could not rise and fall with his faint breath. And his clothes, from the waist down, were almost bloody, his cheeks were dry and thin, and his hair was a decadent gray......

Ji Yan felt that his eyes were a little dry, and walked over quickly, and saw Su Zhaojiu's abdomen, which was in the dantian position, and the wound was an extremely deep hole, but not a drop of blood could come out.

She couldn't imagine the torture Su Zhaojiu was suffering from Murong Zheng, her heart was blocked in one breath, and she couldn't tell whether it was because of anger or self-blame.

Murong Zheng is right, if she can come back sooner, the outcome of things will be different.

Ji Yan rubbed his sour eyes and said, "Master, the disciple has avenged you!"