Lingxiao Zhenren twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and a trace of disgust flashed on his face: "Senior brother, has our Wuji Immortal Sect reached the end of the road?" ”

"Senior brother, what do you mean by this?" Han Qingci asked honestly.

In fact, he was immersed in the fate of the encounter with Chaohuang.

seems to be as stable as Mount Tai, but if you look closely, you can find that his pupils are not focused, and he doesn't notice the little contempt on Lingxiao's real face.

Suddenly, Lingxiao Zhenren, who was dressed in a simple robe and was solemn and majestic in the hearts of all the disciples, actually blew up his hair directly, and jumped twice without an image.

"If it weren't for the fact that our Wuji Immortal Sect was completely decaying and about to come to an end, how could I, the sect master, have such a sense of existence? Senior brother, I've been staring at you for a long time, is the cultivation of the Mahayana period so unworthy? ”

When the master picked up the younger brother, he was in the god transformation stage.

When the master died, he was in the Mahayana period when the master grew up.

Now, he is still in the Mahayana period, but his junior brother is already in the tribulation period.

Who can understand his pseudo-old fatherly feelings?

I didn't expect my senior brother to raise me as my son, Han Qingci glanced at my senior brother lightly, and let out a faint 'oh'.

Immediately, like a nobody, he continued to refine his Dan.

There is no need to doubt it, it was the perfunctory and sent away Lingxiao Zhenren's eyes widened in disbelief when he saw this, and he flicked his sleeves angrily.

The gesture is about to leave the Shattered Star Palace.

One-step... Two steps...

After half a cup of tea...

Standing in front of the Danfang and looking at the sky for a while, Lingxiao Zhenren still couldn't wait for his junior brother to stay...

Okay...

The master once said...

Let him not worry about some big ice lump (little cub)...

He respects his teacher!

"Senior brother, what kind of ancient recipe are you refining? To use so many high-grade elixirs? A dodge returned to Han Qingci's side, and Lingxiao Zhenren, who had never done anything, immediately changed the topic.

Han Qingci was stunned when he heard this, but he was not a senior brother who came back because he went.

It's because of the Dan he refined...

Han Qingci's eyes quickly flashed into a trance, and he looked at the Dan furnace in front of him with a little confusion: "I want to refine the Nine Turns Pei Yuan Dan..."

"Nine Zhuan Pei Yuan Dan? Who was hurt? That's not right! All you need for the Nine Turns Pei Yuan Dan is Lingluo Grass and Purple Lingzhi, what are you doing? ”

Lingxiao Zhenren pointed to the rare medicinal materials and finished elixirs in the Dan furnace, and instantly felt that his heart was dripping blood, as if Han Qingci was a loser.

You must know that his junior brother's private treasury is comparable to the Treasure Pavilion of the sect!

Why do you want to be so violent?

After a while, Han Qingci, who finally reacted, changed his previous ignorance, his eyes were sharp, and with a wave of his hand, he wiped off the residue in the Dan furnace and started all over again.

When the Xuan Ming True Fire under the Dan Furnace was ignited again.

Within a few moments, bursts of medicinal incense overflowed from the Dan furnace.

When the time came, Han Qingci lifted the lid without hesitation.

Lingxiao Zhenren looked at it and nodded proudly.

Well, his own junior brother is really hundreds of times stronger than Danfeng Peak.

At the bottom of the Dan furnace, there were nine Zhuan Pei Yuan Dan of excellent quality.

There is not a single waste pill or a mid-to-lower grade spirit pill.

When the medicinal fragrance and white mist gradually dissipated, Lingxiao Zhenren brushed his sleeves, wanting to play the autumn breeze and rub some elixir at his junior brother as he did before, but he didn't think about it, but he was blocked back by Han Qingci.

In an instant, Lingxiao Zhenren's old father's heart was hurt again.

Do you want our brotherhood for so many years?

If you want, you will divide the elixir in half...

Otherwise...

Lingxiao Zhenren was heartbroken in his heart, but Han Qingci's next words directly diverted all his attention.

"Senior brother, this is what I specially refined for my little apprentice!" Unique!