Chapter 710: Nine Turns Soul Rejuvenation Pill (1)

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"Huh?" Long Xiaopang's two small eyebrows were twisted together.

Ye Yuxi shook his palm, and with a slight force, the Burning Sea Thunder Flame in his palm suddenly increased.

Squeak, squeak.

The Purple Spirit Lightning Marten screamed in dissatisfaction.

"Hungry again?" Ye Yuxi put away the flames, leaned down, took out the white jade bottle, and poured a few drops of spiritual liquid in his palm.

The purple spirit lightning marten licked unsatisfactorily. Lick clean.

Ye Yuxi had to pour a few more drops.

"Boss."

"Master."

"Miss."

The fat man came over one after another.

"Everyone's okay." Night Feather Xi looked around at everyone.

"It's okay, Boss." The fat man laughed and looked at Ye Yuxi: "Boss, what are you cultivating now?" ”

Cultivation?

Ye Yuxi closed his eyes and felt the situation in his body, a touch of surprise appeared on his face, and he said slowly: "Spirit Seventh Order, Intermediate Level." ”

Kindness?

Long Xiaopang raised his head suddenly: "Little girl, what's the matter?" ”

Ye Yuxi shook his head, it was inconvenient to say this, so he had to pretend to be stupid.

Bai Jinyi on the side understood Ye Yuxi's expression, looked around, and said softly: "We have to get out of here quickly, there was such a big battle just now, I'm afraid that the spirits from several miles nearby will come to check." ”

Several people followed the route marked on the map and returned.

The road I took in the Blood Mist Valley when I came, but I didn't dare to try it.

That blood mist is too weird!

Long Xiaopang was tired, and went directly into the chaotic space to hitchhike, and even the purple spirit lightning marten fell asleep in the sleeve of Ye Yuxi after he was full.

"Little girl, what level of your current exercises?" Long Xiaopang sent a message to Ye Yuxi in his heart.

"Ground Level." Night Feather Tide Road.

"Steps? Did you directly cross a grade? Long Xiaopang muttered quietly.

When the exercises enter the ground level, and the Xuan level, the yellow level exercises will produce a fundamental difference, and the ground level exercises can greatly save the spiritual power in the body.

"That's not right, the exercise has advanced to a level, even if you have the suppression of the ninefold seal and devour the alien fire, your strength should at least be raised to the eighth order or above of the spirit master!" Long Xiaopang affirmed.

"Here's the blame." Ye Yuxi responded with a wry smile in her heart.

It took a full five minutes to tell Long Xiaopang everything that happened in the Fire Fighting Technique.

"I'll tell you when I think about it." After saying a word, Long Xiaopang was gone.

After walking for most of the day, the surrounding scenery has changed from a rich purple to a lilac.

Several people stopped to rest.

"Boss, we should leave the core area, and then go back to the imperial capital directly, or go to Scott." The fat man asked.

"How long have we been out?" Night Feather Xi looked at a few people.

Time......

"It's been a few days in the desert, it's been more than half a month." The fat man replied.

Ye Yuxi frowned, "Time is not enough, buy some things from Scott, let's go back to the imperial capital directly." ”

"Just go back?" Bai Jinyi looked at Ye Yuxi in surprise.

"Go back and send it to His Highness the Seventh! Portion! Courtesy! Ye Yuxi's eyes were full of chills.

On this day, Night Feather Tide has been waiting for a long time!

With a flash of inspiration, Long Xiaopang slowly appeared around several people.

"Master Long?" The chill in Ye Yuxi's eyes disappeared.

Long Xiaopang was holding an ancient book the size of his belly pocket in his arms, and looked at Ye Yuxi with a solemn face: "Little girl, you have something to do." ”

What?

Several people were stunned.

"What's wrong?" Bai Jinyi's magnetic voice sounded.

"Xiaobai, do you know that the Nine Turns Soul Restoration Pill." Long Xiaopang's voice was very soft, for fear of saying a wrong word.