"Hey, what's going on? How did you faint? Mixed Yuanzi asked anxiously.

Feng Jiu glanced at him and said, "Don't worry, you can't die." She slowly turned the silver needle, and a trace of spiritual power breath was injected into the person's body through the silver needle, only to see that a light smoke seeped out from the top of his head, and with the oozing of this smoke, the originally red face gradually became normal.

Seeing this scene, Chao Yuanzi exhaled lightly, his eyes couldn't help but look at Feng Jiu, and secretly thought: This young man in Tsing Yi has two strokes, and the medicine that the old man can't solve, he actually solved it in three or two clicks.

At this time, outside, the people who had gathered together were standing together and talking.

"I didn't expect to meet the mixed yuan son of the Nebula Immortal Sect here, if I can get his recommendation, the children of our family can enter the Nebula Immortal Sect, it will be a great creation."

"How can it be that easy? The Xingyun Immortal Sect and the other three immortal sects belong to the four major sects, and the recruitment of disciples is extremely strict, the two juniors of my family have been going for three years in a row, and they have not been able to enter the four major sects. ”

"But who is that man? Could it be that he is the descendant of the mixed Yuanzi family? ”

"Not really."

"And that young man, who came out of nowhere, I think he fell into the eyes of the bastard." The other said, glancing at the closed door and sighing.

It is rare to meet the mixed yuan son of the Nebula Immortal Sect, if he can give a letter of recommendation, or should bring one or two of their juniors into the sect, then their family will also rise in the local area.

About a pillar of incense, the people heard the sound of talking from inside the chamber, because the volume was a little loud, and they could hear it clearly outside, so they looked at each other and listened.

In the side room, at the table, Feng Jiu looked at the things on the table with a look of disgust: "Isn't it?" That's all there is to it? It's worthless to look at! She picked up a magic weapon and looked at it, and said, "You probably got this from someone else, right?" You see, none of them are decent. ”

The things on the table were a little messy, what daggers inlaid with jewels, or some flying magic weapons, or some self-defense magic weapons, or some treasures for playing, were all extremely ordinary, and they couldn't get into her eyes at all.

"You still don't see any of this?" The old man glared, raised his eyebrows, picked up a magic weapon and said: "Look at this, this is what I got from a flying immortal monk, this can withstand several strong attacks, and this, this is a flying magic weapon, the speed is needless to say, and these, you see, this is actually not bad." ”

Feng Jiu glanced at it and said, "It's not eye-catching, these are worthless, they don't look good, they don't look good, they don't look very practical, if I want to be able to make more of this kind of thing than you." ”

"Why are you so picky? Then you say, what do you want? The old man asked, as he sat down at the table.

She pursed her lips, glanced at him, and said, "It must be something good!" Anyway, it saved that man's life! You know, if it weren't for the fun of watching you old and young, I wouldn't be too lazy to heal. ”