When Mingyue heard this, their hearts tightened, Shen Hou Ye is going to talk about the conditions, the Heavenly Spirit Seven-Leaf Clover, the Six-Grade Spirit Grass, are extremely rare, and they cannot be bought in the market of the hermit world, so it can be said that there is no price.

Its value can be called a spiritual treasure, if the Heavenly Master Sect wants to exchange it for a spiritual treasure, they don't have a few, it would be good to be able to take out a few top-grade magic weapons.

"Master Shen, I don't know what you want us to exchange for?" asked the Medicineless Elder.

Shen Lang pondered, as a sect of more than a thousand years, the Heavenly Master Sect has a very deep heritage, and there are countless exercises and pills, but ordinary things, Shen Lang still can't look down on them.

"I haven't thought about this yet, I can give you the spirit grass, but I ask that after refining the breakthrough pill, at least one will be given to me. Shen Lang asked.

I thought that there was no chance, and my mood fell to the freezing point, but when I heard Shen Lang say that as long as I gave him a breakthrough pill, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and touched his fragile liver.

This Heavenly Spirit Seven-Leaf Clover, according to its growth and the energy it contains, can refine five Breakthrough Pills, but this is impossible, there will always be mistakes, and there is a certain element of luck.

However, with the alchemy technique of medicineless, he could successfully refine at least three.

"Okay, I can call the shots on this, as long as I refine more than one, I'll give you one. Wuyao said hurriedly.

Shen Lang smiled and looked at Wuyao.

"Of course, a Breakthrough Pill is far less valuable than the Heavenly Spirit Seven Clover, and we will compensate for it from other faces. Wuyao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and quickly added.

"Fortunately, you know the value of the Heavenly Spirit Horse Clover. Shen Lang's implication was that he wanted to get more from the Heavenly Master Sect.

"Poor Dao knows what you mean. Wuyao touched his gray beard and said decisively.

Wuyao called Mingyue to his side and whispered a few words in his ear.

Mingyue comprehended the meaning of the drug-free elder, and said to Shen Lang in a loud voice, "Lord Shen, you are the great hero of our Heavenly Master Sect, from today onwards, the Gathering Spirit Pagoda is infinitely open to you, you can come and go freely everywhere in the Heavenly Master Sect, and you can choose the magic weapons and exercises hidden in this sect at will." ”

"Marquis Shen, are you satisfied with this condition?" Wuyao squinted at Shen Lang with wrinkled eyes.

"Your faction is so hospitable, but I am disrespectful. Shen Lang nodded.

After earning it, you can wander around in a sect and learn the secrets that are not passed on, which is the best for Shen Lang, who became a monk halfway.

Originally, I wanted to use Qiang to go to the library to have a look, but I still had a jealousy of the Heavenly Master Sect, and I didn't rush in, because such a thousand-year-old Xuanmen can be passed down for thousands of years, so it is definitely confident, as long as it doesn't violate their bottom line, everything is still negotiable.

Once the survival of the sect is touched, those masters behind the scenes will take action.

For the nonsense of the past few days, they can turn a blind eye and ignore a marquis in the world.

Shen Lang noticed this, so he just touched it a little and didn't make a big fuss.

"After fighting with that little demon for a long time, Zhenyuan spent a lot, and I was a little hungry. Shen Lang gently touched his stomach.

"You are deaf, don't you go and prepare for the Hou Ye!" Mingyue reprimanded a few disciples in charge of the kitchen.

When the men heard this, they immediately ran to the kitchen.

"Master Shen, I didn't take good care of it, you wait a while. Mingyue said embarrassedly.

"In order to apologize for our inconsiderate hospitality, Ming Feng, you go and get my collection of Qionghua Yulu Hundred Flowers Brew. "There is no medicine to instruct his own disciples.

"Master, there are only two bottles left, and you are reluctant to drink them yourself. "Mingfeng is not happy.

"Fool, don't hurry up and prepare!" Wuyao scolded.

Ming Feng hurriedly ran over to the alchemy room to get wine.

Half an hour later, Shen Lang and Wuyao sat in a quiet room in the Dan room.

It's just a case, with a few delicate side dishes on it, and there is no meat, but there is also a small bottle of wine.

"Lord Shen, poor and talented, in order to express my gratitude today, I specially took out the Qionghua Yulu Hundred Flowers Brewed by myself to express my gratitude. Elder Wuyao picked up a glass of wine.

Shen Lang also raised the cup and touched it gently, and then drank it, the spirit wine was fragrant, and it also contained the aroma of a hundred flowers, but the aura was relatively abundant.

"It's really good, good spirit wine. Shen Lang admired.

"Lord Shen, it's a pity that there is too little wine, mainly because the raw materials are difficult to find, this requires good nectar, hundreds of petals can be brewed, and there is so much to it. "After drinking without medicine, his face turned red.

"To be able to drink such a fine wine, this marquis has not come to Longhu Mountain in vain. Shen Lang smiled.

"Master Hou has won the award, my wine is a good wine in the mortal world, but compared to a kind of wine I have drunk, it is a world of difference!"

"Is there anything better than this wine?" said Shen Langqi.

"It was more than a hundred years ago, when Poor Dao was lucky enough to refine a pill, and the man gave me a bottle of wine, saying that it was rewarded by his master, and I didn't ask him who his master was at that time.

Ever since I drank that wine, I've always missed it, a drunkenness that went deep into my soul.

After I drank it, I slept for three months before I woke up, and my cultivation broke through. "Wuyao is still immersed in that realm.

The drunkenness in the depths of his soul has been sleeping for three months, could this not be an immortal bar? Shen Lang was aroused.

"Is it fairy wine?"

That's all that can be explained. Wuyao smiled.

"But how come people who have drunk immortal wine have not become immortals?" Shen Lang teased.

"So I'm also wondering if I'm drinking fairy wine. "It's a bit helpless to have no medicine.

"Dao Chief, why do you look different from ordinary monks?"

"You mean that the poor path is old! It doesn't matter! The poor path chose to cultivate after the age of sixty. Wuyao explained.

"I see, otherwise, with the cultivation of the Taoist, the appearance would not be so old-fashioned. Shen Lang suddenly realized.

"Master Shen, I also have a doubt, how do you know the exercises of this sect, who is the master?" asked Wuyao.

"Hehe, by chance, I happened to learn the exercises of the Heavenly Master Sect. Shen Lang covered Chen Zuyi's layer.

"Hou Ye doesn't want to say it, the poor road is not difficult for others, just when Hou Ye has a fate with this door, come, and do this last cup. "Wuyao knows that Shen Lang has a lot of secrets, and he won't say it.

The two of them drank the wine down, and an extremely comfortable feeling permeated their bodies.

"Marquis Shen, you have helped me so much, you will be my benefactor in the future, and if you encounter problems along the way to cultivation in the future, you can come and ask me at any time. Wuyao said happily that during the conversation, he found that Shen Lang's Dao foundation was not solid enough.

"That's natural, I'm a monk halfway, and occasionally get the inheritance of your sect, and there are still a lot of things I don't understand, I want to ask you for advice. Shen Lang said modestly.

After eating and drinking, Shen Lang returned to the Jingshe to consolidate her cultivation, drank the precious blood, and then drank the drugless spirit wine, she felt that the true qi in her whole body was running around, and she had to quickly meditate and recuperate.