No one in the world knows that the alchemy skills of the Spirit Clan are extremely exquisite, and a low-level pharmacist of the Spirit Clan, his alchemy skills are comparable to those of other high-level alchemists, and he can get their alchemy to pass it on, for Xuanling Pavilion, this is an opportunity to improve the overall level of alchemy.

The strength of the alchemist is the key to the strength of a sect.

As soon as the patriarch's voice fell, the head of the family clearly felt that the breath of the clothes on the side was unstable, not because of weakness or fear, but because of anger, her blood surged, and her body was unstable.

"Master, since it is an internal matter of the Spirit Clan, let's not interfere, and besides, if you have a loss of morality, it is not suitable to stay in the Xuanling Pavilion. ”

Deacon Li spoke at the right time, and I have to say that he was very moved by the conditions proposed by the patriarch of the Spirit Clan, as for whether the clothes were really as the patriarch said, what did it matter to him?

Fuyi finally came to her senses, her body was surging with resentment, and the strap that bound her hair suddenly broke off, and her hair fell out without wind.

"Obviously, you coveted what my father left behind, and you killed my mother and wanted to kill me, even if you kill me so much, don't think about it!"

Deacon Li's heart moved, and the patriarch of the Spirit Clan spent his strength to find out the clothes no matter what, and it seemed that the treasure in the clothes in his hands was very good. He hesitated and didn't speak again.

The patriarch looked at the clothes, and the undisguised killing intent poured out.

Jing Xin stood aside, with a worried look on her face, at this moment, she suddenly felt a faint gaze fall on her, and as soon as she turned around, she saw Yishu looking at her, blinking in the direction of the lonely mountain.

Jing Xin immediately understood, and she took advantage of no one's attention, quietly slipped out of the medicine hall, and rushed in the direction of the lonely mountain.

In the alchemy room, the atmosphere was tense and depressing, and in the face of the patriarch's coercion, he did not avoid his clothes and looked at him with his head held high.

"When will you get rid of your liar?" the patriarch suddenly sighed, looking disappointed.

"You just keep acting, unless you beat me to death here today, I will never leave with you!"

The patriarch's expression changed again and again, if he could, he would like to directly slap his clothes to death, but in this way, what Zi Mo left behind would be exposed in front of people, which was the last thing he wanted to see.

Although the spirit clan is powerful in alchemy, its cultivation talent is not high, except for the dead Zimo, the spirit clan has not seen a master who can protect the clansman for many years. He didn't dare to imagine what kind of bloody storm the spirit clan would usher in if the secret book of alchemy left behind by Zi Mo was known to the world.

The lord said that the things left behind by Zimo should not be touched by more people, and could only be brought back secretly. Thinking of that adult, the gloom in the patriarch's eyes deepened.

Fuyi's tough attitude and the boss's delay in expressing his stance made him unable to bear it anymore.

I saw that the patriarch stretched out his hand into a claw, his sleeves were automatic without wind, and the spiritual power of his fingertips surged into the void and grabbed his clothes. Fuyi felt a huge suction force sucking her, and she was about to fly towards the patriarch.

At this moment, the head of the sect suddenly made a void palm to block the spiritual power of the patriarch, and at the same time, he reached out to protect the whisk behind him. But in the blink of an eye, the two of them made a few moves in the void.

"The head of the sect is going to take care of the affairs of my clan?" the patriarch Yin Owl looked at the head of the sect.

"Fu Yi is a disciple of my Xuanling Pavilion, Your Excellency said to take it away, isn't it challenging the majesty of my Pavilion. ”

"Boss, if what the patriarch of the Ling clan said is true, how can she stay in the pavilion if she has a loss of virtue in her clothes, it is better to expel her from the pavilion without hurting everyone's harmony. ”

Deacon Li pondered for a long time and spoke again.

"If the head of the sect agrees, I promise to let the strong pharmacist come to Xuanling Pavilion to teach once a year in the future. ”

The patriarch glanced at Deacon Li, who was full of joy, and took the opportunity to tempt. In the temptation just now, he almost did his best, but the head of the sect Yun lightly blocked him back, and he suddenly understood that today's matter really couldn't be forced.

I have to say that this temptation is very strong, and not only Deacon Li is present, but many people are moved. Although Fu Yi showed a little edge in the pavilion, compared to the conditions proposed by the patriarch, her edges were really not worth mentioning.

Many pharmacists looked at the head with expectant eyes, no one noticed, the medicine king's gaze fell on the thin figure behind the head like a small volcano that could erupt with infinite fire and energy at any time, and he didn't seem to hear the patriarch's proposal.

At this moment, an arrogant and cold voice came from the door.

"It's a good deal to exchange my apprentice for the annual teaching opportunity in your Medicine Temple, and the old man has to admit that Deacon Li's mind is really good. ”

Amano stood indifferently in the doorway, and behind him Ki also stood indifferently.

Did the master leave the customs ahead of schedule? Fuyi looked at Amano and Kiya, and his angry and wavering heart finally became a little more settled.

"Elder Amano, don't forget, the rise and fall of the Medicine Hall is related to the rise and fall of the Xuanling Pavilion, and how can it be my business alone?" if Elder Amano disagrees, naturally no one will force it, but," Deacon Li glanced at the medicine masters around him, "I missed an opportunity, that is an opportunity for the rapid development of the Xuanling Pavilion." ”

Elder Amano had a smile on his face.

"Deacon Li said this, if I don't agree, wouldn't I become a sinner who hinders the development of Xuanling Pavilion?"

"So you agree?" said Deacon Lee, with a look of ecstasy on his face.

The head of the house looked at the smile on Deacon Li's face that could not be hidden, and the gentleness on his face replaced a touch of anger. Without waiting for him to speak to Amano, the medicine king on the side spoke indifferently.

"If Xuanling Pavilion can't accommodate Fuyi, and the old man, the old man has long been looking forward to having such a disciple as Fuyi. ”

The scene was suddenly silent, and even Deacon Li closed his mouth and didn't dare to say anything more. Although he and the Medicine King are not from the same family, they are both subordinate to the Medicine Refining Division, and the Medicine King in the Medicine Refining Division is his top boss, the person the boss fancy, how dare he talk more?

Although the patriarch was annoyed, his face became more and more afraid to show it, he didn't expect so many people to protect his clothes. His eyes were on Deacon Lee, and although he didn't know who this person was, the only one who dared to speak out in this scene was Deacon Lee.

But seeing that the other party secretly glanced at him, the meaning was self-evident, and the patriarch's hanging heart was temporarily relaxed.

A dispute over the removal of the clothes was temporarily suspended in the words of the medicine king.

On the lonely mountain, she sat in a daze, her eyes looking at the sunset that was about to set, but she didn't see anything, her eyes looked blank and empty, she just sat like that, depressed as if there was no present and no future, even Mu stood beside her for a long time and didn't notice it.

"How long are you going to sit like this?"

Hearing Kiya's voice, Fu Yi didn't jump up like a frightened rabbit like before, she didn't look back, she didn't move.

"The enemy who killed my mother is right in front of me, but I can't avenge my mother happily, so I'm useless. Her voice was one of despair and despair.

Mu Ye's hands hanging on his sides suddenly clenched, and the flicker with his back to him could not see the loneliness and melancholy that suddenly rose on his face.

"It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, you will always have a chance when you are so young, I'm afraid that you won't even have a chance and object for revenge. ”

Fu Yi had never heard Mu Ye's depressed tone, she hurriedly looked back, but saw that Mu Ye had already turned around, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, she only saw a lonely back, gradually moving away.