Master Ding Bo saw his surprised expression in his eyes, and said proudly: "Brother Dao, you Mochiyue Sect has a lot of immortal delicacies, but you must not have tasted the specialty of our underworld, the Qiong Juice Toad?"

Fang Ling was also happy to pretend to be confused, nodded and said, "My master once said that the underworld is rich in rare things, and even the immortal gate is difficult to find. ”

Ding Zhubo picked up the bamboo tube and gently plunged it into the head of the Qiong Juice Toad, the toad's brainskin was obviously very thin, and it was poked a hole all of a sudden, and then he handed over the cup with a smile and said, "Brother Dao, if you taste it, you will know that this Qiong Juice Toad is no worse than any immortal drink." ”

"This ......" Fang Ling instinctively hesitated, he knew that the people of the underworld were unlikely to fight his idea of being a disciple of the Immortal Sect, so this Qiong Juice Toad was definitely not poisonous, but it was really a bit uncomfortable to drink this toad's brain juice.

Ding Zhubo seemed to guess what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "Brother Dao, don't worry too much, this Qiong juice toad is different from ordinary toads, it is a special product in the snow of the underworld, it eats snow and is born, the brain juice is like a beautiful jade, the whole body is comfortable, and after eating, it will not die, as long as it is thrown back into the snow, but half a month of work, its head will grow full of brains." ”

Fang Ling was relieved at this time, holding the bamboo tube and inhaling it, his brain juice was inhaled, and he suddenly had an unpredictable feeling, and the pores of his whole body were so comfortable that they all opened up in an instant, as if he was going to fly immediately.

Ding Zhubo also pierced the toad's head, squinted his eyes and sucked his brain juice comfortably, Fang Ling secretly said that the things and fruits of the underworld were extraordinary, and after the brain juice was sucked and the bamboo tube was pulled out, he found that Ding Zhubo really didn't lie, the toad still had his eyes open, and he didn't even seem to feel pain.

After the two of them had finished sucking, the maid came over and took the toad away.

Fang Ling secretly said that Huo Jun had a high opinion, if you negotiate as a mortal, I am afraid that the other party will not look at you squarely, and with the identity of a disciple of the Immortal Sect, the other party still treats people with courtesy, and I am afraid that even the king of a country will not be able to enjoy this treatment.

In fact, it is exactly like this, no matter how you have status in the mortal world, for the people in the underworld, it is just a mere mortal, and life and death have to go through the underworld, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

However, the disciples of the Immortal Sect are different, they cultivate the Immortal Dao, and a disciple with outstanding qualifications like Fang Ling, who is from the Great Gate Sect, is very likely to become an immortal, so for the people in the underworld, it is also a very advantageous thing to be able to deal with a future immortal.

Therefore, Master Ding Bo didn't treat Fang Ling as an outsider at all, chatted casually, and asked some things about the Moon Sect, Fang Ling had already been taught by Huo Junyuan, so the answer was fluent.

Not long after, a fifty-year-old man pushed open the bamboo curtain and came, the old man obviously had a good appearance when he was young, even though he is now in his fifties, but he looks dignified and extraordinary.

He was also very well maintained, his skin was a little more pink than a woman's, he had a smile on his face, and he was wearing a silver robe.

As soon as the old man came, Master Ding Bo immediately stood up, Fang Ling owed, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "The younger generation has seen Lord Fujun. ”