After living in the Da Gong Pavilion for more than ten days, soaking in the hot spring every day, Li Luohan felt as light as a swallow, and along the way, he was like a monkey holding a golden hoop stick, jumping around.

Lan Shen saw that he was happy, and took the initiative to help carry the mud pot, making him more self-free.

Qingyan looked at the wind, his hands were empty, and he suddenly sneered.

"Did you say you were the laziest?" Qingyan poked him with a bamboo pole.

Li Luohan originally didn't like to use ghost bamboo as a weapon, but when he saw Qingyan, he seemed to like it very much, and he used everything easily, and he gradually liked his hair.

Although the ghost bamboo was already a real bamboo at this time, he was still used to calling it Mao.

Leaving the confines of the Great Pavilion, the guards who saw them off stopped.

Not long after the two parties separated, the sky changed suddenly.

Suddenly, a strong wind struck, and the branches and leaves on both sides of the road rattled.

There seemed to be a foreign object in the jungle, and the dead branches and leaves were trampled to pieces.

"Alert!" Zhongyi reminded loudly.

Li Luohan, who was jumping at the forefront, immediately ran behind Qingyan.

"You're hiding at a critical moment?"

Qingyan gave him a look of what he wanted you to do.

There was a muffled sound.

The weight fell to the ground and kicked up a cloud of dust.

Everyone looked over and saw a ball with a large mouth rolling towards them not far away.

The ball is so fast that it is in the blink of an eye.

Zhongyi drew his sword and waved decisively, bringing up a barrier like a wave of qi in an instant.

Boom!

The ball hits the barrier.

In a short time, the barrier made a crunch and shattered.

Zhongyi didn't have time to swing his sword again, and the round ball slammed into Qingyan with great force.

Qingyan pulled the sudden wind back, and took a step forward without hesitation, raising his hand at the same time.

I saw her blushing, riveting, and holding the iron pot high.

"Boom-"

The iron pot smashes into the ball!

The ball stopped.

The iron pot also shattered.

Qingyan's wrist was numb from the force of the collision, and he took two steps back.

The wind held her up, and Li Luohan and Lan Shen blocked the front.

Qingyan rubbed her sore wrist and secretly vowed not to be so stupid next time.

The ball stretched, revealing an old square face, exactly seven feet.

He was knocked out of the iron pot and his eyes were full of stars, and blood was still flowing from his forehead.

Because of his attack by curling up into a ball, his body is harder than ordinary people, especially his head, which can be called an iron head.

Ordinary things can't hurt him, but I didn't expect a woman to break the pot and smash him to bleed.

"Elder Wu Xian." Seven feet word by word, gritted his teeth, and slowly walked towards the green smoke.

The people of the Qin Painting Academy and the Sanliu Academy were dealing with the influx of black-clothed people from all directions, and they had no time to take care of this side.

He lost the Potions Codex, and Qingyan thought he didn't know who he was, so he didn't find him.

Unexpectedly, he actually knew that if he endured it to this day, it would be because he was afraid of King Chengyang.

Swept around, Qingyan quickly measured the situation in his heart.

Everyone in the three major academies is extraordinary, but it is difficult to resist the attack of so many people from the demon race, so at this time, they can only bow their heads first.

Qingyan stepped on the feet of the wind, and did not allow him to act rashly, and then laughed so harmlessly that the livestock saluted to Seven Feet.

She smiled flatteringly at Qichi, "This son has a tiger's back and a dignified appearance, dare to ask the son's name?" ”

Seven feet is shorter than others from birth, and after the age of ten, he no longer grows taller, and what he desires most is to be able to cultivate a burly and strong body.

Qingyan just saw his mind and deliberately touted it like this.

The figure has always been a place where he has low self-esteem, and now there are pretty women who admire her, plus she is an elder of the academy, Qiqi forgot her ruthlessness in smashing people with pots, and her posture was proud, and she generously reported her name.

"The seven-foot man is really extraordinary."

Qingyan said hypocritically, and stretched out his hand towards Congfeng.

Sideways from the wind.

Qingyan frowned, these days, being a master really has no prestige.

"Wait a minute."

Qingyan smiled awkwardly at Qichi.

Turning to glare at Congfeng, seeing that he would not compromise, he turned around and grabbed his hand to grab the things in his arms.

Seven feet out of sight, Qingyan opened the Potions Codex and shoved the contents into Congfeng's hand.

Here are her translation notes in modern simplified characters.

"Seventh Prince, this should be what you're looking for." Qingyan was offered with both hands.

"In fact, after picking up the green smoke that day, I don't know how to be good, and no one knows the words on it, and no one knows who left it for a while, so I kept it on my behalf."

Qichi had read the study codex, its Chinese characters were mysterious, and the meaning was difficult to understand, knowing that what she said was true, so he ordered to retreat.

He also glanced at Qingyan before rolling away.

That look made Congfeng unhappy.

"Wu Xian Academy is a decent family, how can you nod to the people of the demon clan." Jiang Bi stood beside Zhongzhi.

In a word, the sound was so loud that even the people of Koto and Sanliu heard it.

"Oh, then you hurry up and chase them, kill them all, and get justice." Qingyan said coolly.

There are so many of them, how can she beat it? It was obvious that she deliberately wanted to send herself to death, Jiang Bi glared at her.

Qingyan didn't care about her at all, looking at the fragments of the iron pot that he had picked up from the wind.

"Knocked on it and it shattered? Seven-foot heads are harder than it. ”

Qingyan picked up a piece of the bottom of the four words blessed as the East China Sea and looked up and down, looking quite disgusted.

Among them, only Congfeng and Wei Lai knew about the Yellow Spring Cauldron.

Although Qingyan didn't say it directly, the iron kettle was similar to the Huangquan Cauldron described in the Demon Cave Travelogue, and the green smoke could condense the buckwheat teeth, and Wei Lai guessed in his heart that this was probably the Huangquan Cauldron.

"Can it still be fixed?" The Huangquan Cauldron is extremely precious, Wei Lai asked with concern.

Zhongyi and Kong Qun saw that as soon as he opened his mouth, they cared about a broken cauldron, and they thought about Qingyan's broken iron cauldron in their hearts.

Isn't this a treasure?

"I don't know."

Qingyan saw that there was a yellow metallic luster at the fracture, and wanted to turn it over and take a closer look.

"Shhhh

Her index finger was cut by a severed cut, and she gasped in pain and threw it to pieces.

"Are you alright?"

Li Luohan wanted to see his master's injuries, but he was preempted by Congfeng again.

He had one hand hanging in the air, lonely and lonely.

From the wind pinched Qingyan's palm, carefully examining her fingers.

"Just scratch a little, you're exaggerating......"

Qingyan felt that it was unnecessary, and was about to withdraw his hand, but Congfeng actually opened his mouth directly and took it in.

The faint pain between the fingers and abdomen was instantly covered by warmth.

The heat spreads from the fingertips, and the spark generally sweeps along the arms and the whole body.

Something ignited in her mind, crackling like it was on fire, and it burned her face red.

"Does it hurt?" Looking at her from the wind.

His eyes were black and bright, gentle as water, with a deep sense of distress.

Qingyan was stunned, as if he had been sucked by the eyes of the wind, and he couldn't return to his senses for a long time.

Fingers slipped, smiled at her from the wind, touched her head, and returned to normal.

"Look!" Kong Qun's screams woke her up.

Qingyan's movements were stiff, and she didn't know who to look at, or pushed her from the wind.

I saw that the fragments she threw on the ground trembled slightly, and the more they trembled, the more they trembled, and they suddenly turned over.

The side of the pattern and ancient characters is facing upwards, and the red blood stains stained on the edges seem to be pushed by an invisible mysterious force.

Circle along the lines, from the outside to the inside, and finally stop in the middle.

The red light flashed, and the blood droplets disappeared.

Rumble.

There was a thunderclap on a sunny day.

It turned out that the fragments suddenly exploded, and black powder flew up.

I couldn't see anything clearly, and everyone could only be busy waving their sleeves.

The dust settled, and the original debris was empty.

In front of Qingyan, there was a jade cauldron the size of an egg floating in the air.

Reach out from the wind and remove the jade cauldron and place it in the palm of Qingyan's hand.

"It's really yours now."