Dugu Xiaolang was full of interest, gave up the sword, and observed Zhou Qiankun's medicinal liquid.

Zhou Qiankun's every move was quite professional, even if he had seen many big bull refining herbs in the Divine Sword Sect, in comparison, he still felt that Zhou Qiankun's techniques were even more exquisite.

Looking at Zhou Qiankun's process of refining the Linghai Solid Base Liquid, he couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Lin, your alchemy skills are really amazing, I also want to learn it, I don't know if I can advise?" ”

Asking for advice is false, but getting closer is true.

For him, if he was able to make friends with such an alchemy master, it would only be good for his future cultivation, and there would be no harm.

When Zhou Qiankun heard this, he smiled slightly and agreed.

Dugu Xiaolang's temperament is very in line with his heart, easy-going, and not domineering.

It's much better than those who are high up in the sky.

It's also a good thing to make friends with them.

He secretly said in his heart: Seeing that you are so good, I will let you go.

Fortunately, Dugu Xiaolang didn't know what he was thinking, otherwise he would have been grateful.

So, in this hidden valley, Dugu Xiaolang began to follow Zhou Qiankun to learn the art of alchemy.

Liu Yongfei and others also joined in from time to time, and for a while, the valley was full of laughter, and everyone seemed to have forgotten the chaos and danger of the outside world.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

One day, when everyone was collecting medicine in the valley, a strong breath suddenly hit.

Zhou Qiankun and the four of them looked at Guguchi, their brows furrowed.

Dugu Xiaolang seems to have gone deeper to collect medicine, this guy is really unreliable.

Don't care about the people, Zhou Qiankun continued to refine the medicine.

Seeing that he was so calm, Liu Yongfei and the four of them were also infected, and indifferently surrounded Zhou Qiankun to observe the alchemy technique.

In the miasma, more than 20 people came.

Most of these twenty or so cultivators were at the peak of the Spirit Sea, wearing the clothes of disciples of the Seven Gods Sect.

The person at the head is the true titular leader of the Seven Gods Sect, Bei Yingyi, who is extremely strong, second only to the Twelve Heroes Tianjiao.

Looking at the Medicine Valley, Bei Mingyi looked happy.

"The news is true, there is indeed a medicine valley here that has never been discovered."

In his hand, he was holding a map, scribbled and freshly drawn.

Then, he glanced at it and saw Zhou Qiankun and his party in the medicine valley.

Linghai mid-stage cultivation, Taixuanmen disciple clothing, five people.

Bei Mingyi judged the difference in strength between the two sides in an instant.

He raised his head proudly, and his tone was condescending.

"Here, our Seven Gods Sect has taken a fancy to it, you are too Xuanmen to get out."

He was extremely confident, believing that as long as he said a word, the five people would obediently get out.

However, there was silence in the valley.

Zhou Qiankun calmly turned around and glanced at him, and then continued to concentrate on refining medicine as if nothing had happened.

At this time, the refining of the Linghai Solid Foundation Liquid reached a critical moment, and he was in no mood to care about these people.

Liu Yongfei and the four of them sat quietly on the side boredly, without even looking at them.

This feeling of being ignored made the disciples of the Seven Gods so depressed that they vomited blood.

Wherever they went before, the monks of other forces all stayed away from them, how could they have been so humiliated!

One of them stood up and yelled, "Are you deaf? I can't hear Senior Brother Beiming talking to you! ”

Zhou Qiankun didn't raise his eyelids, but just said to the end of the canyon flatly: "Brother Xiaolang, please deal with these people." ”

Zhou Qiankun's casual tone made Liu Yongfei look at him strangely.

This guy really dares, talking to Lonely Xiaolang like this, this should be the first person.

When others meet Dugu Xiaolang, who is not respectful?

Zhou Qiankun didn't feel that there was anything wrong, he took the initiative to be a bodyguard, and now that the danger is coming, isn't it time for him to work?

Bei Mingyi frowned, vigilant in his heart, could it be that there is a sixth person in the valley?

But why didn't he feel any breath?

Could it be that this person is scaring himself?

He snorted coldly, and didn't care.

What if there is a sixth person? He is the strongest group under Yingjie, Yingjie is not out, who competes!

"Heh, do you think that will scare me? It doesn't matter if you Zhang Xiaolang, Wang Xiaolang or Zhao Xiaolang, whoever comes today will have to fight with me! ”

There is a domineering aura on his body, and he is proud of the world.

This momentum infected the disciples behind him, and they all looked at him with adoring eyes.

"Senior Brother Beiming is mighty, Senior Brother Beiming is here, no matter what kind of Xiaolang you are, you have to lie on your stomach in front of my Senior Brother Beiming."

"That's it."

Zhou Qiankun and the five of them were stunned when they heard this, and then looked at Bei Mingyi with strange eyes.

Is he really too confident, or is Dugu Xiaolang so deterrent?

Bei Mingyi would not have thought that the little lang brother in Zhou Qiankun's mouth was Dugu Xiaolang.

After all, in his opinion, how could such a character put down his body and a group of Taixuanmen disciples from the middle stage of the Spirit Sea, and came from the tail of the crane among the first-class forces.

As soon as Bei Mingyi's words fell, a light laugh came from the depths of the valley.

Then, Dugu Xiaolang walked out leisurely, holding a precious herb in his hand, looking leisurely.

"Yo, I didn't expect you to not see Bei Mingyi for many days, and you don't even put me Dugu Xiaolang in your eyes?"

Dugu Xiaolang looked at Bei Mingyi with a smile as he walked.

This casual voice made Bei Mingyi, who was still domineering just now, stiffen his face.

He turned into a sad face in seconds, and looked at the lonely Xiaolang in disbelief.

How is he?

He couldn't wait to pump himself a few big mouths, why didn't he think of him in the first place!

The other disciples of the Seven Gods Sect were also like docile kittens, and they suddenly lost their domineering appearance.

I cried out in my heart, Mom, why is this killing god here?

Zhou Qiankun looked at their appearance of cowardice for a second, and fanned the flames against Dugu Xiaolang.

"Brother Xiao Lang, as one of the twelve heroes, it seems that these people don't take you seriously, just now this Bei Mingyi also said that he would give you two big fights."

Zhou Qiankun's words made Bei Mingyi half frightened to death, his legs were weak, and he almost knelt down.

His eyes glared at Zhou Qiankun viciously, telling him to shut up quickly.

Zhou Qiankun shrugged helplessly, I just stated a fact.

Dugu Xiaolang watched him stare at Zhou Qiankun viciously, and his tone was not good.

"What? Bei Mingyi, do you have an opinion about my brother? ”

After that, the sword on his back came out of the sheath in vain, the blade of the sword was cold and piercing, and the sword intent contained in it seemed to be able to tear the heavens and the earth, and Bei Mingyi's heart was beating in horror.

Like a frightened rooster, he hurriedly took a step back, his hands swinging like rattles.

The mouth was staggered, and dense beads of sweat appeared on the brows.

His face turned pale and his whole body trembled.

He fought back his fear, barely squeezing out a smile.