Thinking of this, Xiang Tian couldn't help but feel a little scared in his heart.

He decided to end his practice early.

Quickly passed through the Yanyu Alley, and walked straight to the end of the Yanyu Alley, a very simple and unpretentious hall.

A group of Maoshan disciples in the hall were arguing.

"I said, just disband the Maoshan faction, anyway, the Maoshan faction is poor and small now! There is no hope of surrendering to the land at all! People on the rivers and lakes are almost laughing at our Maoshan faction! Look at the Qingcheng faction again, there are fish and meat all over the world! A young Maoshan disciple threw the sword behind his back to the ground in anger: "Damn, I've had enough!"

"Zhang Mazi, don't forget! If it weren't for our Tsing Yi Zi to rescue you back to the Maoshan faction, you would have starved to death on the streets! Don't be ungrateful!" An older old Taoist priest scolded the young disciple named Zhang Mazi.

I saw that when the young disciple heard Tsing Yizi, he blushed and lowered his head at that time, and muttered in a low voice: "The head of Tsing Yizi is gone, do we have a future with a hairy boy? You see, he went to the Tianshan Sect, and several of our senior brothers are gone!"

The little disciple wiped away his tears fiercely.

Xiang Tian heard these conversations in the back, and his heart was also sour! Then he turned around and left.

He doesn't want to hear it, and he can't listen to it anymore!

Just walked not far, Wu Ming happened to walk out of Yanyu Alley.

"Master!" Wu Ming was still polite to Xiang Tian.

"Sister Wu Ming, take me to the alchemy room now!" Xiang Tian looked at Wu Ming expressionlessly, and said meaningfully.

Wu Ming was stunned at first, but when she came back to her senses, she turned around and led the way: "Yes, you come with me!"

"How many disciples does the Maoshan Sect have now?" Xiang Tian kept following behind Wu Ming.

"There are less than twenty disciples left now!" Wu Ming paused before calmly replying.

"Oh, I see!" sighed to the sky.

When I arrived at the alchemy room, I took a general look at the sky, this Maoshan sect was really poor! Not to mention the cobwebs everywhere in the alchemy room, there was dust everywhere in the house!

Xiang Tian shook his head and muttered to himself: "Look at Qingyizi, it doesn't look like such an unsophisticated person?

After that, Xiang Tian took out the "Balance Technique" from his arms and quickly turned to a page: "According to this formula, help me refine twenty pills of this medicine!"

Wu Ming turned around and took the book, and read it carefully: "Five Poison Pills?"

"That's right!" replied Xiang Tian firmly.

"Okay!" Wu Ming finished reading and quickly returned the book to Xiang Tian.

Xiang Tian was very surprised by Wu Ming's unusual calmness: "Don't you ask me why I refine this poison and who is the poison for?"

"If you want me to refine medicine, naturally you have a reason! I don't need to ask more!" Wu Ming finished speaking, and didn't go back to the back of the alchemy room to find medicinal materials.

However, it is obvious that this poison is for the disciples of Maoshan Mountain!!