"How are you?" asked Zheng Ling anxiously.

Zhang Xiaofang's eyes were dim, his brain was dizzy, and he was almost faint, unable to speak for the time being.

Xue Ying said: "He didn't recover from his injuries in the first place, and he forcibly used his mana, which is ...... Let's help him to bed and rest!"

The two girls supported Zhang Xiaofang's body, walked into the room, helped him lie on the bed, and after resting for more than half an hour, Zhang Xiaofang slowly opened his eyes, but his face was haggard and pale.

The faces of the two girls showed a sad look because of worry, Zhang Xiaofang looked at it, felt embarrassed, forced a smile and said, "I'm fine, I'll be fine with a rest!"

The two girls nodded, they understood that Zhang Xiaofang was afraid that they would be worried.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofang's injury is not more serious than before, but the recovery time is probably unpredictable.

The cultivation of the two girls only had a first glimpse of the realm of the two yi, and they couldn't deal with the provocations of those people, so he forcibly mobilized the power of Dan Yuan and forced the flow of qi and blood, so that the effect of the medicine could play some role in advance, but before he could make his body undergo drastic changes and fully recover, he forcibly supported and exerted his mana, which made the medicinal power that had just begun to take effect instantly suppressed.

Originally, after the medicinal power took effect, his injuries could be completely recovered in two or three hours, but once the medicinal power that had just taken effect was suppressed, he did not know what the result would be.

Fortunately, just after the crisis, Wan Jiu probably won't send someone to do things right away, so there should be plenty of time.

Old Man Ling Mo finally came back, this was really Wan Jiu's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain. Although the old man Ling Mo went to fight, and the people who challenged him were even claimed to be more than a dozen, in fact, he had not fought a single battle, and after opening the fight, the challenger suddenly repented, and then used silver taels to cancel the challenge.

Old Man Ling Mo didn't fight, but in the end he got back nearly two thousand taels of silver tickets, which can be regarded as a little gain.

Zhang Xiaofang had been lying quietly on the bed, and there was no sign of the drug reacting in his body for several days.

The elixir cultivated by the art of alchemy pills, when the medicinal effect is in effect, it is most taboo to be suppressed by the mana, and you can't take the pill again, after all, the original medicinal power is still there, but it can't take effect for the time being, once you take the medicine again, it will lead to a multiplied effect and play a cataclystic effect at the same time, but it is not a healing effect, but a destructive effect.

Zhang Xiaofang had no choice but to wait, if the effect of the medicine did not take effect for a year, he could only wait for a year.

Tianji Peak towers into the sky, and it looks even more majestic and mysterious in the night.

The Dharma Hall is located on top of the Tianji Peak, shrouded in thin clouds, and consists of the main hall and two courtyards, east and west.

In the courtyard of the West Chamber, Cui Qi was sitting alone under an ancient willow, drinking a pot of alcohol.

The intoxicating smell of wine drifted far away, and the intoxicating figure came with the smell of wine. The bright red Luo skirt wraps the figure very tightly, highlighting the graceful curve, and the cicada-wing-like Luo skirt, although it is wrapped in a delicate posture, is more desirable because of its hazy transparency.

"Why do you always avoid me?" the bewitching voice, with a soft chirp, fluttered in front of Trichy.

Triki's hand had just picked up his wine glass and paused, his eyes flickering with the undulation of his bright red body.

"I ......," he said after a long silence, "I didn't expect you to be from the Ghost Sword Villa!"

"So you're scared?" The bright red figure pressed close to Cui Qi, glanced at it, and said coquettishly: "You said at the beginning that you were not afraid of anything for me!"

Cui Qi was stunned for a moment, and gradually showed a strange smile, and the wine glass in his hand was handed to the red lips of the bright red figure, and said, "I am indeed not afraid of anything!"

The delicate red lips drank the wine down, and the remaining drops of wine slipped from the corners of her mouth and splashed on Triki's face. She smiled even more, her eyes flickering misty.

She is Hu Fangmei.

Cui Qi suddenly threw away the wine glass, reached out to wrap her hand around Hu Fangmei's slender waist, and took her into his arms with a little force.

With a soft groan, Hu Fangmei raised her eyes and stared at Cui Qi, her red lips opened slightly, Lan Fang spit lightly, and her breath became rapid.

Cui Qi's eyes revealed his bestial nature, and he reached out and grabbed the thin and transparent Luo skirt.

The night was intoxicating, and the Luo skirt, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, had been thrown into the air and slowly floated down......

After dawn, Cui Qi sat in the main hall of the Dharma Hall, and said to the nine senior disciples of the Deacon Hall with a solemn expression: "I don't know if you have heard, there is an outer disciple named Ling Mo on Kaiyang Peak, who has reached the peak state of the realm of the Four Elephants Conception and Fusion Realm, and is by no means worse than you, which makes me feel a kind of shame!"

The nine senior disciples of the Deacon Hall were silent and slowly lowered their heads.

Cui Qi said again: "Don't feel that your identity has any superiority, in Wuxuanzong, only the strong are worthy of respect, not identity!"

He set his eyes on Cai Luobin, and continued: "Cai Luobin, you immediately go back to Kaiyang Peak and personally invite Ling Mo here, I will make an exception to accept him as the tenth senior disciple of the Deacon Hall, so as to inspire all those who are diligent in cultivation and let everyone understand that the strong will always have a chance!"

When Cai Luobin was ordered to walk into the attic of Kaiyang Peak and tell Ling Mo the news, Ling Mo was not surprised at all, but he definitely couldn't refuse.

"Since this is the case, let me go and say goodbye to a few junior brothers and sisters!" Then he walked into Zhang Xiaofang's room with his body bent.

Although Zhang Xiaofang was lying on the bed, he had heard everything Cai Luobin and Ling Mo said in the hall, so when he saw Ling Mo walking in, he immediately congratulated him.

Ling Mo said in a hoarse voice, "If I leave, what will you do?"

Zhang Xiaofang showed that unique smile and said, "Elder Ling, don't worry!"

Ling Mo stared at Zhang Xiaofang's smile with a pair of gray eyes, and only nodded slightly after a long time, and said, "Well, I understand, and I'm relieved!" He patted Zhang Xiaofang's shoulder lightly and walked out.

Xue Ying and Zheng Ling were full of worries, they knew that the current tranquility was largely due to Ling Mo's existence, if Ling Mo became a senior disciple of the Deacon Hall and left Yang Peak, this mid-mountain attic would probably be difficult to have peace again.

But they couldn't stop it, and Ling Mo still left with Cai Luobin.

When the two girls were about to express their worries to Zhang Xiaofang, Zhang Xiaofang smiled and said, "Ordering a table of wine and food, we should celebrate Old Man Ling Mo!"

Zhang Xiaofang was lying on the bed, but he looked very happy, and the two girls couldn't bear to express their worries and affect Zhang Xiaofang's mood, so they could only order wine and food in a secret sigh.

The staff who delivered the wine and food were waiting outside the door, Zhang Xiaofang was lying in the house, and only the two girls were sitting in the hall, worried about a table of wine and food.

Zheng Ling said bitterly: "How could it be so coincidental, at this time, Old Man Ling Mo was promoted to the Deacon Hall and became a senior disciple, why don't you wait until Zhang Xiaofang gets better? It's been more than a month, when will Zhang Xiaomad get better?"

Xue Ying didn't speak, but her worries were exactly the same as Zheng Ling's.