There was a mist that would never dissipate in the city of Mist, and at this time, ten alchemists dressed in black were being guided by the old man who thought they were rickety, following the route that had been planned for a long time, and slowly and leisurely squirming towards the hidden place. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The old man's body seemed to have decayed, and the whole stench was mixed with the strange medicinal fragrance around him, which seemed to be abnormally sweet.

"It's here..."The old man's voice seemed to come from under the Nine Shadows, even Chu Fei felt that this voice was a little disturbing, opened his eyes, and tried to observe the small courtyard in the distance through the mist.

"Squeak. "The decaying gate has carried too many years, and everyone is welcomed with a creepy sound of the door opening.

The old man did not change in the slightest, except for his arm, which was originally as steady as Mount Tai, trembled slightly at this moment.

The inexplicable excitement filled the old man, who had aged to the extreme, making the ten alchemists behind him feel like pins and needles.

"Come in. "Like old age, like youth, like decay, like the voice of new life came from behind the hidden door.

When Chu Fei heard this voice, he couldn't help but feel a chill, this powerful feeling made him feel a little like a mountain looking up, and the feeling was even more terrifying than Ling Zhan's forced questioning.

He muttered to himself, "No, is this the boss of Misty City?" Just kidding, why does this kind of character want to meet us little people?"

Between Chu Fei's muttering, the old man in the lead had already recovered his pace, and he didn't need to tell the few people behind, everyone had already followed suit.

The pace is not in a hurry, everyone's hearts are constantly becoming anxious, originally only between sizes, but under the leadership of the old man, it is extremely difficult to shorten.

After a stick of incense, everyone was already a little nervous, because they hadn't come near the somewhat rotten door until now.

"This..."One of the people in the crowd was a little nervous, and couldn't help but utter a syllable.

The old man paused suddenly, then turned his head, and suddenly showed an extremely complicated expression on his withered face, he opened his mouth, revealing his teeth that had rotted to the root of the teeth, and said, "Quack." ”

A whip emerged from his loose cuffs and slammed into the alchemist's head. The eerie whip was covered with tiny sharp teeth, and it only took a moment of contact to take away a large piece of flesh.

The alchemist was already frightened, and at this moment he gritted his teeth, but he didn't even make a sound, because he knew that if he made the slightest sound, what awaited him was death.

The old man withdrew his whip and once again entered his original state, and he still walked towards the rotten gate without hurrying.

The surrounding fog continued to rotate, and Chu Fei had a little realization in his heart, presumably this was a formation.

After another half a cup of tea, the old man who led the way in front suddenly slowed down, then bowed down and said to the door, "Master, bring it." ”

But the response to everyone was deathly silence, as if the person in the room had died and died.

After most of the day, the fluttering voice sounded again: "Eleven, you are dying." ”

When the old man heard this, his body pressed lower and lower, and he said humbly: "The slave can use it again." ”

As soon as the words fell, the originally rotten door made an unpleasant sound again, and finally after a bang, it was completely opened.

It's a pity that the fog is obscured, making it impossible to see the scene inside, but that strange fluctuation makes all the alchemists feel a little scared.

The old man, known as Eleven, slowly stood up, he had experienced too many years, and even a bending movement had already made him feel difficult.

He turned around, as if using the last of his strength, and hissed, "The last level, heal." With that, he re-stepped and walked towards the interior of the small courtyard.

When everyone saw and heard it, they didn't dare to think too much, and they tiptoed one by one, following the old man's back, and following in unison.

The feeling of walking on thin ice makes everyone feel uncomfortable, but in the face of power, all arrogant hearts can only passively bear it. The more they entered the hut, the more they felt a powerful coercion, which was covering their hearts.

The Qi cultivator is okay, but the spiritual consciousness of the Zhuji monk has awakened, and in the face of such a terrible coercion, one by one's faces became pale, and one by one gritted their teeth and persevered.

Outside the hut in the small courtyard, the voice came again: "Lian." ”

As soon as the old man listened to his master's instructions, the storage ring on his hand flashed, and a large row of containers had appeared on the empty ground.

With the advent of containers, the rich medicinal fragrance to the limit has emerged, and a series of jewels have emerged.

Seeing this scene, Chu Fei was a little stunned, because he had already encountered a dilemma, if he gave up the game now, then he would definitely not be able to obtain the Blood Mist Flower. If he chose to use his own precious blood to refine the healing elixir, it would be an absolute nightmare for him.

Thinking of this, Chu Fei's heart was a little more nervous. Facing the unknown Great Monk of Misty City, it really made him a little entangled.

"The great power of Misty City must have been sick for a long time and went to the doctor, this net fishing to find a way to treat himself, tsk, this Danwang Competition, it is really the Longtan Tiger's Den. ”

There are people who are as anxious as Chu Fei, but others already know the real situation, for example, the old medicine boy has experienced several competitions, and he has already known the injury of the ancestor of Misty City, and without the old man's orders, he has already begun to select the pills he needs in the medicine box.

At this time, the great power in the house whispered, "Look, hear, ask, cut." ”

Hearing the powerful command in the house, several newcomers finally sighed, and one of them asked softly, "Old Ancestor is not enough longevity?"

After half the salary, Eleven, who was about to decay, responded: "The master has enough life, if the life is insufficient, he has already pacified the enemy of Misty City, how can he rest here." There was a pride in his words.

Everyone knows that the Yuanying Monk is terrifying, and the Yuanying Monk who is about to live is the most terrifying existence among them. Because they are fearless, because they can blow themselves up.

At this time, another person asked, "That ancestor is the injury of the Yuan Infant, how can we, who are only alchemists who build the foundation, be optimistic about the injury of the Yuan Infant?"

Eleven's face remained unchanged, and he replied: "If it is the injury of the Yuan Infant, how can I be with an alchemist like you." ”

At this time, Chu Fei raised his head and asked with some vigilance, "Dare to ask why the ancestor was injured?"

But the ancestor in the house sighed, and the whole scene fell silent, obviously his injury was not so glorious, or rather, he didn't want others to know.