Six Hundred and Sixtieth Seventh Chapter Break (A)

Two days passed in a flash. No matter what the commotion outside, inside the palace, it was still extremely peaceful.

As if everyone had forgotten this place, after two days, not even a single bird flew over here.

In the bedroom.

Lu Fan sat in front of the green pool, watching the rippling ripples quietly, as if he could see some mystery from it.

Lingyao sits with Xiao Hei in his arms, practicing meditation.

She was still absorbing the elixir that Lu Fan gave her last time.

Not everyone can be like Lu Fan, physically strong and able to absorb at will. For a martial artist like Lingyao, whose talent can only be said to be fair, he still has to take it step by step and absorb it carefully.

The last time Lu Fan ate a magic pill, it took ten days to absorb it.

Now that Lingyao wants to fully absorb the elixir that Lu Fan gave her, she probably won't be able to complete it in a few months.

However, Lingyao's current cultivation base is about to break through to the Digang realm. According to her progress, it is estimated that she will be able to fully enter in a few days.

Lingyao herself was also very happy, as expected, it was different to have a powerful husband-in-law.

Cultivation base level is rushing upwards, and she is going to become a warrior of the earth gang level soon.

When Lingyao practiced these two days, she always had a sweet smile on her face.

Thirteen stared at the girl's Majesty motionlessly. He was like a rock, for two days, he didn't say a word, he didn't move a step.

Her Majesty was so annoyed by his staring, she kept saying, "Hey, Shitou. Why don't you say something, my name is Lin Ruoxue, what's your name?"

Thirteen looked at her indifferently, and didn't speak, as if she didn't hear her.

Lin Ruoxue continued: "Are you deaf? I can't move anyway, so just talk to me, okay?"

Thirteen still did not speak, as if petrified.

Lin Ruoxue wasn't angry at all, Shisan didn't speak, so she started talking by herself.

"You don't talk, so let me tell you. Let me tell you a story, okay..."

Lin Ruoxue began to talk incessantly.

Thirteen closed his eyes, which is called blindness.

On the other side, the saint sat beside Xu Lao and asked in a low voice, "How is your recovery?"

Xu Laowei nodded incredulously.

There was an evil smile on the corner of the saint's mouth, and it seemed that everything was ready.

Suddenly, the saint injected a bit of her own power into Elder Xu's body.

Immediately, a sheet of frost rose on Elder Xu's face, and then Elder Xu twitched all over.

"Mr. Xu, what's wrong with you, Mr. Xu?"

As soon as the saintess supported Elder Xu's body, she suddenly started screaming.

Lu Fan, Lingyao, and Shisan all looked at them in astonishment when they heard the saint's shout.

Lu Fan got up in an instant and came to the saint's side, frowning and asked, "What's going on?"

The saint yelled loudly: "Backlash, it's power backlash. His injury is getting worse and needs immediate treatment!"

Lu Fan grabbed Elder Xu's hand, poured his energy into it, and probed carefully.

Immediately, Lu Fan felt that Xu Lao's meridians and bones were all wrapped in a piece of cold air, and it seemed that he was indeed being bitten by the kung fu.

But Lu Fan kept an eye on it, turned his energy into his soul, and used the power of his soul to investigate again.

This time, Lu Fan felt Xu Lao's steady sea of ​​consciousness, and Xu Lao's steady breath wrapped in the cold air.

This didn't look like a backlash. Lu Fan immediately became alert, but on the surface, he still had a serious face and asked aloud, "What should I do?"

These words are undoubtedly in the arms of the saint. The saint immediately shouted loudly: "The elixir. I need a pure yang elixir. The exercises of our Beishen kingdom are based on cold air. The pure yang elixir is the best elixir to relieve backlash."

Lingyao strode over and said, "Then why don't you give him the Chunyang pill? Your Highness, don't you have this pill?"

The saint said anxiously: "The problem is that I don't have it. But I still have the elixir for refining Chunyang Pill. Mr. Lu Fan, do you know how to make alchemy? Now it's all up to you, I will give you the medicinal materials, you Come out quickly!"

As the saint said, she took out a handful of herbs and stuffed them directly into Lu Fan's hands.

These medicinal materials are strange in shape, and they are all rare medicinal materials that are difficult to see in Wu'an.

Lu Fan looked hesitant, and said softly: "But I'm not a Qi refiner after all. I'm afraid I won't be able to refine this Pure Yang Pill."

The saint said loudly: "It can be made into liquid medicine or powder. Mr. Lu Fan, this is not the time to be modest. Please hurry up!"

Lu Fan's face was solemn, and he seemed to be a little hesitant.

But in his heart, Nine Dragons Xuangong Pagoda has already shouted: "Great master. These medicinal materials cannot be refined together. They are all medicinal materials with miasma. If they are refined together, they will poison people to death."

Lu Fan listened to the words of the Nine Dragons Xuangong Pagoda, but did not answer.

Why didn't he know that these medicinal materials could not be refined together. But the saintess took it out in one go, obviously well prepared.

Lu Fan didn't have a seizure, he seemed to have made a very difficult decision, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll try."

Saying this, Lu Fan took out the Shifang Ding, and threw the medicinal materials into it.

The moment the Shifang Ding was taken out, Lu Fan saw that the saint's eyes lit up, and a bit of greed suddenly rose in her expression.

Elder Xu, who had been twitching all this time, suddenly stopped at this moment.

Lu Fan's heart was very bright, and the saint was actually coming for Shifang Ding.

Suddenly, Lu Fan recalled in his mind, the last time the saintess rushed into his room and saw him finish alchemy.

Could it be because of that one time?

With a lot of puzzlement in Lu Fan's heart, he still injected Gang Qi into the Shifang Ding, and the medicinal materials in the Ding began to be refined rapidly.

Lu Fan shouted violently, and suddenly the light was generous, as if he was making alchemy.

The medicinal materials quickly turned into liquid medicine and began to circulate in the cauldron.

But at this moment, an intoxicating fragrance suddenly appeared from the cauldron, and then a stream of purple smoke floated out, covering Lu Fan's face directly.

Lu Fan screamed, stepped back a few steps, and fell to the ground.

The Shifang Ding immediately stopped its light, and fell to the ground, and the medicinal liquid flowed all over the ground.

"Lu Fan!"

Lingyao screamed and supported Lu Fan.

Lu Fan yelled loudly: "My eyes, my strength, I seem to be poisoned."

Ling Yao frantically began to rummage through her small purse.

But at this moment, the saint's laughter suddenly sounded.

Slowly, the saint walked up to the Shifang Ding, beckoning and pinching the Shifang Ding in her hand.

With a smug laugh, the saint said: "There is no need to look for it. There is no medicine that can save him. He is poisoned by miasma. We can only temporarily suppress it with Gang Jin."

Ling Yao shouted in surprise: "Your Highness, what do you mean?"

The saint snorted coldly, and said, "What do I mean? Lu Fan, do you really think that you made me suffer a great humiliation in Wu'an, and I won't take revenge on you?"

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