Chapter 259 How Could He Survive?

No, how could he recover?

Zhu Qinglong's heart was filled with confusion and confusion.

He couldn't believe the facts before him. Bai Jingfeng's appearance completely exceeded his expectations.

He began to doubt his own judgment. Could it be that his attack did not achieve the expected effect? Or did Bai Jingfeng use some special method to recover from his injuries? Zhu Qinglong's mind was filled with all kinds of questions, and his eyes showed deep uneasiness.

Bai Jingfeng sneered, and the laughter was full of ridicule and disdain.

"Unexpected, right?" Bai Jingfeng raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of contempt.

"Do you think you are so powerful that no one can defeat you? Do you think your schemes are so perfect that no one can see through them? Humph, you are too conceited."

Bai Jingfeng's tone was filled with pride.

"After the sneak attack on me, were you still happy for several days, thinking that I was definitely dead this time?" Bai Jingfeng's eyes were burning with anger, and he stared at Zhu Qinglong closely, as if he wanted to see through him.

"You thought your plan would succeed. You thought you could get rid of me easily. But you were wrong. You underestimated my vitality and my luck. Let me tell you! Your grandfather and I are lucky, how could it be possible? Fell under your little conspiracy?"

Zhu Qinglong couldn't care less about being angry now, his attention was completely diverted.

At this moment, his mind was filled with doubts. He wanted to find out more than anyone else what was going on.

"There is no monster in your White Tiger clan that has such great abilities. I know this very well. It has been rumored that Bai Batian brought back a human monk, who seems to be an alchemist. Could it be that he saved you?"

There was a hint of uncertainty in Zhu Qinglong's words. He stared at Bai Jingfeng closely, trying to find the answer from his expression.

Zhu Qinglong quickly analyzed various possibilities in his mind, and quickly thought of the key point.

He knew that if someone could really restore Bai Jingfeng to his original state in such a short period of time, then this mysterious human monk would probably be the key figure.

Bai Jingfeng may also want Zhu Qinglong to be envious and jealous of him, and a strong desire to show off arose in his heart.

So, he deliberately raised his voice and said proudly:

"Yes, there is an eighth-level alchemist in our clan. Do you know what this means? This means that the strength of our White Tiger clan will be even higher."

"With the help of this eighth-level alchemist, the monsters in our clan will receive great help in their cultivation. From now on, you bunch of loaches are just waiting to be trampled under our feet!"

Bai Jingfeng's face showed a proud look, and his eyes shone with confidence.

He seemed to have seen the scene where the White Tiger Clan would dominate the Demon Realm in the future, while the Qinglong Clan could only tremble under their feet.

When Shen Lang, who was hiding in the dark, heard this, he couldn't help but reaffirm his previous thoughts.

He frowned slightly and thought to himself.

Afterwards, even if the White Tiger Clan repeatedly requested, they would never be able to take Bai Jingfeng out for training.

Bai Jingfeng's mouth really has no ability at all.

He always speaks without thinking, saying whatever comes to mind without considering the consequences.

Moreover, his mind is simple and easy to be exploited.

Although Bai Jingfeng has no evil intentions and is a simple and kind person, his outspokenness is too capable of doing bad things.

For example, if there is an eighth-grade alchemist in the clan, a slightly smarter monster would know how to hide it and not expose it.

After all, in this world full of competition and danger, having an eighth-grade alchemist is such a valuable resource.

This can not only enhance the strength of the entire clan, but also play a huge role at critical moments.

Since ancient times, people have made a lot of money in silence. How can anyone shout out and tell others about their method of making money?

As Bai Jingfeng wished, a trace of uncontrollable jealousy did flash across Zhu Qinglong's face.

His eyes showed envy and unwillingness, and he sighed secretly in his heart.

Why is the luck of these pure tigers always so good?

Zhu Qinglong frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

I met a monk casually, an eighth-grade alchemist.

Eighth-level alchemists are as rare as a rarity in this world.

Their superb skills and extraordinary abilities are extremely rare in the world of cultivation.

Under normal circumstances, they do not leave the mountain easily. They always live in seclusion in some mysterious place and focus on the method of alchemy.

However, the White Tiger clan is so lucky to say that they just meet each other.

This filled Zhu Qinglong's heart with doubts and jealousy.

Are the descendants of the four great divine beasts really more favored by heaven than ordinary monsters? Zhu Qinglong couldn't help but have such questions in his mind.

He looked at the prosperity and strength of the White Tiger Clan, and compared it with the situation of his own Qinglong Clan, and his heart became increasingly unbalanced.

He began to wonder if it was because the White Tiger Clan had a special blood heritage that they were favored by Heaven.

Although his own Qinglong clan also has great strength, they are always slightly inferior in terms of luck.

Thinking of this, Zhu Qinglong's face instantly turned gloomy.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughts swirling in his mind.

No wonder Bai Xiaoqing had been poisoned for so long, but not even a single bad news came out.

It turns out that there is this eighth-level alchemist helping behind the scenes.

There was a trace of annoyance in Zhu Qinglong's eyes, and he hated himself for not noticing this earlier.

It seemed that it was this eighth-level alchemist who saved Bai Xiaoqing.

Zhu Qinglong's heart was filled with jealousy and unwillingness.

He knew the value of an eighth-grade alchemist. Such a person had extraordinary abilities, whether in alchemy skills or in other aspects.

With such people in the White Tiger Clan, the White Tiger Clan's strength will surely reach a higher level.

Damn it! Such a powerful person must snatch people away from the White Tiger Clan.

A strong desire surged in Zhu Qinglong's heart.

He began to think about how to snatch this eighth-level alchemist from the Qinglong Clan.

There was a calculating light in his eyes, and he was constantly thinking of various strategies in his mind.

So Zhu Qinglong changed his mind on the spot, and his expression turned faster than the sky in June.

His face was full of anger just now, but now he seemed to be a different person.

A gentle smile appeared on his face, as if the fierce argument just now did not exist at all.

"Bai Jingfeng, this is your fault." Zhu Qinglong raised his chin slightly, with a trace of accusation in his eyes.

"Such a distinguished guest has come to the Demon Realm. How can you force this distinguished guest to stay in your White Tiger Clan? Your behavior is really inappropriate."

Zhu Qinglong's tone was full of dissatisfaction.