I am rich in the fairy world

In a palace where the Shuangyang Sect entertained distinguished guests, a mud chrysalis lay on a float carved from a single piece of ice crystal.

The ten elders of Shuangyang Sect stood in a circle not far away from each other, watching expressionlessly.

They looked serious and were vomiting madly in their hearts. Even after staring at it for a month, they still couldn't understand the carving style, which was all about flowers.

It's really all flowers, all kinds of flowers, the kind that don't need leaves and branches to accompany them. Big and small, densely packed, high and low. Fortunately, it is not colored. The original colorlessness of the ice crystals dilutes the sweet smell.

Why would a grown man sleep on such a bed?

The men of Shuangyang Sect were puzzled.

Oh, why are they hurting their eyes here? Because the little thick soil is wrapped around the body of the young highness, they must keep a close eye to prevent people from the Changsheng Palace from sneaking away.

How precious it is, lost and found again, not even a little bit should be missing.

Facing this kind of battle, the Master of Changsheng Palace couldn't care less about the life of his favorite youngest son. As long as the person can get better, who cares about such a trivial matter?

Well, he's rare, he's very rare. If Shuangyang Sect could not be an enemy, he would definitely take it back to prevent his youngest son from coming back with injuries one day.

There are also many people in the Changsheng Palace. In order to prevent Shuangyang Sect from not making friends, they brought a group of experts here. The result was unexpected. It turned out to be a turn of events. The elves were no longer important. There was a better way.

There are many talented people in the Eternal Life Palace, but no one has mentioned Xiaohoutu. It’s a pity that such legendary things have not been seen in the world for many years. I didn’t expect Shuangyang Sect to have it.

Again, if it weren't for Shuangyang Sect being difficult to mess with...ahem.

An old man with silver and black hair mixed up in the middle and loose on both sides, holding a medicine king staff in his left hand, stepped forward over the crowd and carefully looked at the only face exposed by the mud chrysalis. His face was pale, but it was completely gone. The kind of despondency that only a person who has died has.

Overjoyed: "Palace Master, Your Highness' body has been restored to full health. Congratulations, Palace Master."

The master of the Hall of Eternal Life had already discovered that after all, he checked dozens of times a day. He was very happy, but he was afraid that the laughter would disturb his youngest son's recovery, so he tried his best to hold it back. However, the joy flowed from his face to all directions. Everyone could see that he was extremely happy. .

"When Zhi'er wakes up, the master of this palace will give a banquet to all parties."

The people in the Changsheng Palace were jubilant, but the people in the Shuangyang Sect were calm.

The old man Yaoguai's face twitched: Why are you staring at him so closely? Could he still steal this little bit of mud? I'm so angry, I really want to steal it. I don’t know what magical elixir can be made from the small thick soil used as medicine. If only I could change it-

He took the palace master aside to discuss.

Everyone in Shuangyang Sect looked unmoved, humph, don’t even think about it.

At this moment, a subtle clicking sound came from the ice crystal float, and everyone stepped forward as soon as their ears twitched.

was stopped.

An elder called in a second: "Sect Master, okay, come quickly."

The Master of the Eternal Life Palace stared at the phone, he wanted this too.

In an instant, Yang Tianxiao's figure appeared among the ten elders, looked at the float, and then greeted the master of the Changsheng Palace: "Master of the Jing Palace, Master Ling will be well soon."

Palace Master Jing grinned and said nothing, bowing to him: "Sect Master Yang, let's have a good chat later."

Between the two sentences, a series of clicking sounds came from the mud chrysalis. In everyone's eyes, the mud chrysalis cracked many gaps, and suddenly they all fell downwards, flowing like living things to a pottery jar placed next to the float. The flow went inside and stopped moving.

Yang Tianxiao immediately stepped forward and carried the vat to the side, looking at it with heartache: "It takes a lot of energy, it will take many years to grow back."

The Master of Jing Palace strode towards his son. Hearing this, he glanced quickly and couldn't help feeling weak.

When Yang Tianxiao took out this thing that day, he saw that it was eighty-nine points full, but now, only six points are left.

Is this small thick soil brought back to life by myself?

This, this, this, the affection is too great. In fact, if he bites the female disciple to death and steals his own elf first, it's not that he can't let go of this favor. But now he doesn't want to fall out with Shuangyang Sect, he still wants to have more contact with him. Maybe one day I'll ask for help again?
"Treat the child, treat the child."

The young man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly: "Father."

Well, the man was rescued, and the elves seemed to have never happened. The master of the Hall of Eternal Life has to invite people to dinner.

Quite generous: "Please give me a favor from all the clan leaders."

The status of the two parties is almost the same. Let's hold a banquet. Let’s do it.

Yang Tianxiao proposed to remove Hu Nuan's hands and feet, but the master of the Jing Palace responded without hesitation. He patted his chest and said he would come in person, but Yang Tianxiao declined politely. For that kind of thing, just use the corresponding secret weapon to remove it.

Palace Master Jing laughed and said, "Let that child come too. She is the one who brought us good luck. I have to thank her in person."

Yang Tianxiao was noncommittal.

Somewhere in the back mountain, Hu Nuan was practicing whipping and leg whipping vigorously.

I was following Yang Tianxiao to learn how to grow a whip, but Fan Lao came over and laughed at me, what if I don't have a whip at hand? Now, why not learn the leg whip?

When Hu Nuan heard it, it made sense.

Then Yang Tianxiao said, what if the leg is injured and I can only use my hands and arms? Besides, any branch can be used as a whip.

The two started arguing, like two old men who refused to obey the other.

Hu Nuan said, then merge the two whipping methods into one set.

This really posed a problem for them. They have been thinking about it these days. Combining the top and bottom, it is obvious that the focus must be changed. After thinking about it for so many days, they finally figured out three moves.

I have to believe that this is Hu Qing's biological daughter, and she dares to bring up any ideas.

With only three moves, Hu Nuan worked hard. He practiced day and night, sweating profusely, but he was always not up to the mark.

There was definitely no problem with the move. She had an intuition that it would be very powerful after being practiced, but she always failed to do it right.

When Yang Tianxiao came over, Fan Lao was advising her: "It's not your problem, it's because we both were negligent and forgot your current state. We can use these three moves without any hindrance, but if you use them, it will be too difficult for your cultivation and State of mind. Just remember, when you reach the eighth level, no, the seventh level, you will be able to use it."

Hu Nuan refused to give up, and his stubbornness that refused to listen to anything was a headache to watch.

She fell down again and gasped: "I'll try again, maybe it will work. I don't want to wait until the eighth level, I want to reach the ninth level."

Fan Lao: "."

If you say this, I don't know how to persuade you. After all, I, an eighth-level strongman with high-level Yin Fire, don't even have the confidence to break through to the ninth level.

The young man's energy hurt his self-esteem.

Yang Tianxiao: "I'll bring Hu Qing here."

She always listens to her mother's words.

Who knows, Hu Qing's situation is no better than Hu Nuan's, or even worse.

The courtyard door was open and the house door was unlocked. Hearing the movement in the house, Yang Tianxiao stood for three seconds before slowly pushing the door open and entering.

As soon as I entered, I was shocked. Who is this bloated human figure?
"Hu Qing?" Yang Tianxiao's voice was broken.

Hu Qing, who was lying on the table, raised her head, but Yang Tianxiao couldn't see her eyes.

It's not that the room is dark, but - is this pig head so fat that he can't see his eyes his apprentice?