War of the Three Realms

Chapter 277 Perfect Disguise, Crazy Plan 8
　 Elder Duanqing was badly harmed by Li Kuang this time. Although Lingbao Pu did not suffer any malicious damage, some rare elixir were missing. I couldn't help but want to collapse and vomit blood.

It is obviously not a solution to be depressed like this, but now her state of mind is affected, and her mind is full of self-blame and anger.

Therefore, she thought about finding an heir, entrusted her with her abilities, and then retreated and practiced hard in order to make a breakthrough.

Otherwise, she who has never accepted an apprentice will definitely not spread this stunt to the outside world.

This method of alchemy is different, it requires highly qualified talents, and it has to be cultivated from scratch, and those who become monks halfway are always affected by some exercises and cannot reach the most perfect state.

But Tianjiao Sect has only accepted two disciples over the years, one was chosen by Master Wangqing as a closed disciple, and the other is Qing Lan!

These two disciples are peerless, and they are hailed as the future hope of Tianjiao Sect.

Because after Master Wangqing resigns, they will be in charge of the sect respectively, one in charge of the overall situation, and the other in charge of Lingbaopu, which are the real pillars of Tianjiao.

Seeing Elder Duanqing again, Li Kuang couldn't help being surprised.

The last time I saw her, I just felt that her voice was old, but she was as beautiful as a young girl. After not seeing her for a few days, she seemed to be decades older, and even the impossible white hair appeared.

Li Kuang felt sad for a while, it was all his own fault!

He couldn't help feeling a little suspicious, was it really right for him to do so?

There was a trace of loneliness and sadness in the eyes of the elder Duanqing, just like a real old man.

Seeing Li Kuang, she nodded slightly and sat on the chair as motionless as a fossil.

But Li Kuang couldn't bear it in his heart, so he couldn't help showing it on his face. She sighed in her heart when she saw it, and immediately had a good impression of such a sentimental child.

My future hope lies in her. It seems that Fenqing made no mistake in recommending her this time. This child is really a rare talent in a thousand years!

Only with a compassionate heart can the purest medicine be refined!

But after hearing what Fenxiang said, he felt even more appreciative, nodded, and said: "Qing Lan, from today onwards, you are my disciple of Duanqing, but you can't call me master, you can call me uncle." !"

(End of this chapter)