phoenix maiden

Chapter 173
Qingying patted the young mercenary on the head, smiling helplessly.

Feng Jiushang at the side realized at this time that he captured the purple magic ginseng in the beast forest that day, and also got a set of earth attribute skills and two gold cards by the way. It turned out that these things belonged to that Leng Fang!

Brother Qingying, Miss Feng, whose cultivation level is two levels lower than yours, I got that purple magic ginseng!
Secretly rejoicing for his good luck, Feng Jiushang couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional, not daring to chase adventures, never being able to get surprises!
There is nothing wrong with living life as you go, but you should persist in life, and only by persisting can you succeed!

The world is as big as the heart is, and life is to run all the way without giving up, and you will grow old if you don't go crazy!

Along the way, Qingying also inadvertently talked about the current situation of Yunbo City.

Twenty days later, it will be the alchemy competition held every three years in Yunbo City.

In the past, the Wei and Meng families hired pharmacists at high prices to participate in alchemy competitions and compete for the final champion.

In the last competition, Caixiang, a pharmacist hired by the Meng family at a high price, finally won the championship. Therefore, the elixir market in Yunbo City has been controlled by the Meng family for the past three years.

However, the Meng family is not an honest businessman, they often shoddy good ones and the price of medicine is too high, most of the deceived who complained were low-level mercenaries, and some complained to the city lord, but the city lord was used to the Meng family. The benefits of this kind of thing are all over in the end.

But this year's alchemy competition changed from the situation in previous years where only the Wei and Meng families competed.

The contestants included not only the Wei and Meng families, but also the Feng family, the mercenary club and the Nalan family.

Because of this, the people of Yunbo City had high expectations for this alchemy competition, and secretly hoped that the final champion would not fall to the Meng family again.

The journey was safe and sound, just like that, after two nights and one day on the road, when the sun came out on the fourth day, the "Flying Eagle" mercenary group arrived at Yunbo City.

"Brother Qingying, thank you for taking care of me all the way, let me say goodbye, I will go to the imperial capital after staying in Yunbo City for a few days!" Feng Jiushang waved to everyone with a light tone.

When Qingying was puzzled, she saw Feng Jiushang pointing behind her with her fingertip intentionally or unintentionally, and shook it again...

Qingying immediately understood, nodded with a smile, and secretly raised her thumb to praise Feng Jiushang for being smart...

Feng Jiushang then turned around, looked at the coachman behind him, waved his hand, and said loudly: "Yunbo City is here, I want to stay in Zuixianju, you go back to Wei's house!"

After all, he walked slowly on another road.

However, the old coachman caught up with his car, jumped out of the car, gesticulating with his hands, and yelling in his mouth, meaning that he wanted to send Feng Jiushang to Zuixianju.

Feng Jiushang had no choice but to nod, yawned lazily, and told the old coachman that he was going to take a nap in the carriage and call her when he arrived at Zuixianju.

The old coachman nodded vigorously, so Feng Jiushang got into the carriage again, and soon, he breathed lightly.

No one on the road saw the old coachman smiling like an autumn chrysanthemum under the big tattered straw hat, and slowly raised his hands.

Afterwards, a Qingyan specially used for communication shot out from his cuff, flew into the air, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Two quarters of an hour later, the animal cart turned steadily into a lush forest not far from Zuixianju.

The car came to a slow stop, the old coachman slid down the shaft, and listened carefully, the soft snorting sound in the carriage was still there.

So, the old coachman tore off the special mask on his face, revealing an extremely young face.

Then, he put his hands to his mouth, and suddenly there was a chirping sound that looked like a bird.

(End of this chapter)