"Anyway, you're more careful," sighed.

"I heard that Danta has sent a lot of people here. At that time, I'm afraid..."

"well."

The wine fairy raised her head and drank a big sip of wine, shook her head and said, "If it really comes to that point, I advise you to hand over the "Demon Swallowing" to save your life."

Back then, Lao Shijiu refused to hand over the martial arts, so he finally got to that point.

If it weren't for good luck, he would have died that year.

"I know, when I really get that step, I will hand it over."

Lao Tzu nodded.

It is just a flawed martial art. He regarded it as a treasure back then, and it was more expensive than life. Now it looks like a hot potato.

A person who knows the times is a hero, and he is like living a re-working life. It is impossible to make the same mistake again.

That night.

Temple of War.

Yuwen Yong, the leader of the Yuwen family, brought people to the door overnight.

"Class leader Yuwen comes here late at night, what's the point of doing?"

The people from the Temple of the Martial God blocked Yuwen Yong outside the door.

"That's right. I heard that an adult came from the Temple of the Martial Gods and was accidentally injured, so I came to deliver medicine."

Yuwen Yong bent over and showed a flattering smile on his face.

"I didn't see it. The news about Yuwen's patriarch is quite fast!"

"That's that's that," Yuwen Yong's smile became stronger.

"Okay, you go in!"

The guards of the Temple of the Martial God allowed Yuwen Yong to enter, but he was allowed to be the only one.

Others are not allowed to enter.

"A family patriarch is just a traitor."

The guardian looked disdainful.

Soon, Yuwen Yong met the envoy from His Highness Wushen, the powerful Wuzong who was a deacon.

"Sir, Yuwen Yong, the leader of the Yuwen family, is here."

The great elder of the Qingzhou branch of the Martial God Temple came in and said.

"oh?"

"Who is he? Is there anything wrong?"

The powerful Wuzong man was healing his wounds. He heard this and immediately opened his eyes.

"The Yuwen family is the first alchemy family in Qingzhou. It has been passed down for thousands of years and has close ties with Danta. It is now under the command of my Martial God Temple."

"According to what he said, we are here to give you medicine to heal your injuries."

The Great Elder said respectfully.

"So that's the case, let him in!"

The messenger waved his hand.

Soon, Yuwen Yong, with an excited look on his face, walked in.

"Greetings to the messenger!"

Yuwen Yong immediately knelt on his knees, with a very respectful expression.

"I heard you have healing pills to give to me?"

The messenger's tone was faint.

"Do you know that when I reach my level, ordinary elixirs are useless to me at all?!"

"Little one knows!"

"Please see, sir!"

As he said that, Yuwen Yong took out a gold-wire jade box from his arms, held it in both hands, and raised it above his head.

The messenger gave a wink, and the elder immediately understood and took it over and handed it to him.

The messenger opened the jade box and looked at it, his eyes suddenly showed ecstasy.

"Eighth-level pill?"

"No, it's a pseudo-eighth level!"

A trace of loss flashed through the messenger's eyes.

The eighth-level and pseudo-eighth-level are very different in one word.

The pseudo-eighth level is a special elixir formed by mistakes when refining the last step of the alchemy to condense the pill.

In terms of medicinal power, it is stronger than the eighth-level half-step, weaker than the real eighth-level elixir, and is in the middle of the two.

Even so, pseudo-eighth-level elixirs are very precious, especially in places like Qingzhou, where even the strong men of Wuzong cannot find many, let alone the eighth-level elixirs.

"It's okay."

The messenger checked the pill and confirmed that it was only a healing pill. After he had not done any hand or foot, he swallowed it directly.

Seeing this scene, Yuwen Yong's eyes showed a touch of pain.

This is the treasure of his Yuwen family!

But now, it's just now, it's gone.

But Yuwen Yong also knew that he could not bear to let his children go to trap the wolf. His Yuwen family can only rely on the mountain of the Martial God Temple. Once the Martial God Temple abandons them, Yichenzi will soon settle the score with them.

By then, it would be in big trouble.

After the messenger swallowed the pill into his belly, he immediately began to refine his eyes and a faint red light appeared on his face.

Yuwen Yong and the Great Elder were waiting below, not daring to make any noise, for fear of disturbing the messenger.

After half of the fragrance plant passed, the messenger opened his eyes and vomited a long breath of turbid air.

"Yes, the medicinal power of your pill is stronger than I thought."

The messenger nodded, quite satisfied.

His injuries have recovered a little, and after taking this healing pill, he has recovered most of his recovery.

"It's good if the messenger is satisfied!"

Yuwen Yong hurriedly said.

"It is my honor for the young man to devote himself to the Temple of Martial Gods until his death!"

Yuwen Yong had a flattering smile on his face.

“Not bad.”

The messenger nodded.

"By the way, the messenger, the younger one has something to tell you!"

Yuwen Yong's eyes rolled.

"A very important thing is related to the tower master Yi Chenzi of Danta. I think the adults will definitely be interested!"

"Oh? Let's take a look!"
Chapter completed!