Chapter 220

Ye Zhiqiu Old God in the way: "very weak is not counted, but strong this word certainly does not touch with you."

"Good, good, I weak line, I really give you old disgrace..." Qianren snow breath of one side of the head, easily will ye Zhiqiu in the hands of the xianpin seized in the past, looked up and down, asked: "how to eat? Will you swallow the whole plant? "

Ye Zhiqiu said: "eat the petals first, then allow to suck the pistils, and then refine the medicinal power."

Qianren snow nodded slightly to show understanding. She got up and put on a coat and sat down beside the bed. She began to take Xiancao according to Ye Zhiqiu's instructions.

It's not a short time to absorb Xiancao. It takes about half a day to absorb more than 30 levels of soul power of Tang San and others. The soul power of thousand Ren snow is much higher, but it takes at least a few hours.

Ye Zhiqiu, who originally wanted to keep warm, could only get up and put on his clothes and walk outside the hall with a sigh. It's time for him to go.

"Creak ~" the door was pushed open.

When the two soul saints guarding the door saw Ye Zhiqiu, they were both stunned.

"Yes, your highness." The two returned to their senses and quickly bowed to salute.

"Well." Ye Zhiqiu nodded and ordered: "xue'er is at the critical moment of cultivation. You should guard the door and not let anyone go in. Even when it is time for the discussion of politics in the hall, if xue'er doesn't come out himself, he is not allowed to disturb him, let alone others."

"Yes." They bow down at the same time, and when they look up again, there is no sign of Ye Zhiqiu. Only the fading red awn around them symbolizes that he once appeared here before.

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When the fairy grass is finished, ye Zhiqiu should be busy with his own affairs. He always feels that he has forgotten something...

just after returning to the Liangyi eye of ice and fire, ye Zhiqiu sees Tang Sancheng being held by Dugu Bo with a look of disheartened and loveless.

"Er..." seeing this scene, ye Zhiqiu remembers, as if he had forgotten to give the order to protect Tang San.

Fortunately, Dugu Bo didn't kill him. It seems that he just taught him a lesson.

"Brother Qiu... Help me... This old monster wants to kill me..." seeing ye Zhiqiu, Tang San seems to have seen a savior, and suddenly gets up.

Seeing ye Zhiqiu come back suddenly, Dugu Bo gave a slight cough and threw Tang San aside. "I just tried this boy's strength. I just looked at it, but it was not bad."

Ye Zhiqiu rolled his eyes and said, "Dugu Bo, I think you should have a good relationship with the boy in your mouth. He can cure the poison in you and your granddaughter."

"What?" Dugu Bo looked at Tang San with some consternation. If someone else said this, he might not believe it, but for ye Zhiqiu, he believed it.

Because ye Zhiqiu didn't have to cheat him at all. With his strength, he didn't need to use this method to do harm to himself.

"It can be cured, but why should I treat you?" At this time, Tang Sanfen was hard-working and had a totally different attitude, which made Dugu Bo's face a little dark.

"You two will quarrel later." Ye Zhiqiu turned his eyes and took out the water dew from Ruyi Baibao bag and threw it to Tang San. "This plant of fairy grass is not used. Keep it for yourself, Xiao San. But I can remind you that if you absorb this plant, don't be too surprised when you see the little dance."

"What do you mean?" Tang three Leng Leng next leaf Zhiqiu throw back to him, look some doubt.

At first, Tang San thought Ye Zhiqiu would absorb it by himself. After all, his martial spirit was his eyes, and the effect of the immortal product forgetting Sichuan autumn water dew was to strengthen his eyes.

Didn't expect Ye Zhiqiu not to absorb and not to say, actually gave it to himself?

That's right. In Tang San's heart, ye Zhiqiu sent the plant immortal product. After all, he brought the ice fire Liangyi eye to Tang San. Tang San has always regarded this place as ye Zhiqiu's medicine garden.

Why not Dugu Bo? He doesn't deserve...

"thanks, brother Qiu..." Tang San was moved. Qiu must know that my purple magic pupil also needs this herb, so he would give it to me...

Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand casually and sat down on a flat rock beside the eyes of the two instruments of ice and fire, posing a posture of meditation.

He wants to restore his own state to the best, and then devour a large number of fairy grass. Although he does not know what other fairy grass will become like after birth, it is estimated that he should not be able to eat himself. After all, they were born out of his immortal body.

Dugu Bo and Tang San see ye Zhiqiu in a posture of cultivation. Their footstep sounds are much lower than before, and they don't want to disturb him.

At this time, Dugu Bo was still thinking about what ye Zhiqiu had just said. He winked at Tang San for a moment. Tang San hesitated for a moment and walked to one side with him. Both of them sat down casually and discussed something in a low voice.

Time, like water, slowly passed by.

The moon sets and the sun rises.

A touch of fish belly in the East is white.

In the setting sun, the forest, the ice and fire, ye Zhiqiu and his ten branches are surrounded by light green energy.This scene is similar to that when the eight door dunjia opens to the scene gate, but one energy is violent and full of destructiveness.

The other is soft, soft, just like the spring wind blowing over the earth, flowers in full bloom, everything like a dream to wake up.

In Ye Zhiqiu's body, the Qi of immortal's body has recovered to the peak at this moment, and even more of it has been released from the pores, affecting the surrounding environment.

All the plants around are flowers, facing the direction of Ye Zhiqiu, the rhizomes are slowly swaying, as if in cheering, worshiping their king.

Tang San and Dugu Bo, who are not far away, are both feeling comfortable. It seems that their state has reached the peak at this time. They almost groan because of their unprecedented relaxed feeling.

Dugu Bo looked at Ye Zhiqiu with horror on his face. This son would have such a strange image just by practicing. What kind of martial spirit is this? Tang San just glanced a little, and then he continued to work on his herbs. He was used to some of Ye Zhiqiu's miracles, or numbness was more appropriate. It is estimated that someone has told him that, in fact, your brother Qiu has unified the mainland for many years, and Tang San may not doubt it.

"Comfortable ~!" Sitting in the middle of the night, ye Zhiqiu got up slowly with a smile on his mouth and stretched his body lazily, just like an ordinary person who just woke up.

At the same time, the ten branches also opened their eyes at the same time.

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