The mistress of the Wen family seemed to have suddenly become a different person, and her weakness and anger just now disappeared.

He looked at Wen Jiuyang, "Jiuyang, you have the best relationship with Shaolong, you are closest to you."

"Next until the battle between Chaos Palace begins, you will never leave him all around you, and you will definitely not let him participate!"

"I will naturally solve the problem with Mr. Feng, and I will leave the rest to you."

The mistress of the Wen family said without any rebuttal.

Wen Jiuyang lowered his head slightly at this time, completely obedient, and nodded very obediently.

In the past, she could be arrogant and arrogant, but she was extremely obedient when facing her mother.

The entire Wen family has always had an unknown secret, that is, the Wen family has always been dominated by the mistress of the Wen family.

The head of the Wen family is just an auxiliary, and it can even be said that he has no right to speak at all.

Of course, in order to avoid some unnecessary trouble, the Foreign Propaganda City is under the jurisdiction of Wenfeng City.

In fact, the whole family could not refute anything if the mistress of the Wen family said and looked over.

If the eldest sister is still alive, the same is true.ωωw..net

"Yes, mother."

Wen Jiuyang responded in a low voice.

"The third brother, the fourth brother, you, uncle and others take turns to prevent them. Wherever Shaolong went, what he did today, he would report to me in detail."

The mistress of the Wen family said.

"Yes, mother."

"Yes, mistress."

The mistress of the Wen family looked at her husband and turned her eyes down on his lower abdomen. "Just just now, Shaolong said there is a way to cure your illness, so let him see."

"This kid is beyond your imagination."

Wen Fengcheng nodded, "Okay madam, I'll go find him later."

"Don't worry about the Chaos Palace, leave it to me. If you want to worry about him, at least you have to take good care of his health."

After saying that, the mistress of the Wen family stopped saying anything and waved her hand and everyone dispersed.

She lay on the bed with her eyes slightly closed, her expression still had a little worry.

At her age, she should have been living her life and enjoying a peaceful life, but time has not allowed her to pass by. The disappearance of her daughter and son-in-law, and the lost grandson will soon repeat the mistakes of her daughter and son-in-law.

My wife is in poor health, and once she uses her spiritual power, she will face the risk of falling.

I have always relied on cultivation and my resources are breathing a sigh of relief.

She couldn't fall down. No matter how tired she was, as long as she could move and still be angry, she would have to support everything in the Wen family.

Some gullies appeared on the weathered face again.

Ying Shaolong went straight back to his room and began to prepare herbs.

Grandma didn't take her words to heart, anyway, there was still one year before the battle for Chaos Palace.

If my grandfather is not treated, his life span will be twice as long as he is not treated.

Even, even less than ten years.

It’s like an hourglass, with a gap in the body. You have to keep pouring energy in. Once the energy is stopped, the remaining energy in the body will be leaked all the time.

When all the energy is leaked, the life characteristics will disappear.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

"Shaolong, can I come in?"

Half an hour later, a knock sounded outside the door.

"Grandpa."

Ying Shaolong opened the door and smiled at his grandfather who had regained his kind face again.

Wen Fengcheng nodded. He didn't know why, but he was always a little restrained and at a loss in front of this grandson.

Maybe I'm not familiar with it.

"Do you really have a way to keep leaking this spirit?"

After standing for a while, Wen Fengcheng couldn't help asking.

Ying Shaolong pointed to the medicinal materials on the table. At this time, there was a small refiner with various precious herbs in it.

Wen Fengcheng saw it and his pupils suddenly widened, and it was incredible, "Is this?"

"You are still an alchemist!"

There are only a few alchemists in the entire Great Xia Kingdom, and they can count them with ten fingers.

It is very scarce, and spiritual medicines are also very scarce.

In addition, most ancient martial artists are injured internally, and most of them will be cured when they are injured in seclusion or use spiritual power to heal.

Unless severely injured, damaged, or severely poisoned.

At this time, the alchemist needs to come on the stage.

Of course, only some major forces can invite alchemists, and even the Lord of Qiongxue Peak is difficult to invite.

Even if you can call, some alchemists have limited abilities.

Moreover, the alchemist level classification is very rough, and it is very difficult to improve your strength.

Only by relying solely on your own control of pharmacology, awareness of refining medicine, and sublimating your thoughts can you be promoted successfully.

Ying Shaolong shook his head, "I am not an alchemist. I have a little understanding of these medicinal materials. Just blend them together."

“It’s very simple.”

Wen Fengcheng heard his last four words very simple.

He finally realized why the boss said just now that this grandson is much better than him.

This is not only a lot of power, but it is completely crushing his grandfather!

Not only strength, medical skills, but also even crushed 99% of the people in the Daxia Kingdom in terms of refining medicine.

Seeing that his grandfather didn't say anything, Ying Shaolong thought of refining the medicine as soon as possible, and walked forward and spread his right hand out.

A flame burst out from the palm of the palm, baking the refining furnace with a hot fire.

This scene made Wen Fengcheng look like he was struck by lightning, his mouth slightly opened and he stood there in a daze.

After a long time, two or three minutes later, the petrified Wen Fengcheng slowly spoke, his voice trembling.

"Dragon, Dragon Flame!! Is this Dragon Flame?"

He walked over step by step carefully.

Before I got close, I could clearly feel the hot temperature.

It was very high, the flame was almost golden, and the top of the fire was even more transparent and almost white.

This purely hot spark can drive away any darkness and filth!

Can burn the soul.

Ying Shaolong looked up casually and smiled, "Grandpa knows you too."

"Where did you get it?"

Wen Fengcheng asked, which stopped him.

You can't say that there are dragons in your body, you have inherited the Ancestral Dragon Art.

"It's just going to Honglin, discover it in a monster, and after refining it, you'll have it."

"Is this dragon flame very precious?"

Ying Shaolong said deliberately and knowingly, and Wen Fengcheng once again realized the gap between people.

"It's not just precious! This is completely the supreme treasure!"

After saying that, he covered his mouth with some humor, looked around alertly, stepped forward to him again, and whispered.

"In the future, this dragon flame must not be exposed to outsiders, even those from the Wen family must not!"

"Once it is exposed, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Unbelievable? Haha, grandpa, you and grandson, I am now at the realm of a celestial immortal. What I can't imagine is them.

"Okay grandpa."

"Okay, you take this first, and I'll treat you in bed."

Ying Shaolong picked up a mung bean, and put the pill that was too small to be smaller and put in his hand.

Don’t look at the small pill, it’s extremely effective.

Wen Fengcheng didn't think much about it, and he held it in his hand and lay on the bed.

Although he was shocked that his grandson was an alchemist, in his heart, he only thought that his grandson was the lowest-level alchemist.
Chapter completed!