"That's what Father said." Mo Yunfeng said respectfully.
"Well, after research, the Great Elder said that this girl's old injury has not healed, so the efficacy of the blood is greatly reduced. Using Xuanling Fruit can repair her internal injuries in a short period of time." Mo Zixu handed over a small brocade box, "
You give the Xuanling Fruit to that girl."
Mo Yunfeng stuffed the small brocade box into his arms, and finally asked the question that was lingering in his heart: "Father, how should we treat this Miss Su?"
Mo Zixu smiled coldly: "It depends on whether she recognizes the promotion. If she recognizes the promotion and voluntarily becomes the blood medicine person of Weiyang Palace, Weiyang Palace will naturally not treat her badly."
When Mo Yunfeng heard this, he felt it was unreliable.
He wasn't aware of Su Luo's temperament. How could he be willing to volunteer to be a blood medicine man just to survive? This would never work.
Mo Zixu understood Mo Yunfeng's expression as soon as he saw it, and the corner of his mouth curled up coldly: "If she doesn't know how to praise her, the elders will use their mental power to control her and turn her into a puppet. How can she have any choice?"
Mo Yunfeng's heart tightened slightly. It seemed that the worst thing was about to happen.
He hesitated for a while, then asked: "What if Master Rong Yun finds out... what should we do?"
Master Rong Yun's strength is unfathomable, even his ancestor's strength is below him. If Master Rong Yun gets angry, the entire Weiyang Palace will suffer.
Unexpectedly, a strange smile appeared on Mo Zixu's face: "My ancestor is currently in retreat at a critical moment. If he can successfully break through the retreat this time, why should he be afraid of Rong Yun?"
Mo Yunfeng suddenly realized. No wonder his father is not as awed by Master Rong Yun as he used to be. My dear ancestor is about to break through!
After understanding this, Mo Yunfeng confidently took the last Xuanling Fruit from Weiyang Palace to the side courtyard.
This Xuanling Fruit has been stored for hundreds of years and has been passed down as a treasure from generation to generation. It has been passed down to four generations now.
Seeing Mo Yunfeng coming, Bei Chenying glanced at him coldly, and said with a half-smile: "I don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. What, what instructions does our distinguished Young Master Mo have? This time I didn't bring a bowl."
Already?"
Mo Yunfeng smiled faintly: "Brother Beichen is serious. Weiyang Palace was rude in what happened before. Isn't this going to make up for it?"
"Compensation? Our family's Luo Luo's blood is the most precious elixir in the world. What can you use to compensate for it? Your family's Mysterious Spirit Fruit is enough to compensate." Zi Yan glared at Mo Yunfeng angrily and smiled coldly.
At that time, the ancestors of Weiyang Palace were so cultivated that they just moved the only Xuanling tree from the center of the dark forest to Weiyang Palace, and set up a formation for this purpose. Over the countless years, the Xuanling Fruit
He has sent countless masters to Weiyang Palace.
If it weren't for the medicinal effect of Xuanling Fruit, Mo Yunfeng would not have been promoted to the ninth level at the age of more than 20 years old.
Bei Chenying's smile was as bright as a summer flower, his eyes sparkling, and he stared at Mo Yunfeng with a slight smile: "Zi Yan is absolutely right, your Xuanling Fruit is enough to qualify for compensation, so bring it."
As he spoke, Beichen Ying spread his palms.
All of them are robbers who won't suffer any loss. Mo Yunfeng secretly feels guilty in his heart.
But facing this group of bandits, Mo Yunfeng had no choice. He took out the brocade box from his arms and threw it into the palm of Bei Chenying's hand.