Dongfang Break...

This doctor was found by Princess Nanxun from the Medicine Temple.

There are thousands of tribes above the Nine Realms, and the Temple of Medicine is also called the Benevolent Tribe.

Only doctors are accepted within the benevolent clan.

In the low and medium planes, as long as you can summon spiritual fire and have the talent for refining medicine, you can enter the medicine hall.

But in the Ren tribe, the minimum requirement for entering the Medicine Temple is to have a strange fire.

Nan Xun looked at Yan Yu carefully from the corner of his eyes. His father told her not to offend the imperial teacher.

But today...

Nan Xun pursed her red lips, Xu narrowed her apricot eyes, and a smile was placed on the corner of her lips, "Master Emperor, Miss Ji can win your trust, that is, Doctor Gao. This Lord Dongfang is from the Medicine Temple. The Medicine Temple has always had a rule, medical skills, and they improve each other through discussions."

It's over that, Qingge has to take action in this competition.

Qingge's eyes swept across Nan Xun's body. What Nan Xun wants is definitely not as simple as a competition.

As expected, Nan Xun said again: "Mr. Chi Yan's injuries are getting worse and worse. If they are not cured, they will be alarmed. Although Master Emperor recognized Miss Ji's medical skills, it is related to Chi Yan, so he has to be careful. Since Your Excellency Dongfang is here, it is better to make friends with a doctor. Only the winner can cure Mr. Chi Yan. How about it?"

Qingge's eyes fell on Dongfang Po.

Compared with other elves' gorgeous clothes, they are dressed in a torn oriental cloth, simple and simple, with a not outstanding appearance, and have a positive facial features, with a nose and eyes.

The benevolent tribe accepts all tribes, as long as they seek medical treatment.

Obviously, Dongfang Po is a human.

The elves are ridiculous. While they disdain to be with humans, they also worship those high-ranking and powerful human races, such as the Temple of Medicine.

After all, the human race mentioned by the elves is not humans, but humans with humble lives, ugly appearance, low-level, medium-level and high-level planes. These humans with poor strength and poor status are called human races.

Besides, the reincarnation master who married the water spirit goddess Yun Shen, thousands of years ago, wasn’t it also a human race?

Qingge looked at Dongfang Po carefully, and had already made up his mind.

My mother's physical condition requires long-term care, and now she cannot stay in Shenyuedu forever.

If there is a doctor who is trustworthy and has extraordinary strength, you will be relieved.

Dongfang Po stood in the night wind and looked at Qingge. For some reason, he shivered coldly and a chill appeared on his back.

Why do you feel a chill that is targeted by a poisonous snake?

"What do you think?" Yan Yu followed Qingge's opinion and said that if Qingge didn't want to compete, Nan Xun would not be willing to let go or fear it.

The elves all thought that Qingge would refuse.

Qingge smiled happily, "Since you are a competition, it is better to choose a day than to meet the day, so let's do it now."

"The other party is a doctor in the Temple of Medicine, and it is difficult to deal with." The goddess said softly.

"It's very difficult." Because of this, she also wanted to see if she had obtained the ancestral treasure book and had made progress in her medical skills.

If the old men of the Medicine Sect learned that Qingge had actually discussed with the doctors in the Medicine Temple, they would be afraid that they would have a bad heart.

That was something they didn't dare to think about, and it was their dream.

Unfortunately, the worst doctors in the Medicine Temple must have alien fire, and they must also be the fire on the alien fire list.

For the miscellaneous fire outside the list of strange fires, such doctors can only watch the gate in the Medicine Temple.

No matter which race or plane, the eternal truth will always be like this.

The success and the defeat of the enemy are the enemy, the strong prey on the weak, and the survival of the fittest is eliminated.

Time is used to eliminate the weak with weak willpower.

Hearing this, the goddess suddenly realized, then felt relieved and smiled slightly.

Yes, it doesn’t matter how the outcome of this competition is.

For human doctors, it is an honor to be able to compete with the doctors of the Medicine Temple.

The reason why Nanxun came out like this was because he wanted his own people to treat Chiyan and thus narrow his relationship with Chiyan.

But Nan Xun could never have imagined that the so-called Miss Ji was not as simple as a doctor, she was the daughter of Lord Chi Yan.

Even if Dongfang Po wins the competition, what if it is really cured by Lord Chi Yan, the goddess and Qingge will be even more happy.

If you are afraid, Nan Xun has ulterior motives. Under the banner of healing, he wants to harm Lord Chiyan.

"Your Highness, since you want to have a dispute, let's make it clear. If the winner of the dispute fails to cure Lord Chiyan, he will cut off his arm." The goddess held a scepter and a crown on her head.

Countless eyes all looked at the goddess.

Only the light song shaking the exquisite and gorgeous wine glass, laughing with evil and coldness.

Dongfang Po was stunned. He was just here to compete, so why is there any danger of breaking his arm?

Nanxun frowned.

Immediately, the goddess stood up with a scepter, walked to Nanxun, looked at Nanxun, and said, "The person with broken arms is not a doctor, but a princess and I. Lord Chiyan is auspicious for our clan. It is a thousand years to come, how can we have a joke? If it is not a broken arms, I am afraid that those who have ulterior motives will be unable to convince the public. If something happens, who is it? Can the princess afford this responsibility?"

At this moment, Qingge raised her head and drank the last drop of wine from the glass. She put down the wine glass slowly and looked at the goddess with a smile.

The cold air in Yanbei is not so easy to cure.

She only told the goddess that she had found some medicinal materials, and the goddess believed her so much.

The goddess's move was to remove the firewood from the bottom of the pot, probably because she was worried that Nan Xun had something to do with the person who took action behind the scenes and hurt Yan Bitong.

If Dongfang Po really wins, there is a saying that the arm is broken, and Nanxun and Dongfang Po have to heal Yan Bitong.

The goddess's eyes were sharp and she looked at Nanxun aggressively.

Nan Xun never expected that the goddess would use this trick.

Nan Xun gritted his teeth. Obviously, the goddess dared to do this. It was the woman named Ji who had found a way to treat Lord Chi Yan.

"What the goddess said is very important, and it is related to Lord Chi Yan. How can I not worry about it? Since that's the case, then follow what the goddess said."

Nan Xun believed that Ji Meili could cure Lord Chi Yan, and it was even more difficult to hire a doctor from the Medicine Temple.

Quietly, Qingge and the goddess looked at each other.

It seems that Nan Xun just wanted to win Yan Bitong's attention, and did not privately jointly harm Yan Bitong with others.

Thinking of this, Qingge's gaze at Nanxun was a little softer.

"How do you want to talk?" Qingge asked lazily.

"Can the girl refine the immortal pill?" Dongfang Po asked.

Qingge raised his eyebrows and was confused, "Can you reach the sky after eating?"

Dongfang scratched his ears and foreheads, as if he was asked by Qingge, "It seems that he can't." Then again, is the point?!

no!

"You don't even know the Immortal Pill in the Heaven?" Nan Xun smiled, "You deserve to be called an alchemist like this?"

Yan Yu glanced at Nan Xun, who was silent as a cicada, and his eyes became more and more cold and deep.

Among the thousands of clans, the Celestial Immortal Pill is considered a middle-grade famous pill, with rich and pure original spiritual energy.

Even the goddess didn't expect that Qingge didn't even know the pills...

Jiuci coughed dryly.

Only practitioners above the Nine Realms need to ascend to the Heavenly Immortal Pill.

Moreover, the Celestial Immortal Pill was created and refined by a doctor in the Medicine Temple for three thousand years.

The ancestors of the Medicine Sect were from thousands of years ago, so naturally there was no record of the elixirs that were only released seven thousand years later.

What's more, in today's era, the gap between planes is not just a gap, but an insurmountable natural barrier.

In the Gods Heaven Realm, few people cultivate their original spiritual energy, and even the masters of the Medicine Sect will not teach them.

Even if there are records of the Immortal Pill in the Cun Book Pavilion of the Medicine Sect, except for the time of the ancestor's treasure book, Qingge has not been to Cun Book Pavilion much.

Qingge looked at the slightly contemptuous gaze around him and sighed softly. It seems that Xiao Baozi will study more in the future so that he will not be looked down upon.

Qingge looked at Nanxun, looking lazy and tired, and said calmly: "I can't climb to the sky in one step, why should I know?"
Chapter completed!