Dongfang Po and Xiong Batian were shocked when they looked at the dozen pills falling into the amethyst pot.

They had already had many difficulties in refining a pill, and they finally gave up halfway and were defeated.

Qingge not only completed the refining in the shortest time, but even exceeded their imagination in terms of quantity and quality.

Xiong Batian looked at Qingge with more admiration.

In his life, the person he loved the most was Aluo, and the one he admired the most was his master.

Qingge slightly raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, and his eyes were a little dizzy. All the scenery and people were blurred, as if they had been mist, and only vaguely visible outlines.

In the end, even the blurry picture disappeared. Qingge's eyes turned black and his delicate body fell forward.

The people in the room exclaimed and rushed towards Qingge, worried.

Jiuci flew over and arrived, his eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he had already supported Qingge in a flash.

Dongfang Po and Xiong Batian hurriedly stood up and came to check Qingge's situation.

"What's wrong with Ge'er?" Jiuci asked anxiously, his heart rising to his throat.

Dongfang Po breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Miss is overworked. Just take a good rest. I will refine a pill for the girl to concentrate my mind."

Hearing this, everyone around him was silent, and his eyes were filled with heartache and admiration.

Qingge is a cultivator with strong physique and a spiritual master, which means Qingge's soul and will are so strong.

For a powerful practitioner, how tired and tired is it to faint without warning?

Jiu Ciheng hugged Qingge back to the room, put Qingge gently on the bed, and as always, added more than ten quilts.

The night was shocked by the wind, and Yan Bitong arrived in a hurry. Yan Bitong looked at Qingge with pale complexion, with tears in her beautiful eyes.

"Everyone, now you need to purify your master, so it is not advisable to disturb him." Xiong Batian said quickly when he saw that the house was crowded.

Jiuci, Ye Jingfeng and others nodded and all walked out.

On the corridor, Ye was shocked by the vicissitudes of life, looked up at the moon, and sighed deeply, "This child is not like a daughter, but like a son. Ge'er is indeed a good king."

"She is still so young, she should be at the age of being so willful and jokingly..." Yan Bitong choked.

They have never protected this child in the past decade.

The later encounter was also her doing her best to protect her parents.

Jiuci paused slightly when he heard his parents' words, and looked back through the window frame with complex eyes at Qingge.

"The beautiful girl is ill now. She has worked too much, so she should have a good rest. At this time, we should try Nu Qi's treatment strategy and whether it is useful." Dongfang Po's words made everyone sober.

Ye Qingge has always been their heaven, so when he saw Qingge fainting, everyone collapsed.

Now they only hope that Qingge can rest well, and during this period, they will continue to have Qingge's sense of mission and honor.

Dongfang Po and others came to the side of the half demon with amethyst pot.

This half demon is infected with the disease of half demon.

Xiong Batian brought gloves soaked in special medicine water, opened the amethyst pot, took out the green and transparent pill, and used his other hand to open the half-demon's mouth, and then stuffed the pill in a sudden.

The elixir melts in the mouth, and wisps of green smoke remain between the lips and teeth, and there is a faint fragrance.

"No effect." Dongfang Po closed his eyes in disappointment.

"Wait--" Xiong Batian stared at the half demon with his eyes intently. After half a day passed, Xiong Batian said excitedly: "It is useful, it is useful. Look, his disease has been completely cured. This treatment strategy is very effective."

Dongfang Po was stunned, full of surprise, and then calmed down and whispered: "The best treatment for diseases is refined by the most wonderful alchemist, that is a miracle!"

When the people around him saw this, they all breathed a sigh of relief and were also carnival.

They knew that Qingge cared about the affairs of the three sects so much that he did not even leave a moment of rest for himself, without even a moment of rest.

She will be happy after hearing this answer.

This means that there is at least a glimmer of hope in the affairs of the three sects, rather than a completely depressing despair!

...

The next day, Qingge was still resting, as if he was in an endless sleep.

There is only one last day left before the three sects.

That is to say, tens of thousands of disciples of the three sects who were infected with the disease of half demon will be buried alive at the fire tomorrow.

In the evening, a figure stood in front of the window outside the house, a familiar young man with innocent and harmless eyes as clear as water.

Nu Qi stood on the window ridge, looking at Qingge from afar, his eyes filled with curiosity and exploration.

Gulu.

A sound came from the abdomen, and Nu Qi rubbed his lower abdomen and left the edge of the bed with his lips curled away.

Nu Qi went to the kitchen, filled his stomach, suddenly smelled a scent, and then walked outside the Yeshen Palace.

He met an old man, a white-haired old man. In peace, the old man had a bit of a fairy-like temperament.

But when the old man looked at Nu Qi and grinned, he became an old naughty boy.

The old man is also an old acquaintance of Qingge. The old man who gave the fire bird to the Moyun Mountains was made by the Chicken at the foot of the Yaozong Mountains.

The old man was roasting lotus leaf chicken, holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand and shaking the wind.

Nu Qi stood in front of the roast chicken, looked down, blinked, and a slutty drool flowed from the corner of his lips.

"Want to eat?" asked the old man.

Nu Qi nodded.

The old man took off the lotus leaf chicken, tore it open with his hands, wrapped it with lotus leaf and handed it to Nu Qi.

Even though Nu Qi was full, he still ate the chicken bones, leaving only chicken bones left.

"Do you still want to eat?" asked the old man.

Nu Qi looked at the old man with pitiful eyes, with a light shining in his eyes.

That was the best chicken he ate in his life.

"Do you know the words?" The old man looked unfathomable, but in fact he was a bit cunning like an old fox.

Nu Qi was stunned for a moment, thought about the old man's problem, and then nodded.

The old man wiped Nu Qi casually with his oily hands, and then took out a book wrapped in black skin for a long time in his wide cuff.

"After reading this book "The Poison King", I will give you a hundred pieces to eat enough. How about it?" the old man asked.

Nu Qi blinked, his head full of confusion, as if he couldn't understand the old man's words.

The old man cleared his throat and explained again: "My chicken is the best chicken in the world. It is hard to find a fortune without a market. How about it?"

Nu Qi sat, looking at the old man with beautiful eyes open, motionless and silent.

"This is the case, as long as you agree, I will give you an extra chicken today." The old man said.

Upon hearing this, the light emitted by Nu Qi's eyes seemed to blind the old man's eyes.

I saw Nu Qi picking up the ancient book "The Poison King" at a rapid speed with the speed of thunder.

Nu Qizang was very good at "The Poison King" and was waiting as obediently as a loyal dog.

The old man knew that he could not deceive his children, it was time to roast chicken. Seeing Nu Qi like this, the old man suddenly felt a little worried. Is it right or wrong to give this book "The Poison King" to Nu Qi?
Chapter completed!