He prides himself on his good looks.

His cultivation is also pretty good.

He is also responsible for supplying 70% of the elixirs for border wars.

I thought Feng Xi would treat him politely.

pity……

For several years.

Don't say a word, Feng Xi didn't even look at him, and didn't even know his name.

The more so.

The more unwilling he became.

"..."

The old man did not dare to speak.

Feng Xi's identity is too special.

Looking at the entire Dayan Dynasty, and even the entire Donghuang, no one has ever

Dare to force her to do something she doesn't want to do.

Not to mention a Jade Pill Sect.

Even those holy places dare not show any disrespect to her.

Seeing that he didn't speak.

The young man felt a little irritable.

"Right."

"I've been so busy these days that I forgot to ask if that Xue Mao is dead."

"this……"

The old man quickly said, "I will go to Song Hou's military camp later to ask."

"snort!"

The young man snorted coldly.

"What kind of Wuhuo Mysterious God Pill, what kind of pill recipe that is immune to the suppression of the godhead, can be regarded as a treasure? I think that ghost doctor is also a person who is just trying to gain fame! It was a waste of so much energy of our Jade Pill Sect to crack it!

"

The old man believed it deeply.

He has also seen the elixir recipe.

Wuhuo Xuanshen Pill?

The weird name and weird effects are worse than useless elixirs to them!

…

Outside the military stronghold.

The monk had an angry look on his face, but he met the two of them head-on.

A person with a windy figure.

But it was Shen Xuan.

The other person was a few heads taller than Shen Xuan, and he was quite handsome. On his shoulders was a black club full of sharp spikes, which was a head taller than her!

If not Murong Yan, who is it?

Along the way.

When all the monks saw her, they all looked respectful.

On the battlefield.

Respect strength.

With Murong Yan's giant spirit bloodline and the mace that Feng Xi had specially found for her, she was naturally at home and took full advantage of her natural strength.

Barbarians from the Northern Territory.

Most of them are from physical training background.

Not to mention his brute strength, his defense was extremely high, which made the cultivators of the Great Yan Dynasty suffer a great deal.

May meet Murong Yan.

And the big mace in her hand.

The end...

I'm lucky to have a whole body!

Because of this.

On the battlefield, Murong Yan's limelight was ten times greater than that of Shen Xuan, and she received ten times more respect than Shen Xuan.

I've been here less than three days.

She fell in love with it here.

"Tsk tsk, I knew Brother Gu could do it!"

"Nonsense, my brother has experienced countless death catastrophes. Which one has he not escaped from?"

"I don't know when he will arrive."

"Soon!"

Murong Yan shook the mace in her hand, which made Shen Xuan's face turn pale with fear.

"It should be today!"

Just now.

They had learned about Gu Han's upcoming arrival from Feng Xi, and were naturally very excited.

"Let me tell you."

Murong Yan swung her wolf-toothed stick even more vigorously.

"On this battlefield."

"You still have to look after my brother Gu."

"Those barbarians met him... Huh? Zhang Shan?"

Half the story.

But she saw the monk with an angry face.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Sister Murong? Brother Shen?"

The monk's name was Zhang Shan, and he was familiar with the two of them, so he hurriedly came up to greet them.

Although Murong Yan has only been here for a short time, she is generous and straightforward, and has saved the lives of many monks. Naturally, she has a lot of prestige. Although she is not very old, she is respectfully called 'Sister Murong' by all the monks.

She likes it very much.

Very satisfied too.

"What!"

After listening to Zhang Shan's story, Murong Yan was furious.

"We are fighting to the death in front, but these dogs still dare to steal the elixir!"

"Walk!"

She waved her mace, whirring like wind.
Chapter completed!