At the end of the song, Yan Jiu let out a sigh of relief.

Slowly, he stretched out his palms.

In his palm, there was a cloud of undispersed black air circling around.

"The ghost curse of the Witch Ghost Sect!" Gong Yang Zhen said in surprise.

"Do you know the Witch and Ghost Sect?" Yan Jiu said.

Gong Yang Zhen nodded, and there seemed to be some secret between his expressions and he didn't say much.

Yan Jiu didn't ask much.

Yuan Cheng kept staring at Yuan Keli.

At this moment, Yan Jiu finished his treatment and saw Yuan Keli open his eyes, suddenly covering his chest, and spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

As a mouthful of black blood emerged, the martial arts true energy that had been wandering outside the innate state instantly broke through the barrier and entered the innate state directly.

Not to mention Yuan Keli himself, even Yuan Cheng who was next to him could feel this kind of improvement.

Gong Yang Zhen saw Yan Jiu's magical means again, and his eyes were even more respectful.

He felt deeply lucky that he could be with Yan Jiu.

If the true nature of Yan Jiu said, when his cultivation level is restored, the martial arts master can be created at will. Then his future achievements will never be inferior to the martial arts master.

Now, it’s a profitable deal for Yan Jiu to be an old slave.

Without placing the blood on his chest, Yuan Keli turned over, knelt directly on the ground, and bowed to his head.

"Yuan Keli, thank you for your great kindness and virtue." Yuan Keli, who was in his sixties, knelt on the ground at this moment, crying softly like a child.

For more than ten years, the Witch and Ghost Sect's injuries have been entangled with him for more than ten years.

Just like the stool of the thrombus, it makes people unable to sleep or eat and sleep day and night.

But unexpectedly, with the help of Yan Jiu, the boy, he has improved. Not only has he improved, but he even lost all the cultivation levels that he thought he would never have again.

Even after reaching the innate level of martial arts, it is still growing.

"Get up." Yan Jiu said calmly.

In the past, in the Guangyuan Immortal Realm, many old monsters would kneel at his feet, which gave Yan Jiu a condescending aura.

"Senior, you haven't asked you to give me the title of honor, Yuan Keli has built a temple for you." Yuan Keli did not get up and still knelt on the ground.

"Just call me "Young Master Ninth". There is no need to live in the temple. If you have the extra money, you can do more good deeds." Yan Jiu smiled, and signaled to Gongyang Zhen to let Yuan Ke stand up.

Gong Yang Zhen laughed and waved his hand gently. A soft force directly lifted Yuan Keli up from the ground.

This time, Yuan Keli and Yuan Cheng-in were really stupid.

Yuan Keli's own cultivation is already innate.

With his current strength, although he has just recovered, even if a martial arts master at the same level wants to easily support him, he cannot do it.

And the old man with the same goat face in front of him could do it easily with every move.

What does this mean?

This shows that the old man with the same style as the goat face is at least in the realm of transformation.

What does it mean to call yourself an old slave who is in front of the Ninth Prince?

As long as you are not a fool, you may have to be very clear.

Yuan Keli's eyes were full of shock. Facing Yan Jiu, he didn't know what to say.

Yuan Cheng stood behind Yuan Keli, not daring to move a single point.

"You go. The injuries on your body are not considered to be cured. Taking some healing medicines internally should be able to recover within a few days." Yan Jiu said.

"The Ninth Prince, Yuan Keli is also considered a decree of the imperial court. If you have a little energy in the capital, you have to speak up if you have any needs." Yuan Keli said in fear.

A martial arts master no longer needs Yuan Keli's help in terms of strength.

But some secular things still need help to manage them.

Yan Jiu nodded, and Gong Yang Zhen immediately understood and made a gesture of seeing off the guests.

Yuan Keli walked out of the inn as if he was dreaming, accompanied by Gong Yang Zhen.

"Brother, the Ninth Prince has great supernatural powers. It is really a blessing for you to be by your side."

Yuan Keli looked at Gong Yang Zhen with envy.

As she walked, Gong Yang Zhen smiled and said, "It's not just a blessing? It's my fortune. Just a few days ago, when the young master was healing me, he took the point and I walked from the innate realm to transform. Do you think this is a fortune?"

"ah!"

Although he knew that Gong Yang might be a martial arts master in the realm of transformation, he didn't expect that even his realm of transformation was helped by Yan Jiu.

Yuan Keli and Yuan Cheng's eyes showed horror.

It seems that only gods can do this method, right?

Even the one from Wudang Mountain and the ancestor of the Wang family in Xinmen are not as good as that?

Seeing that the two people were shocked and their chins were about to fall out, Gong Yang Zhen simply spoke again: "I still remember that when the young master pushed me into the realm of transformation..."

"What do you mean?" Seeing Gong Yang Zhen paused on purpose, Yuan Keli and Yuan Cheng immediately raised their ears, knowing that his next words must be very important.

Gong Yang Zhen looked at the two of them, smiled mysteriously, and whispered: "My young master said at that time that as long as he was willing, even if he was a realm of transformation, even a master of martial arts could create several."

Although Gong Yang Zhen's voice was small, it fell into Yuan Keli and Yuan Cheng's ears, like muffled thunder blew up from the sky.

A mouthful of blood circled around Yuan Keli's throat and was suppressed by him.

The news that Gong Yang Zhen said here was so shocking to him.

It is impossible for a state of transformation to lie about such things.

"Respect the innate nature and worship the realm of transformation."

This is not a slogan. But when martial arts reaches a certain level, the dignity of the warrior itself is worth worshipping.

"Okay, you two should leave quickly. Today, the old slave said a lot. I wonder if the young master will blame him. I will go up and take a look, and I won't give it away." Gong Yang Zhen bowed and turned around and left.

Yuan Keli and Yuan Cheng watched Gong Yang Zhen's figure climbing the stairs and stayed for a while before leaving.

As soon as he walked out of the inn, Yuan Keli reacted and immediately said, "No, I'm going to enter the palace to meet the saint. If such talents are used by the country, they will definitely be peaceful. There is no need to worry about any Mongolian Jiannu."

Yuan Keli said while speeding up.

His cultivation level was restored and he used it, and he was shocked and swept past the streets of the capital.

Yuan Cheng followed closely behind.

People in the suburbs of Beijing are eye-opening. Some call for gods and some call for saints.

But these words fell into Yuan Keli and Yuan Cheng's ears, like a thorn on his back.

If someone had called the innate gods and saints before, Yuan Keli and Yuan Cheng might have been complacent.

But now, the title of god and saint may be more suitable for the one in the inn.

They certainly dare not regard themselves as such an identity.

Yuan Keli's cultivation level exploded and he soon crossed the capital and came directly to the Tianmen.

Seeing the figures spread out, a generation of masters became nervous in an instant.

"Who can stay? Go further forward is the royal range. Those who are stubborn will be killed without mercy."

"I Yuan Keli, if you have an urgent matter, you will report it to everyone." Yuan Keli stopped. Even if he was innate, he would not dare to enter the imperial city.
Chapter completed!