People look at Dongfang Mo as if they are looking at something. Is this just a tripod, and do you still need to communicate with each other? Especially Jiang Zhiguang knows that this is something that Ke Jian often uses when refining medicine, and it's a big deal!

"Then have you coaxed me?" Jiang Zhiguang deliberately ridiculed Dongfang Mo.

Dongfang Mo nodded: "Just just coaxed me." Then, he said to his lonely phoenix cauldron, "Nightinging, quickly release the elixir, you can come out yourself too. After all, this cauldron was once a property of the Zonglin School, and you can also meet the outstanding disciples of the Zonglin School's medicine refining!" Dongfang Mo also said this on purpose.

When Jiang Zhiguang heard this, he suddenly felt that what Dongfang Mo said was either a sleep or something he didn't see but didn't know!

Looking at this kid's expression, it should not be the former!

Involuntarily, Jiang Jiangzhiguang clenched his fists and held the colorful elixir in his hand tightly!

Suddenly, a golden light appeared in people's eyes, not just a simple one, but a lot of them gathered together. Then, the tripod seemed to surge, with golden light shining inside, and eight golden things suddenly appeared on Dongfang Mo's chest!

Looking closely, the eight pills were covered with a layer of golden light. The golden light flowed, and it seemed like a dragon pattern. Dongfang Mo still smiled calmly and his eyes fell on Jiang Zhiguang: "What's the hurry? I'm a dragon pattern elixir!"

"Oh my goodness!"

"I'll go, I've seen something!"

"Mist grass, this is a dragon-patterned elixir!"

After a moment of quiet, people suddenly realized what kind of magical reversal appeared in front of them. Dongfang Mo, a young man who just refined a color and was barely considered a forbidden medicine, has now actually refined a dragon-patterned spiritual medicine, which has really subverted people's perception!

Even Jiang Zhiguang looked at the pills in front of Dongfang Mo with some confusion.

Dongfang Mo waved his hand and took these dragon-patterned elixirs into his palm: "Jiang Zhiguang, our medicinal materials are the same, and I can also tell you that using all these medicinal materials can completely refine eight elixirs, which you have wasted!"

"Damn!" People no longer know what words to use to describe their mood, so they can only say such words to express their shock.

In terms of grade, crushing, and crushing, Jiang Zhiguang lost very thoroughly.

"Are you convinced?" Dongfang Mo held the eight dragon-patterned elixirs in one hand, and looked at Jiang Zhiguang condescendingly in his aura and asked indifferently.

"Dongfang Mo, your pill hasn't flew out for a long time. How did you come from your dragon-patterned elixir?" Jiang Zhiguang was a little crazy, really unwilling to believe the facts in front of him!

Dongfang Mo's face suddenly became cold: "I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen you so shameless. I ask you, how many dragon-patterned spiritual medicines do your Zonglin School have?"

In one sentence, Jiang Zhiguang was a little short of breath. Yes, only the master of the entire sect forest sect had refined dragon-patterned spiritual medicine under particularly smooth conditions. Now it has been kept in the hands of the sect leader as the treasure of the sect. Even if there are as many as ten, it has been accumulated over the past thousand years. This Dongfang Mo actually refined eight in one breath...

When he realized this, Jiang Zhiguang's cold sweat fell. He finally realized that he seemed to have walked into the trap of Dongfang Ink weaving, and it was a huge pit!

Dongfang Mo smiled coldly: "I didn't want to hide it from you! Humph!" Dongfang Mo flew into the lonely phoenix with a thread, still with a bit of momentum, "Where is the nightingale in the lonely phoenix tripod?"

"Master, the nightingale of the weapon is here!" As this clear voice resounded throughout the space, people only felt the figure shaking in front of them. Dongfang Mo respectfully knelt at his feet, with a slender figure and a faint blue body.

The spirit of the weapon.

When people were still puzzled about where this weapon spirit came from, Dongfang Mo had already brought the Lone Phoenix Cauldron to himself with his spiritual energy: "Jiang Zhiguang, this Lone Phoenix Cauldron has been in your Zonglin Sect for thousands of years, and no one knows that this is a weapon spirit weapon. I just made a bet from Ke Jian. I can't let such a good thing be buried in your Zonglin Sect forever!"

"Ahem..." When everyone heard the words "Art Spirit Soldier", they couldn't hold back. What does the weapon spirit Soldier mean in this Youtian Holy Realm!

Even Jiang Zhiguang's lips were trembling: "This is a magic weapon."

"Aren't you blind?" Dongfang Mo said coldly.

He reached out and pulled the nightingale up: "The Nightingale is the spirit of the Lonely Phoenix Cauldron. His body is Utan Ulan. Finally, let me tell you, you don't have to touch the wrong thoughts of the Lonely Phoenix Cauldron. He has recognized his master and is absolutely surrendering!"

All of them, including Jiang Zhiguang, were stunned!

Finally, Dongfang Mo's eyes fell on Jiang Zhiguang: "Jiang Zhiguang, if you don't believe it, you can go back and ask Ke Jian. He saw the process of recognizing the master of this lonely phoenix tripod with his own eyes!"

Jiang Zhiguang could not say a word anymore, and it seemed like a ball of cotton was blocked in his throat, especially when he used this colorful elixir to ridicule others just now. What a big joke!

"This..." Jiang Zhiguang's intestines were regretful. He had always been cautious. This time, why did he walk into this big pit of Dongfang Mo?

Besides, why has he never heard of this? Now, Jiang Zhiguang suddenly realized that what must have happened in the upper reaches of the cave was something he didn't know!

When Dongfang Mo's cold gaze fell on him, Jiang Zhiguang only felt a chill on his spine. This cultivation has nothing to do with it, only an absolute aura, Dongfang Mo's aura is strong.

I thought Dongfang Mo would attack Jiang Zhiguang, but what surprised people very much, Dongfang Mo just turned around and said to his weapon spirit: "Nightinging, these eight dragon-patterned spiritual medicines are for you to practice. This is very useful to you and another spiritual consciousness in your body. If I have time in the future, I will refine them for you." Dongfang Mo, the eight dragon-patterned spiritual medicines, was directly thrown to Nightinging lightly.

Nightingale's lips twitched. Her master was really generous. He had practiced for so long and had never touched the dragon-patterned spiritual medicine. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and barely took the dragon-patterned spiritual medicine with a calm expression.

Dongfang Mo Ze thought about it, which made the nightingale return to the lonely phoenix cauldron.

In this situation, many people present swallowed hard, especially some monsters, who were very unconventional and shouted in their hearts: "Dongfang Mo, do you want a spiritual pet? I am so willing to be your spiritual pet, and I can go and find you the Soul Lock Jade in person!"

Of course, these oriental inks are not known.

After clapping his hands gently, Dongfang Mo turned to Jiang Zhiguang: "Now, I want to make my bet!" The last word fell, and Dongfang Mo's eyes were already the same as ice skates!

Jiang Zhiguang retreated "dengdeng" and trembled uncontrollably. He touched the Nine Palace Bracelet on his waist: "Dongfang Mo, I can give you all the things on me, I won't leave them at all, but..." If Dongfang Mo really wanted to cut off his hands, how could he refine medicine and practice in the future cost almost half his life, especially in the Zonglin Sect, an excellent disciple fell into this field, how could he survive?

However, the people around him widened their eyes. Jiang Zhiguang's identity, after losing the bet, was so cowardly?

Jiang Zhiguang ignored other people's gazes. As long as he could keep his hands, it wouldn't matter even if he knelt down and begged for mercy!

But Dongfang Mo didn't give him this retreat at all, and said coldly: "Give me all the Nine Palace Bracelets on you. If you can't do it, I'm willing to help you!"

Jiang Zhiguang was extremely frightened and turned into anger. After all, this is a big deal!

"Dongfang Mo, what is this place? This is the Zonglin Sect. Do you really want to go wild here?" Jiang Zhiguang changed his humility just now and straightened his back.

Dongfang Mo smiled coldly: "Yes, what is this place? This is the Zonglin Sect, and it is the mountain gate of the Zonglin Sect. You are in front of so many people and don't keep your word. What qualifications do you have to lick your face and say that you are a disciple of the Zonglin Sect? Should I teach you a good lesson for your master?"

Everyone: "..." has been completely confused!

"Dongfang Mo, if you have the ability, come and take it!" Jiang Zhiguang no longer cared about his face and dignity for his hands, and directly raised his spiritual energy.

Dongfang Mo sneered, his bloodline power was directly activated, and his cultivation level soared. In the blink of an eye, he improved his cultivation level to a level nine-level Xuan King who was one higher than Jiang Zhiguang!

Jiang Zhiguang was startled. What kind of trick is this? It’s too outrageous? Are the drugs banned?

However, Dongfang Mo Ke would not explain to him at all, let alone give him room to think: "Then I'm not polite!"

The Nine Profound Skills surging in his palms. Although it was only the first level, the pressure of the Nine-level Xuan King had suppressed Jiang Zhiguang. Jiang Zhiguang could only barely use all his strength to resist. Dongfang Mo easily reached out and took all the Nine Palace Bracelets around his waist into his hand!

"Jiang Zhiguang, these are part of your loss, the next one is..." At this moment, a jade sword appeared in Dongfang Mo's hand, with purple in green, sometimes warm and mellow, sometimes cold and sharp, and the sword tip pointed at Jiang Zhiguang's hands!

"Dongfang Mo, why do you have to cut off my hands? It's not good for you!" Jiang Zhiguang was a little desperate. The huge pressure made him unable to escape even if he wanted to!
Chapter completed!