"You came to the martial arts hall about the Ice Phoenix, you've come to the right place!"

As the old man with long eyebrows and bowed waist said this, he walked to a pile of antique shelves nearby. The antique shelves were filled with bottles and jars, which seemed to be a place to store medicines.

Just after a while, the old man with long eyebrows and hunched waist came back, and in his hand was a small green bottle. You could still vaguely see some faintly glowing liquid in the small bottle.

The old man with long eyebrows and bowed waist showed a loving smile and handed the bottle in his hand to the Ninth Princess. The Ninth Princess quickly stretched out her hands to take it. After taking it, she put it in front of her eyes and looked at it. She really couldn't tell.

He looked at it carefully and handed it to Si Kong Bingling behind him.

In the eyes of the Ninth Princess, Sikong Bingling has been studying medicine and pharmacology for many years, and must have some research on these bottles and jars. However, the Ninth Princess does not know that not all bottles and jars are necessarily potions.

Sikong Bingling took the bottle, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, then opened his pupil technique and looked through the bottle to see the liquid inside. He did not open the bottle during the whole process. It was not because he felt that he was highly capable and did not bother to open bottles, it was just that

He didn't know what was in the bottle either.

Si Kong Bingling fiddled with it for a while and felt that she didn't understand it, so she handed the bottle to Hei Hu next to her. The ninth princess saw Si Kong Bingling handing the bottle to Hei Hu and stretched out her hand, looking nervous, but when she saw that it was Si Kong Bingling,

It was given to him, but he still took his hand back.

Heihu tilted his head and looked for a while before hesitatingly took Sikong Bingling's bottle. He pinched the bottle with two fingers in one hand and reached into the black veil with the other hand. Judging from the position, it should be blocking the bottle.

He lost one of his eyes.

Then Black Tiger chanted a spell, and a colorful ray of light shot out from under the veil. After a while, Black Tiger closed his eye skills, then returned the bottle to Sikong Bingling and said: "You Snow Country people don't know that this Snow Country is from

thing?"

Sikong Bingling shook his head and said: "Although I can feel the breath, there is no such thing in the Snow Country."

Black Tiger shook his head indifferently and said: "This thing seems to really stimulate the ice phoenix and make her break out of her shell."

The old man with long eyebrows and hunched waist took a closer look at Heihu and exclaimed: "There are so many talented people in this era." Then he opened his eyes and looked at Heihu carefully, as if hoping to see his black figure clearly.

What kind of person is hidden under the veil?

This was also the first time that everyone saw the old man with long eyebrows and hunched waist open his eyes after seeing him. The muscles were so relaxed that there was only a slit left in the eyes. Hidden was a bright eye, although the pupils were not large.

It's very big, but when you open your eyes, you can feel a burst of light shooting out.

Hei Hu was not moved, he just stood there. Under the dark gauze, it was impossible to see what Hei Hu's eyes were.

Yan Ye coughed lightly and said, "Uncle, the second one to win seems to be me."

The old man with long eyebrows and hunched waist let out a "tsk" sound, and closed his eyes again, as if he had seen something terrible, but he still said: "Miss Yan, I remember the first time we met, I was like a phoenix climbing a dragon.

, Fortune is still there, Jiadi Xingluo, Si Ma Xuan chariot. It really feels like a high place. I really didn’t expect that it would become like this in less than ten years."

Although these words were somewhat sarcastic, the long-browed and arch-waisted old man did indeed speak in a tone of regret. Yan Ye was not angry either, she still had that kind of gentle and approachable temperament. She smiled and said: "I don't like these.

It’s not important.”

The old man with long eyebrows and hunched waist took a deep breath and exhaled it, then he took out a book from the secret compartment of a shelf nearby and handed it to Yan Ye and said: "You should put this book away first.

, and then you can pick something else you like."

Yan Ye smiled and took it into his arms without even looking at what the long-browed and bow-backed old man handed over. After all, there is no reason why others should give things away, so Yan Ye put forward what he wanted and said: "

I heard that there is such a thing as 'fairy hair' hidden in the martial arts hall. Is it true?"

Hearing this word, even Long Xueer and Sikong Bingling looked at Yan Ye. There is a legend in the ancient book: "The immortals fell, were captured by mortals, and killed and cut into pieces. Every part of them is a famous weapon!"

The old man with long eyebrows and hunched waist swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said: "If you use this thing, you will be punished by God."

Yan Ye smiled and said: "Is my current appearance better than being punished by God?" As soon as he said this, the aura around Yan Ye was suppressed again, and there seemed to be not much about her that was so bright and beautiful that could make people feel better.

Breathable air, and less suffocating.

The old man with long eyebrows and hunched waist sighed and said: "How many do you want?"

Yanye saw the old man with long eyebrows and bowed waist, and smiled and said with a compromise: "Twenty-eight!"

The old man with long eyebrows and bowed waist lowered his head and counted: "One stick, two sticks, two sticks, three sticks... seven sticks, seven sticks, do you want..." The voice of the old man, with long eyebrows and bowed waist, started to tremble.

Yan Ye raised the corner of her mouth, but it didn't show her sexiness. She was still the kind of gentle sister next door. Yan Ye smiled and said, "Yes, my strings were broken by someone. I need to be better."

of strings.”

The old man with long eyebrows and bowed waist frowned and said: "Jiuxiao Huanpei? Who can break its strings?"

Yan Ye's face suddenly turned gloomy and said: "No problem!"

Sikong Bingling, who was beside him, felt his whole body tremble. He took a deep breath and finally understood why Yan Ye gritted his teeth when he mentioned Changsun Yun as if he was talking about his lifelong enemy.

But Yan Ye is, after all, a strange man of the generation whose music can equal the sky. How could he lose his weapons to Chang Sun Yun? Is Chang Sun Yun, who has moved mountains and waded through rivers, really more powerful than Yan Ye?

Sikong Bingling couldn't imagine what it would be like for the two of them to really meet.

While Sikong Bingling was thinking hard, the long-browed old man had already taken out a rectangular box from somewhere and handed it to Yan Ye with both hands. Yan Ye also stretched out his hands to take it, and then opened it with one hand.

He glanced at the corner of the box for confirmation, and then said: "I can't use so much."

The old man with long eyebrows and bowed waist shook his head, sighed and said, "There's no use keeping it, I'll give it all to you." Yan Ye smiled, bowed his head as a thank you, then took out a piece of purple gauze embroidered with white roses,

He wrapped the box and held it in his arms.

The old man with long eyebrows and hunched waist turned to look at Yeats and said: "I already know roughly what you want. Prince Yeats of the Shui Tribe spent a lot of money just to collect his information. But I don't know what you want."

What is this thing for?"

Yeats held the Juelang Dao in both hands, humming and laughing: "You old man, why do you care so much? If you win, just give it to me."

The old man with long eyebrows and hunched waist smiled nonchalantly, and then took out a small wooden pot from the antique shelf on the side, which looked like a wooden pot containing pepper for seasonings.

Yeats took the small pot, put it under his nose, smelled it and said, "I didn't expect you, an old man, have quite a lot of stuff in your hands."

The old man with long eyebrows and hunched waist smiled and stopped talking. The Ninth Princess on the side asked curiously: "Brother Yeats, what are you talking about?"

Yeats smiled and said: "This kind of thing is called a blood-calling bottle. When a person loses blood, he can use it to replenish his blood immediately. It is a good thing to restore one's own body during battle."

Sikong Bingling and Long Xueer both looked at Yeats curiously. This kind of thing can be done better with daily elixirs. Why do you have to use this kind of bottle?

It's just that no one can speculate on his personal thoughts, so they just don't care about it for the time being. Then the long-browed and bowed old man looked at Sikong Bingling and Long Xueer and said: "Master Ling has a strange disease.

I wonder if it’s because the water and soil in our martial arts hall are not good..." There was no sense of shame in his words.

Long Xueer was naturally displeased and asked in surprise: "What kind of strange disease do you have?"

The old man with long eyebrows and bowed waist shook his head and said: "For some reason, Young Master Ling cannot transform between human form and dragon form at will. Sometimes he will become a dragon, and sometimes he will become a human. And..."

"And what..." Long Xue'er asked anxiously. The unstable shape is already a problem of chaotic zhenqi. If other problems are added to it, it will take a lot of effort to save him.

The old man with long eyebrows and hunched waist said: "Furthermore, Mr. Ling may rarely eat because of this disease, and he is very weak now."

Long Xueer's eyes widened and she gritted her teeth as she glared at the long-browed old man with a bowed waist and said, "Take me to see him quickly!"

Seeing that Long Xueer was so furious, the old man with long eyebrows and bowed waist seemed to understand the reason, so he led Long Xueer and everyone to the innermost part of the room. There was a circular door in the innermost part, and the door was made of cold iron.

It was made of cold iron and had a ring of fist-sized rivets around it.

Long Xueer was completely angry. She grabbed the long-browed and bow-backed old man by his collar and shouted: "How dare you lock my brother in a place like this?" Although she is a woman, she is still a dragon after all, and she roared.

Afterwards, the whole room shook.

The old man with long eyebrows and hunched waist did not say a word, but Sikong Bingling behind him already felt that something was wrong, so he quickly pulled away from Long Xueer and said: "It doesn't matter, as long as I'm here, I can treat any kind of injury."

Long Xueer said: "You don't know, our clan has some differences with beasts transforming into humans. It is different from humans when we get sick as usual. What's more, not many people know how to treat this kind of mutation now."

"Maybe!" Sikong Bingling said firmly, because there was someone he knew very well here who would definitely treat this disease.

At this time, Hantie's door had rumbled open, and a cold air mixed with the smell of blood rushed in. A faint light shone into the cave, and everyone could vaguely see the corners of the cave.
Chapter completed!