A mysterious light flashed, and a figure suddenly appeared, scaring Xue Yi's chest thumped, and his pretty face turned red again without any effort.

His eyes were on Bingchen, and Xue Yi swept across his body. Yue Yao smiled without a trace. Then he came to Bingchen and bowed: "Class leader, something is wrong with the holy tree. Please come over and take a look."

"Yin and Yang Medicine Spirit Tree?" Bing Chen asked.

Yueyao nodded.

"What's wrong?" Bingchen asked.

"It's hard to say, the patriarch will know it when he goes over and sees it." Yue Yao said.

Bing Chen gave Yue Yao a blank look, but he didn't dare to delay it. The true energy wrapped around the blood, and Yue Yao teleported away.

Soon, the peak of the spiritual medicine.

When I saw the situation of the Yin-Yang Medicine Spirit Tree, Bingchen couldn't help but twitch slightly.

It's gone!

The originally vibrant and vigorous Yin-Yang Medicine Spirit Tree seemed sick and ill at this time, as if it was about to die.

And among the sparse leaves of the Yin-Yang Medicine Spirit Tree, a small figure was lying on it, which was Bing Yuexi.

His little face was comfortable, he lay on the trunk, and he was holding a leaf in his mouth.

You don’t have to think about it and know that the situation of the Yin-Yang Medicine Spirit Tree must be related to her!

"Who opened the formation?" Bing Chen's face turned slightly dark.

Yue Yao shook her head and said softly: "Has the clan leader forgotten what identity the ancestor Yuexi has?"

Bingchen's expression became increasingly ugly when he heard this.

Ninth-grade divine formation master!

Breaking this altar formation is a pediatric department!

"Master!"

How dare you till you slap? Bingchen shouted quickly.

Bing Yuexi's eyes opened slightly, glanced at Bingchen and closed it again, looking too lazy to pay attention to it.

Bingchen's mouth twitched a few times, and said again: "Master, come out first. I have something to do with you."

"Speak quickly if you have something to do."

Bing Yuexi looked impatient, and even didn't even bother to open her eyes again.

Bing Chen's face turned dark, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Please show mercy to your master. The disciple's Yin-Yang Medicine Spirit Tree cannot withstand your troubles."

Swish!

Bing Yuexi opened her eyes and looked at Bing Chen with obvious discomfort.

"Xiao Chen'er, what do you mean?" Bing Yuexi said.

Bing Chen's eyebrows pounded and said, "The Yin-Yang Medicine Spirit Tree is the foundation of the disciple Medicine Spirit Clan. You must not make any mistakes. Please don't suck it again..."

Bing Yuexi narrowed her big eyes slightly, revealing an unkind look.

"You have to take care of your teacher's meat, and you have to take care of sucking a spiritual medicine now. Xiao Chen'er, what is the position of your teacher in your heart?" Bing Yuexi said.

"Disciple, don't dare." Bingchen quickly bowed and said.

"I don't dare? I think you don't dare." Bing Yuexi said in a bad tone.

Bingchen had no choice but to stop answering.

Bing Yuexi snorted lightly, then flashed to Bing Chen, staring at him with a displeasure.

"I have lost a lot of life and longevity for you. Now I will not be happy to take a few sips of spiritual medicine. You are a foul disciple." Bing Yuexi cursed.

Bingchen sighed helplessly and clasped his fists and said, "If Master wants to replenish his vitality with spiritual medicine, I will find a way for you. Please let Master let this Yin-Yang Medicine Spirit Tree go."

Bing Yuexi snorted unhappy and said, "No need. If you accept you as a foul disciple, you deserve to be unlucky."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bing Yuexi didn't wait for Bing Chen to react. She flashed and pounced on Bing Chen's back, found a comfortable position to stabilize herself, and then began to close her eyes and pretend to sleep.

In a faint vaguely, Bingchen heard Bing Yuexi's muttering: "If you don't let your teacher suck that tree, you will suck you to death."

Bing Chen's face turned black.

Is he a deaf or a fool? Although he muttered very lowly, he was close to him, and he was still a powerful man who was comparable to the Taoist tribulation.

Suddenly, Bingchen figured out something.

"Be good, I wonder why you just lean on my back. So that's what happened!" Bing Chen muttered in his heart.

But even though I figured it out, Bing Chen was not unhappy. After all, Bing Yuexi was not the only one who thought he was from the furnace.

"Just suck." Bingchen said helplessly: "As long as you don't have any impact on me, you'll do it."

......

Not far from the outskirts of Yaoling City, there is a spiritual peak.

There is no one around, and there is only a simple courtyard above the top of the mountain.

In the courtyard loft, in a simple boudoir, a woman hugged her knees with her hands and looked ahead in a daze. Tears remained on her cheeks, and her makeup was made up, and the corners of her eyes remained a little wet.

At some point, two figures suddenly appeared in the courtyard.

They looked at the balcony of the attic, and the next moment, the two of them came to the door.

After a moment of hesitation, Bingchen pushed the door and entered. At first glance, he saw the haggard figure sitting on the bed.

"They were missing for several days, which made them very worried." Bingchen said.

The woman looked at her, and a little color appeared in her unsightly eyes.

Bingchen sighed lightly and walked slowly towards the woman. He came to the bed, sat quietly beside the woman, hesitated for a moment, held her shoulders, and took her into her arms.

Suddenly, the woman suddenly lost control of her emotions, and she threw herself on Bingchen, burying her head in her chest and burst into tears.

Looking at the woman, Bing Chen looked at her pity and secretly moved her true energy, gently stroked her back to smooth out her breath.

It took a long time before the woman stopped crying, and she snuggled up to Bingchen's chest without any hesitation, and the corners of her eyes could not stop the tears.

"I'm sorry." Bingchen said.

The woman was stunned, and then, two lines of tears suddenly flowed out of her eyes.

After a long time, the woman choked and said, "Where is Master?"

Touching the woman's back, Bingchen whispered: "Let you see her later."

The woman is silent.

"I'm sorry, Jiao'er." Bingchen said again.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Lingjiao's tears flooded again.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why!" Yan Lingjiao cried.

He gently beat Bingchen's chest with both hands, and then he started crying again at Bingchen's chest.

"Why, why do you hide it from me?" Yan Lingjiao continued to cry and asked.

She was in seclusion before and had no knowledge of external affairs. It was a few days ago that she suddenly felt unconscious and woke up from her cultivation. It was then that she discovered that Zhuo Qianling's life soul jade had been shattered.

At that time, she asked everywhere what was going on, but no one knew. She was looking for Bingchen like crazy, but she couldn't find it. In pain and despair, she hid here alone and cried quietly.

Half a day later, Bingchen took Yan Lingjiao to the place where Zhuo Qianling's Ice Jade Coffin was located.

Next to the jade coffin, Yan Lingjiao burst into tears. The tears were hard to break and her emotions were completely out of control.

He is a teacher and his mother. He grew up with Zhuo Qianling since childhood. If it weren't for Zhuo Qianling, Yan Lingjiao would have no idea where he died.

When Zhuo Qianling was captured by Bingchen, Yan Lingjiao could even do anything to save her. In her heart, Zhuo Qianling was the closest person, and even if she had been in her life, she would be unable to repay Zhuo Qianling's kindness.

At this time, the teacher left and the love was hard to repay, and all that was left was the endless regret and pain.

Not far away, Bingchen also looked sad. Although he seemed to have opened a little after three days of guarding Zhuo Qianling's coffin, he still felt indescribable discomfort in his heart.

He didn't know what kind of feelings he had for Zhuo Qianling. After he passed by, Zhuo Qianling had been loyal and had no complaints about him, and even had a different kind of care. Until later, his relationship with Zhuo Qianling seemed to be no longer a servant, but more like a beauty.

Zhuo Qianling's death was inseparable from him. Bingchen felt guilty and Bingchen felt heartbroken. He killed a woman who loved him. That kind of taste disturbed people's minds, stings people's minds, made people pity, regrets and was very uncomfortable.

......

"This girl's physique is interesting." Bing Yuexi suddenly said at some point.

Bing Chen came back to his senses, looked sideways at Bing Yuexi, and was silent for a little while, then said, "There is a congenital thunder in her body."

"Oh, that's true." Bing Yuexi said: "I actually encountered the extremely rare spiritual thunder body here."

Looking at Bing Yuexi, Bing Chen hesitated for a while and asked, "Master is interested in Jiaoer?"

When Bing Yuexi heard this, she pouted with a smile and said, "Don't make that idea. I regretted it if I accept you as a ignorant disciple. I don't want to accept other disciples."

Bingchen sighed softly.

"Besides, the effect of the spirit thunder body falling into the hands of the master is the same as that of yours. We cannot fully exert its power." Bing Yuexi said again.
To be continued...