"You mean, this is dragon marrow?" He Lingchuan's tone became very strange, "Dragon marrow of dragon marrow and phoenix liver?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to drink this stuff to improve your cultivation?"
"What is the problem?"
He Lingchuan touched his nose and found it difficult not to laugh.
Fu Shanyue raised his sword eyebrows and thought about how to kill this guy later. Unexpectedly, He Lingchuan suddenly asked him again: "I heard that the King of Chiyan is also a marauder. Do you have anything to do with him?"
The Chiyan Kingdom is the vassal demon kingdom with the shortest history in Bega. It seems that it has only been established for more than 150 years, and it also fixed the number of vassal demon kingdoms in Bega at thirteen.
There have been more and less in history, but in the past two hundred years, there have been thirteen.
Fushan Yue didn't answer.
The next second, He Lingchuan took back the bottle, re-corked it and threw it back to Fu Shanyue.
This move made Fushan Yue confused: "What are you doing?"
Are there still fools in the world who throw dragon marrow to others?
"I wish you good luck." He Lingchuan jumped back and fell into the mountain.
Fu Shanyue rushed over and saw that the man was swinging to the edge of the high cliff with a hook and rope, and was planning to ride the goat down the mountain quickly.
But before He Lingchuan could reach the goat, a shadow rose from the terraces and rushed towards him.
Very powerful wind.
He Lingchuan happened to be passing by a cave, but was blown directly into the cave by the strong wind, and almost hit his face against the wall.
But he reacted very quickly. He took out a stone sculpture of the Wind Lion God from his storage ring and put it firmly on the ground.
The surrounding wind suddenly weakened.
At this time, he turned around again and saw Feng Mo.
The size of this guy actually shrank again, and was only as tall as a person. It looked at Wind Lion Lord and then at He Lingchuan, and roared twice. It was obviously very unhappy with him.
It had spiritual intelligence and knew that Fu Shanyue had just been coerced by He Lingchuan and that the thing was in his possession. Therefore, it waited until He Lingchuan returned the wooden bottle before it waited for an opportunity to retaliate.
"Hey, as a person, no, as a person, you need to know how to repay kindness." He Lingchuan groped for a few times on the Wind Lion God, while wagging his finger at the Wind Demon, "If I hadn't interrupted the leader of the escort team's spellcasting just now,
You have long been forcibly suppressed by the root ball of King Baoshu."
Feng Mo didn't pay much attention to what he said, but he hesitated and waved twice in front of Wind Lion Lord. His concern was clearly visible to the naked eye.
This was different from the murderous rage in the previous two times.
But He Lingchuan did not let down his guard and faced the wind demon's true form. Can this stone sculpture still work?
Feng Mo shook his head twice, as if he had made up his mind.
How can we stop moving forward just because of a small stone pier?
These pillars have long since left the place they should be guarding.
It suddenly let out a thundering roar and rushed forward.
The wind lion suddenly started shaking and shaking, as if someone was beating it with a stick.
There was a "pop" sound, and the wind lion split open.
Fu Shanyue, who was watching the battle not far away, saw this and shook his head.
The Wind Lion God indeed has the function of warding off wind and suppressing evil spirits, but the effectiveness of any magical power has an upper limit and a limit. It has no problem suppressing ordinary Gang Feng, but it can deal with Wind Demon——
Chapter completed!