Qiao Wentai jumped to the door with one foot and scolded anxiously.

"Tian Fang! Qingyan treats you very well and treats you like a close relative. Will your conscience hurt if you do this?"

Madam Tian laughed, "What's the use of conscience? Can it bring endless cultivation and glory? You old trash, let's go with us!"

Madam Tian waved her palm to Qiao Qingyan, raised her other hand, and was about to hit Qiao Wentai, suddenly her body stiffened and a poisonous needle passed through her ring finger.

In an instant, the whole finger turned black and the blood flowed out of the body instantly turned into extremely poisonous black blood.

He fell to the ground and died in one breath.

Qiao Qingyan took back the poison needle and smiled faintly, "It's still my poison that works."

In terms of poison, she is the originator. When she was a child, she was soaked in a poison jar by several perverted old miracle doctors in the clan. Only by detoxifying it can she come out, so that all poisons are not invaded and thousands of poisons are not stained.

The little lion's eyes were confused. The big lion had not yet shown its strength, so why did it end?

"Are Qingyan injured?"

Qiao Qingyan hurriedly supported Qiao Wentai who was walking, "Don't you tell you to lie down and not move? What should I do if my wound is cracked?"

"You have a lot of injuries. I am my daughter again. How can I not worry about it?" Qiao Wentai pretended to be angry.

Qiao Qingyan's eyebrows and eyes were warm, "I know you baby, I have nothing to do. Go back and lie down quickly. I'm still waiting for you to show your might on stage in ten days."

"Tian Fang..." Qiao Wentai felt doubtful and felt even more sad.

Qiao Qingyan picked up the human skin mask on Madam Tian’s face and revealed a strange old woman’s face, “She is a dead soldier.”

It’s probably because Madam Tian was dead five years ago.

The hidden poison sac is equivalent to killing one's own life, and only the dead can do it. Cultivating the dead is a big deal, and the mastermind behind this is becoming more and more mysterious.

She must be stronger in order to protect herself and her father, compete with that person, and take revenge!

Qiao Wentai was shocked. Who was going to kill him and Qingyan?

"Dad, it's not too late. I'm going to start reopening your pulse now."

A light sentence, like a deep water bomb smashing, Qiao Wentai looked at her in shock, "Resume the pulse?"

How many famous doctors and alchemists have no choice but to do anything, Qingyan can do it?

"Dad, do you believe me?"

Qiao Qingyan's face was black, but her eyes were firm and confident. Qiao Wentai focused on her, "Believe!"

He always believes in his daughter!

Qiao Qingyan curled her lips and smiled, and raised the green wooden spiritual power at her fingertips, "Leave it to me."

On the mainland, doctors, poisoners, and alchemists must have wood spiritual roots. Wood spiritual power has the effect of healing and repairing injuries, which can greatly improve the therapeutic effect.

However, wood spirit roots are also rare, so doctors, poisoners, and alchemists have high status.

Qiao Qingyan tried to cover her wound with a layer of wood spiritual power. Soon, the wound was relieved a lot. With her own medicine, she could heal in less than three days!

Sure enough, it is magical. With this assistance, the broken meridians can be continued within two days, but it is only the first step.

When the meridians are broken, the renewal of the meridian is the first, and the focus is on nourishing the meridians.

Once you have good cultivation, it will be easier to practice. If you can't maintain it well, even if you can practice, you may not be able to advance to level one in your life.

She is still missing two prescriptions for Yangmai Dan, so she has to go to the medicine shop tomorrow.

In the evening, Qiao Qingyan walked out of the main house with sweat and exhausted all the wood spiritual power before continuing half of Qiao Wentai's meridians.

"Now it's your turn to clear the poison."

Suddenly, I stepped on something at my feet. I looked up and saw that I fell in a pool of blood, dying.

A hammer hit the heart, and Qiao Qingyan hurried forward.

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