Genius remembers in one second → website, providing you with wonderful reading. tt full collection download strong> It is my own ambition, this kind of label is unacceptable. Especially, if even my father has this impression, he will be I was greatly disappointed and even doubted my abilities.
This is unacceptable to him!
"Thank you for the reward, Your Highness!"
Yang Ji didn't refuse. Those who took refuge in the Little Prince Jiuding were either for power or profit. It would be too suspicious to refuse at this time. Moreover, the Ziji Dan in the hands of the Little Prince Jiuding was full of purple energy and was dotted with gold powder, like a dream. Fantasy, extremely beautiful, you can tell at a glance that it is not ordinary.
Yang Ji would never refuse this kind of treasure.
"Okay, I'm a little tired. You go down first."
The young prince Jiuding waved his hand with a tired look on his face.
"Then Yang Ling resigned!"
Yang Jigong held up his hand and answered in a decent manner, not going too far but not being rude. It would be wrong to say too much. The matter in Taiyuan Prince's Palace has just ended. Prince Jiuding needs to be given some time to consolidate this time. The results of the battle.
Turning around, Yang Ji took the Ziji Pill and left with satisfaction.
"I know you have something to say."
When Yang Ji left, the young prince Jiuding said without looking back:
"Say it!"
"Your Highness, the Purple Ji Pill was awarded to you by the prince. The identity of this Yang Ling is not yet known, and whether Zuo Taichong's matter will appear is another matter. If this guy is really a spy sent by the palace, Your Highness Wouldn’t it be inappropriate to hand over something as valuable as Ziji Dan to him now?”
The cold-faced middle-aged priest said with a worried look. Around the young prince Jiuding, he was the only one qualified to talk to the young prince Jiuding like this.
"Hey, can't you tell it until now? If he is really a spy sent by the royal family, do you think he dares to attack Princess Longwu?"
The young prince of Jiuding said hehely, as if he had known that the cold-faced middle-aged priest would ask this question, and did not care about his worries.
The cold-faced middle-aged minister was immediately speechless. The young prince Jiuding was right. This time that "Yang Ling" dared to attack Princess Longwu was beyond his expectation.
As a royal spy, a slave would dare to attack his master. That is a big taboo. No spy would dare to be so bold. If this was reported back, the consequences would definitely be worse than death.
However, it is still difficult to completely let go of the cold-faced middle-aged worshiper.
"But Your Highness, everything has not been found out yet. It is not certain whether he is from the Secret Service. 800/strong> Even if he is not, with the soul martial arts he has shown and Yu Bu today, it is not the one sent from the palace. Yes, it definitely has something to do with the palace. There are so many princes in the royal family. It may not be certain which one of them was sent to monitor us."
"My subordinate, it's best to keep an eye on him. Don't get too close."
The cold-faced middle-aged man said in a sincere voice. He lowered his head and bowed specially when he spoke to show his sincerity. He said that this explanation was entirely for the prince and the young prince, and he had absolutely no selfish thoughts.
Even if it was for the sake of the palace, he would not advise the young prince to trust a stranger so much.
"Yu Bu?"
Unexpectedly, the young prince of Jiuding looked at the cold-faced middle-aged worshiper with a surprised look on his face, and did not pay attention to what he said at all:
"You mean the ancient book of Yubu circulated by the royal family?"
"This is!"
The cold-faced middle-aged minister hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice. He really didn't see it at first, but after all, he was the minister of the palace. His vision and knowledge were there.
Even if I didn't recognize it at first, I realized it on the way back.
"Haha, Yu Bu, it turns out to be Yu Bu, no wonder!"
The young prince Jiuding flicked his sleeves, looked up to the sky and laughed, the gloom in his eyebrows gradually dissipated. There were more than twenty generals, Wu Zong could not defeat a strange young man in black next to Long Wu, so the scholars and young masters of Taiyuanzhou
It was a big joke, and it always made the little prince Jiuding feel very unhappy.
However, if that guy was performing Yu Bu, then there would be nothing strange about it. Yu Bu is an ancient magic, a secret skill of ancient emperors. It can travel around the world without being affected by water or fire. It will not be affected by five disasters.
Emperor Yu traveled the world with his weapons, controlled floods, and suppressed demons with his unique skills. It’s no wonder they were able to hit them!
Thinking of this, the young prince of Jiuding has a great heart and no longer blames the good and evil masters he recruited. He has always been so open-minded. As long as he knows the whole story, he will never complain about the small details.
And he has already thought of a way to truly conquer that group of people. This opportunity now is definitely an opportunity to show his ambition and courage and truly conquer them.
Not only did that guy Long Wu not threaten him, he actually did him a big favor.
"Hahaha!"
Thinking of this, the young prince Jiuding couldn't help laughing proudly:
"Don't be suspicious of those you employ, and don't be suspicious of those you suspect. Pei Chongzong, you don't have to worry. No matter who Yang Ling is, he has already made his position clear with his actions. At least, we are friends, not enemies!"
"Moreover, it would be even better if he was one of the princes in the palace. The more the merrier, the more help. If my father knew that there was such a prince standing together in the palace, he would definitely be very happy.
So happy!"
The worshipers in the palace are always cautious and wary. But politics and martial arts are different. The worshippers may be loyal and possess great strength, but in terms of politics, these guys are too far behind me!
On the side, the cold-faced middle-aged priest looked at the young prince Jiuding with his eyes shining and full of energy, and was dumbfounded. What the young prince Jiuding said was something he had never thought of before.
But if you think about it carefully, if that "Yang Ling" is really someone close to a certain prince, then for the prince, it will definitely be a dream, and it will be beneficial and harmless.
With the help of a prince, the affairs of Shenwuwei are promising. On the contrary, Marquis Zhongwu is not necessarily needed. From this aspect, the arrival of this "Yang Ling" is indeed only good for the prince, and has no harm.
"His!"
Thinking of this, the cold-faced middle-aged priest couldn't help but take a long breath. He is now completely submissive to the young prince, and he also understands that the young prince is so young, why does the prince trust him to travel thousands of miles alone to come here?
Taiyuanzhou has to handle this important matter.
His martial arts may not be good, but his insight and wisdom in certain aspects are definitely not comparable to mine.
"My subordinate understands!"
The cold-faced middle-aged priest sighed, bowed obediently, and made a salute.
The young prince of Jiuding smiled slightly, knowing that he had completely won the recognition and loyalty of the priest in the mansion!
…
"Buzz!"
The morning sun rises, and under the crack of the wooden door, blood-red mist floats, gurgling out, like gauze and mist, slowly growing under the morning sun.
Inside the gate, Yang Ji sat cross-legged, his vigorous blood flowing slowly like hot molten steel, and a rolling sound constantly came from the void.
From all directions, endless spiritual energy was continuously attracted, flowing into the sea, and integrated into the blood energy in Yang Ji's body. After an unknown period of time, Yang Ji let out a long sigh of relief and opened his eyes.
Looking inside, Yang Ji can feel that his strength has increased a little. Three feet of ice does not freeze in a day. However, when it reaches the point where Yang Ji is, the increase in strength is already very weak, but the warrior's strength is exactly the same.
This is accumulated day by day.
"Crack!"
Yang Ji opened the box and took out a purple elixir with a little bit of gold powder evenly spread out from it. The elixir was beautiful, and a thick aroma wafted out. When you smell it, the fragrance is tangy.
This was the Ziji Pill that was rewarded by the young prince of Jiuding that day. The medicinal power was very strong. Yang Ji could feel the majestic medicinal power inside without any special exploration.
Compared with Xingxiu Pill and the like, the medicinal power of a Purple Extreme Pill is higher by more than one realm, two realms. This is a great pill pharmacist-level pill that Yang Ji cannot refine with his current strength.
Although the Ghost Alchemist is of a higher level than Yang Ji, he still cannot refine it.
"The journey is long and long, and the practice of alchemy is much more difficult than that of martial arts. Without medicinal materials and a suitable cauldron, no matter how hard you work, no matter how many elixirs you refine, you will be able to improve your level."
Yang Ji held the magnificent Ziji Dan with three fingers and sighed in his heart.
Yang Ji is also an alchemist, and has refined precious elixirs such as the "Pure Demon-Subduing Pill". But frankly speaking, the refining skills of the "Pure Demon-Suppressing Pill" are more than one level behind Ziji Pill.
In terms of quality alone, this Ziji Pill is equivalent to the weight of five Purifying Demon-Conquering Pills. It feels as heavy as an iron ball in your hand.
Without a very high level of elixir, this kind of thing cannot be refined.
"Three days of adjusting your breath, and now taking Ziji Dan, you should be able to almost break through the third Zhoutian acupuncture point."
Yang Ji held the Ziji Pill with three fingers, facing the rose-red morning sun shining through the window paper, and secretly thought in his heart. The seventy-two Zhoutian acupuncture points are stronger than the last, and they are as strong as iron. It is difficult to break.
Yang Ji got the Ziji Pill that day, but he didn't swallow it immediately. He was afraid that it was still a little short of breaking the third Zhoutian acupuncture point.
Now after several days of adjusting his breath, his energy and spirit have reached their peak, and his breath has also increased. Yang Ji feels that he is almost there.
"Mumble!"
Opening his mouth, he swallowed the Ziji Pill in one gulp. Yang Ji closed his eyes and calmed down, and instantly began to promote the movement of the heavens in his body. Boom! After a while, the power of the Ziji Pill melted, and a majestic medicinal power was like a wild dragon.
Generally, it penetrates from the intestines and stomach to the limbs and bones.
The torrent of these elixirs was very powerful, even temporarily exceeding Yang Ji's blood strength.
"It's now!"
A bright light flashed in Yang Ji's eyes, and he unhesitatingly activated the torrent of blood and energy in his body, absorbing the majestic power of the medicine. The two torrents merged into one, and rushed towards the third large acupuncture point in Yang Ji's body with thunderous momentum.
"Boom!"
After crazy impacts again and again, after an extremely difficult challenge, with a bang, the third Zhoutian acupuncture point in Yang Ji's body finally opened. (To be continued.)
