He Xiongshan looked slightly stunned and very unhappy.
If this girl had broken her arm, Yun Huan would not be willing to look for him every day with her sword in hand if she didn't care about her life?
Obviously, He Xiongshan, like others, believed that Chu Yue could only be defeated by Leng Qingshuang in terms of medicine alone.
Although He Xiongshan doesn't like Leng Qingshuang, he also recognizes Leng Qingshuang's strength and talent.
However--
He Xiongshan's voice could not be stopped.
Chu Yue ignored him, with a smile as bright as a flower. When she walked towards the cabinet to refine medicine and passed by Xiao Li, she whispered a few words in Xiao Li's ear.
Leng Qingshuang raised her chin slightly, and the three slender scars on her face made her look charming and mysterious.
"Senior Sister Leng, Ye Chuyue is not an orthodox Xuanji disciple and will not be your opponent."
"If she breaks her arm, I wonder if Emperor Zun will cause trouble for Senior Sister Leng."
"..."
Disciples, you speak to me.
Leng Qingshuang raised her eyebrows slightly, stared at Chu Yue's back carefully, and then stepped up to enter the cabinet.
The news that the two cabinets were refining medicine at the cost of a broken arm soon spread, and soon, disciples from other temples swarmed in.
Behind the meeting hall, the dim palace is not magnificent, but is made of blood-colored jade and decorated with thick black ink-like colors.
The doors and windows all around were nailed with black cloth, and there was only a faint candlelight.
The light reflected by the candlelight showed the lively scene in the cabinet of Hongmeng Hall, and the mixed voices of the disciples could be heard.
A man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, so white that he was almost transparent and sickly, sat in a wheelchair and stared at the girl in the candlelight.
After a long while, he laughed softly and murmured to himself: "Qinghuang, when the child grows up, he looks so much like you."
...
Hongmeng Hall.
He Xiongshan is asking the waiter to distribute the medicinal materials. There is a medicinal cauldron in front of each disciple.
He Xiongshan looked at the soul-capturing and resentful spirits surrounding Chu Yue, and waved his hand to the little waiter.
Not long after, the waiter came back and brought a new alchemy cauldron and crystal table, placing them in front of the soul-capturing spirit.
The captive souls looked at each other in confusion, and then gathered around the cauldron to identify the medicinal materials.
"It's common for alchemists to compete with each other."
He Xiongshan looked at Chu Yue and the two and stopped him: "It's too childish to sacrifice a broken arm, why not use a broken hair and hairpin as a bet?"
Chu Yue came to the medicine refining cauldron and glanced at Leng Qingshuang, "Refining the Nine Yuan Pill?"
"It seems that the meeting gift that my junior sister gave me must be an arm." Leng Qingshuang curled her lips and smiled, knowing that she was bound to win.
Who in the Hongmeng Palace didn’t know that Leng Qingshuang’s specialty was the Nine Yuan Dan? She was so proficient in making it that she could sell it for double the price on the market.
He Xiongshan was so angry when he saw that each of them was more deviant than the other, but the captured souls who were studying seriously in front of the cauldron became more and more pleasing to their eyes.
Among the disciples in the Xuanji Hall on the seventh floor of the Martial Arts Palace, Chen Qinghe was closing his eyes to rest, listening to the news from other disciples.
Chen Qinghe suddenly opened his sword-sharp eyes, sneered, and laughed disdainfully: "Refining the Nine Yuan Pill with Leng Qingshuang is really boring."
Unfortunately, it was just a broken arm.
However, taking one of Ye Chuyue's severed arms to the place of judgment can help the elder sister relieve some of her manic depression, which is considered a good thing.
Chen Qinghe glanced at the waiter behind him and said coldly: "Go to Hongmeng Hall and guard it. I want that broken arm."
"yes."
Zhou Xuan, Lin Qian and others in the first level hall were worried, but as their current disciples, there was no way they could go to the Hongmeng Hall.
While the Martial Arts Palace was bustling, Xiao Li went out and opened a gambling table with Shen Qingfeng, offering odds of 1 to 10. Countless disciples emptied their wallets, and there was no doubt that Leng Qingshuang won.
Xiao Li looked at the mountains of money and spiritual treasures in front of him, his eyes brightening slightly.