Chapter Three Hundred and Thirteen: The Master of the Young Palace, Relieves Cold Toxins
Wu Wenhu's words sounded very much like what the most powerful man said, but when they heard the third to last word, everyone's expressions were a little strange. They all looked at the man in tiger robe in front of them with some incomprehension. Such emotions
The Xuanwen Sect doesn’t seem to be very strong?
"Ahem...you don't have to treat me like this. Xuanwen Sect is ranked third from the bottom. That's because the sect leader has broken through the real world and has just won a lot of face. Otherwise, with the strength of Xuanwen Sect, I am afraid that Lingsu Palace
Not much different.”
Wu Wenhu coughed twice and looked at the people in front of him. He did not shy away from anything and explained the affairs of the sect thoroughly. This kind of broadmindedness made Yan Ling'er admire him very much.
For a moment, while he had a great impression of Xuanwen Sect, he was also accompanied by endless reverie about Xuanwen Sect.
"Master Tiger, you don't have to be like this. Xuanwen Sect used to be in the top three. Now, it has only entered a trough temporarily. Who can tell whether Xuanwen Sect will return to the top three in a few years.
Where’s the sequence?”
The obese man eating the animal leg beside him frowned slightly when he heard what Wu Wenhu said, and quickly added.
From the words, it can still be clearly judged that the fat man in front of him respects the Xuanwen Sect, but in the end, his respect was only ignored by Wu Wenhu.
Looking at Wu Wenhu's actions in front of him, the obese man finally had a look of embarrassment on his face, and he smiled and said: "Master Hu, you see, you are completely embarrassment for you when you look at me. You might as well let me say a few words.
Then leave, so that you can have a good chat with your 'loved disciple' for a few days?"
"If you have a fart, hurry up. There is so much nonsense."
Wu Wenhu was not polite at all, and made the obese man in front of him awkwardly touch his fat belly, shake his fat belly, hold the animal legs in his hand, step on two "weak" flame beasts, and slowly step forward
, grinned.
Seeing the latter's actions, Yan Linger thought of her uncle, Yan Chou.
It's just a pity that after the battle at Xuankong Peak, the clan members were separated from each other, and Yan Chou completely disappeared without a trace at that time. Yan Ling'er looked carefully, and if it weren't for the latter's appearance and tyrannical strength, just looking at habits
If you walk with him, you might really think he is your lost uncle.
However, it is really a bit strange how the two people in front of them started to grudge each other.
After being scolded by Wu Wenhu, the obese man still had an awkward smile on his face and said: "I am the Demon Royal Palace, Ghost Fatty. If you can afford it, just call me Ghost Uncle. As for me, I am not as big as Master Hu."
The gimmick is just an elder from the Demon Control Palace."
"Can you hurry up? It's a lot of nonsense!" Listening to Luo Liba's long-winded introduction, especially when he mentioned his own name, Wu Wenhu cursed a little unhappily, which made him say a few words.
The fat man who said this sentence made dry coughing sounds one after another.
"Ahem... Master Tiger, don't worry, I will introduce you anyway."
After laughing awkwardly and politely, Fatty Ghost looked at the people in front again and said with a smile: "I am here on behalf of the Demon Control Palace to see if there are any disciples worth accepting. Originally, I didn't even bother to do this.
But seeing her unexpectedly rekindled my hope."
The fat man's fat and oily face stared carefully at Leng Qingyue in Leng Qingchan's arms. He looked like a wretched uncle. For a moment, everyone's expressions changed slightly, especially Ji Xiangling, who took a step forward and directly
Covering Leng Qingyue's face completely.
"This...don't...don't..."
Looking at the wretched appearance of the ghostly fat man, the expressions of everyone in Yan Ling'er's group changed. Among them, Ji Xiangling couldn't help but cursed: "Don't be so big! Don't be so..."
"Don't...don't get me wrong."
After the curse fell, the ghost fat man's hesitant voice finally spoke completely, making people who originally thought that the ghost fat man had such evil thoughts couldn't help but laugh.
The ghost fat man was also a little helpless about this. The strong drink he had just given him had a big tongue. Coupled with the fact that he had the appearance of a wretched uncle, the path he originally wanted to take directly and logically went to the other side.
, he was also very embarrassed about this, but given his appearance, he had no choice but to sort out his thoughts and continue.
"The soul in her body is really too important to my Demon Control Palace."
After hearing this, Ji Xiangling's face finally turned gloomy. He knew the methods of the Demon Control Palace.
In the palace, there are all kinds of people, including all kinds of strange flamers and powerful people, who use the extremely powerful demon souls and even flesh and blood to enhance their own strength. This is also the reason. From the beginning to the end, Ji Xiangling was particularly concerned about the fat man in front of him.
"What do you want to do?"
"Don't... don't get me wrong, I just want to ask her to return to the Demon Control Palace to be the young palace mistress."
"By you?"
Young Palace Master, I'm just kidding. He is the future ruler of the Demon Control Palace. It seems a little ridiculous that the wretched uncle in front of him can still have such abilities. As an elder, he can decide these things.
"Niece Ji is joking. Of course I can't do it, but with the ice and snow phoenix in her body, she definitely has this qualification. You think, with the old palace master personally removing the cold poison from her body, she will be much better than she is now."
Although the voice of the fat and wretched uncle was unpleasant to hear, Ji Xiangling understood the meaning behind the words. The Demon Yu Palace was much stronger than the Lingsu Palace. To a certain extent, it had already stood in the middle of the Nine Continents Thirteen Forces.
, much stronger than Xuanwen Sect.
At this point, Ji Xiangling stared carefully at the wretched uncle in front of him. The corners of his mouth were shining with white light under the stars in the fantasy world.
"I...I won't go!"
Just when Ji Xiangling was hesitating, a weak female voice sounded from behind him. Ji Xiangling quickly turned around and looked at the slightly pale girl behind him, with all the pity in his heart appearing on his face.
"Qingyue, you..."
"Sister Xiangling, I think I have found the person who can solve the cold poison, and I believe that he can definitely help me solve it." The girl's pale face turned rosy, and she looked at the young man in front of her.
, eyes full of expectations.
The sudden gaze made Yan Ling'er's heart freeze slightly. At the same time, in addition to feeling Leng Qingyue's gaze, he also felt the cold gaze on his shoulders that seemed to have a slight chill.
"Leng... Miss Leng, as the top power in Jiuzhou, Yuyao Palace, they will definitely be able to resolve the cold poison for you."
Yan Ling'er touched his nose awkwardly and said hesitantly. After speaking, the fat Uncle Ghost cast a grateful look at him.
"Yan Ling'er, are you escaping to heaven and throwing your hands away in disguise? Could it be that you forgot what you said on the side of the Fire Purgatory..."
"Ahem...Ghost...Uncle Ghost, the cold poison given by the Ice and Snow Phoenix has already invaded Miss Leng's consciousness. Is there anyone in your palace who is proficient in flame pattern?" After coughing several times, Yan Ling'er heard Leng Qingyue's voice.
Threat, he unexpectedly changed the subject, his words were full of sincerity.
"That's not true. Why, do you need strong mental power to solve the cold poison?"
"Ahem... Others may not need it, but Miss Leng's does need it. From this point of view, Miss Leng's cold poison really needs me to cure it."
"You? A young boy, what can you know? Do you know more about the souls of demons than our Lord, the Palace Master? You also have spiritual power, you don't know how to pretend to understand, right?" I heard that Yan Ling'er wanted to detoxify the cold poison.
The fat man immediately became anxious, and there was a hint of conflict in his words.
However, just when his words were full of implications, Wu Wenhu in front of Yan Ling'er suddenly turned cold and said, "Ghost Fatty, are you saying that I, a disciple of the Xuan Wen Sect, am not good enough?"
"Ahem... Master Tiger, you know that's not what I meant. When did he become a disciple of the Xuanwen Sect?"
The ghost fat man, who was being attacked from the front and back, looked at the Wu Wenhu in front of him, and then looked at the little ghost in front of him who always had a smile on his face, and he couldn't help but feel pain in his heart.
"Elder Ghost, in that case, it seems that Qingyue's cold poison really doesn't require your palace to bother you!"
At this point, Ji Xiangling also knew what Leng Qingyue meant. After hearing what Yan Ling'er said, although she didn't believe everything, she didn't completely disbelieve it. As for the Yu Demon Palace, she didn't completely disbelieve it, but she just felt that putting Leng Qingyue in
Beside me, I always have a clue in my heart.
Everyone in the group refused, which made the ghostly fat man immediately feel bitter when things were going smoothly. He didn't say anything about the young palace master casually, but under the current situation, he couldn't force it. After all, Wu Wen
Tiger's strength is much better than his.
"That being the case, little girl, if you ever want to come to the Demon Control Palace or become the Young Palace Master, you may as well crush the spiritual object and I will find it."
The obese man threw the glowing spiritual object in his hand into Leng Qingyue's hand. Looking back, he directly stepped on the two "weak" monsters and walked away. The obese figure stood above the flame beast.
Shaking, still holding the animal leg and wine in his hand.
Seeing the ghostly fat man leaving suddenly, everyone was speechless for a while.
Chi...roar...
As more and more Flamers left, the flying Flame Beasts staying in Luoshen Mountain were also leaving at this moment. The flying Flame Beasts roared one after another, and many Flying Flame Beasts soared into the sky again, dazzling.
In front of the golden bird, Mengying River Fish and Peng of the Void are standing out.
This is also the mount of Ji Xiangling, Ji Lin and others. Seeing this, Ji Xiangling, Leng Qingyue, Ji Lin and others also jumped directly from the dazzling golden bird to their own flying flame beast.
The departure of the ghost fat man means that the current Royal Beast Palace has given up, but now, Leng Qingyue's identity has been exposed, and Ji Xiangling needs to send her to a safe place as soon as possible.
After all, according to what Gui Fatty and Wu Wenhu said, there are probably people from the Thirteen Forces of Nine Provinces who have gone to this place to look for wonderful and beautiful people to be included in their sect. If they meet people from the Demon Control Palace again, will they still be there?
Why is he so easy to talk to as a fat man?
The result must be negative.
However, Ji Xiangling, Ji Lin and others, who were standing on the Mengying River Fish and the Peng of the Void, looked at Yan Ling'er opposite, with smiles on their faces. They were lucky enough to escape and ascend to heaven during the battle in the Gu Erosion Demon Palace, so they could be regarded as sharing the same adversity.
existence.
Ji Xiangling and others are doing well and have gained a lot. Although they are in a lot of difficulties now, they can still meet their expectations.
Ji Lin's face was as dark as water. He looked at Yan Ling'er and forced out a smile, saying: "Yan Ling'er, you are very strong. However, this defeat is not because of my lack of strength, but because I am eager for success. See you on the Yuanlu battlefield.
At that time, I must be stronger than you."
Looking at Ji Lin, whose eagle eyes were full of fighting spirit in front of him, Yan Ling'er smiled slightly: "Then, after the last battle, I will still be the winner."
Yan Ling'er also showed no humility and raised her chin towards Ji Lin.
Yan Ling'er immediately grasped the teachings of Wu Wenhu and Ghost Fatty.
"Yan Ling'er, please remember to detoxify me from the cold poison on the Yuanlu battlefield!" Behind Ji Xiangling, the girl stuck out her head, made a face at Yan Ling'er, and said with a smile.
"Definitely! Definitely!"
In the blink of an eye, Mengying River Fish and Peng of the Void disappeared into the sky, leaving only Yan Ling'er and his entourage and Wu Wenhu still in place.