The young master of the Tianfang Martial Arts School could no longer show his awesomeness. His whole face was twisted together in pain. He grabbed Murong Bai's hand with his backhand and said, "Sir, help me."
Murong Bai shook his head, "This is the first time I have seen this strange drug in my life, and I really don't know how to understand it."
When the men in the Tianfang Martial Arts School, who were holding their arms and moaning, heard it, their noses were twisted with anger, and they cursed, "What kind of alchemist are you? You're itching us to death, and you can't even solve it?"
Zeng Shou hurriedly stepped forward, raised his hands to a group of people watching around him, and said, "I wonder which master knows the solution? Look at... the people in Tianfang Martial Arts Hall are in so much pain, and the Yun Ginseng Conference can't continue.
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"Why should Deputy Master Zeng take care of them? Just ask someone to throw them down the mountain. It is more important to collect cloud ginseng for His Highness the Third Highness." Xuanhuang hid in the crowd, pinched his little nose and muttered something sinister.
Xiao Yunxin, who was standing next to her, saw this, lowered his head and laughed, "Did the people from Tianfang Martial Arts School offend you?"
The corner of Wuji's mouth twitched slightly, and he coughed lightly and said, "Second Young Master is wise, he can hit the mark with just one guess."
Xuanhuang turned his head and glared at Wuji, "You are the only one who knows how to flatter me, huh. Your second son is wise in every word he says, and his breath is fragrant."
Wuji touched his nose and warned himself again in his heart not to offend his little ancestor.
Xiao Yunxin stretched out her hand and squeezed her little paw, "Okay, the master of Tianfang Martial Arts School has a close relationship with deputy master Zeng. For the sake of the deputy master, please don't embarrass them anymore."
Xuanhuang rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "You owe me a favor."
Xiao Yunxin smiled.
Xuanhuang, carrying a pair of small paws on his back and taking small, square steps, swaggered up to everyone in the Tianfang Martial Arts Hall.
"You, you, you, you, the antidote is here." Xuanhuang turned over his little hand, revealing a few crystal white pills.
Several people endured itching to look at her, and two of them immediately recognized her as the child who was kicked away by them because she failed to stay overnight.
"How do you have the antidote?" This is the question on everyone's mind.
Xuanhuang snorted coldly, and replied without blushing or out of breath, "Believe it or not. I tell you, starting from my great-great-great-grandfather, three generations of my family have been doctors. If such a small problem can't be cured, then...
I really have to read the two characters "Xuanhuang" backwards for you."
Not to mention, the one with small arms and legs, holding his head high and chest out, and scolding people with a straight face, really looks powerful.
Everyone had just seen her methods, and when they heard this, they were suddenly surprised. This must be a nobleman from a hidden family who went out to practice. How could he not bring various antidotes with him to defend himself?
The members of the major martial arts teams, including Elder Ge from Kunlun, are all trying their best to think about whether there is any hidden sect in the world with the surname Xuan. Could it be the fourth generation of rich people like Xuan Zong of the Xuantian Sect?
The young master of the Tianfang Martial Arts School led a group of minions over and crawled over, begging for mercy with saliva on his face, "Little brother, let's take some antidote."
Xuanhuang suddenly withdrew his little hand and raised a wicked smile on his lips, "There is a fee. Do you think I am a philanthropist and I am giving this for free?"