Immortal Voices

Outside the courtyard, Ling Juncong and Lu Yuan were leaning against the wall, looking at the monks who fell down as they approached the courtyard, and looked at the vigilant monks who were holding the poison beads in their hands, He blinked blankly.

After Tsinghua flew out, he saw a weird scene. He asked with a strange look: "What did you do?"

Ling Jun quickly raised his hand to show his innocence: "I did nothing, and Lu Yuan can testify."

He had some grievances. He didn't really do anything. He just basked the herbs outside. When he found someone approaching, those people had fallen to the ground.

Lu Yuan said stiffly, "I did nothing."

He was just nesting in a tree, and then Lingjun shouted to help bask in the sun.

After he found someone approaching, he hadn't had time to take the shot. The monks had already lay down on their own, which was too weird.

At this moment, the rapid footsteps approached quickly, and Jun looked back from waiting, but saw Rong Xian run out.

Rong Xian hurriedly stuffed an elixir into Tsinghua's hand, and said a little embarrassedly, "Master, I just forgot to say that I just said 'don't be surprised'."

Frightening is a kind of drug. Those who take this medicine will fall into deep sleep, even if the day of calamity is approaching, they will not wake people up.

Although there is an antidote, there is no need for antidote, and the efficacy is only ten days.

After the monk was drowsy for ten days, the person with Chinese medicine would naturally wake up, as if he had fallen asleep, without any damage.

Doctor Rong never kills people. This is what Rong Xian has been doing very well.

Therefore, the medicine she configured is also very gentle and not harmful to human life.

But the monks who fell down were not so good-looking, they were unknowingly restrained by an ordinary doctor, which made them a little embarrassed and embarrassed.

Tsinghua raised the head of the helper and looked at the young apprentice with a good look.

He always knew that his apprentice was famous for his medicine and had a high reputation.

It is not until today's personal experience that I understand how high the apprentice's medical skills are.

He silently put the antidote into his mouth, and his serious face became even more expressionless.

Because it was too shameful that the apprentice was almost overwhelmed, he still pretended not to know.

Ling Juncong asked in surprise: "It turned out to be your medicine, so why am I and the wood all right?"

Rong Xian silently moved her gaze to the sieve and whispered, "The flower in the sieve is the antidote."

Lu Yuan silently put the flowers in his arms into his arms and stood silently to protect Rong Xian.

Lingjun drew from the corner of his mouth: "You are too casual, who would put the antidote brightly in front of others after poisoning."

Rong Xian said innocently: "People who take Chinese medicine can't get up to get antidote."

Lu Yuan glanced silently at Rongxian, always feeling that this person had forgotten to know about medicine.

Opposite, there was an old man in a gray robe holding a poison-avoiding bead. His eyes were cold and gloomy, and he pointed at Rong Xian's eyes and said, "Catch her."

The subordinates who were prepared behind them were completely unaffected by the drug. They quickly flew towards Rong Xian, each one expressionless and cold.

With a look of Tsinghua, the sword in his hand held a sword flower, and the speed of his speech was very fast towards Ling Juncong and Lu Yuan: "Leave with Xiaoxian, go away."

"Master." Rong Xian looked at the group of fierce gods, and was totally afraid to stop her here alone.

Tsinghua did not look back to meet the group of mysterious people: "Xiao Xian, leave immediately."

Rong Xian clenched his fists, and let Ling Jun pull from Lu Yuan to fly away.

Seeing that Rong Xian escaped, the vulgar old man snorted coldly, blocked Tsinghua with his hand, and said to his subordinates, "Go after Rong Xian."

Subordinates quickly withdrew, and quickly chased towards Rong Xian.

Tsinghua's complexion changed slightly, and her moves became fiercer and quicker. She wanted to get rid of the Yin Yin old man quickly to save her apprentices, but although the Yin Yin old man's cultivation weakened his front line, it took some work to solve.

As the two started the war, some casual practitioners and other sectarian strengths, and clan disciples all chased in the direction of Rong Xian. Maybe they could find out.

Here, Jun Jun pulled Rong Xian to hide quickly, they did not dare to pause.

Suddenly, Ling Jun felt a strong wind coming from behind him. He shoved Rong Xian away, rolled on the spot, and avoided the attack of the gray robe man.

"It's you." When he saw someone, Jun sounded surprised.

After Rong Xian stood firm, he saw the man with deep eyes and Yi Shuige.

The gray robe man did not speak. There were dozens of people in the same costume behind him. These people attacked directly towards Ling Juncong and Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan slammed the sword in his hand on the ground, his hands quickly printed, the ground under his feet trembled, and then he suddenly jumped out of a dragon.

Tulong yelled openly, and then attacked the man with gray majesty.

Lingjun was defenseless, but quickly attacked Monk Yi Shuige. Seeing that a gray robe man was attacking towards Rong Xian, he took out the silk from his sleeve, which was ready to be given to Bai Changyue for strings. The hand trembled, and the silk swiftly entangled the gray robe man.

With a violent force, he pulled the man away from Rong Xian and shouted at Rong Xian: "Rong Xian, run away."

Rong Xian didn't delay, turning around and preparing to run, she had no plans to live with the few people for a life or death, and she didn't even make a perfunctory statement.

Of course, she didn't tell Ling Juncong and Lu Yuan that as a low-level doctor, Rong could not escape the monk's pursuit.

Sure enough, she had just turned around and was surrounded by a group of clan children and monks.

These people are still embarrassed, and instead of directly attacking Rong Xian, they persuaded her to hand over the essence of the sword emperor.

Rong Xian ignored them, holding a yellow elixir at her fingertips.

Before she crushed the elixir, a spirit hit her on the wrist.

Rong Xian's hand hurt, and the elixir fell to the ground.

"Doctor Rong, although you are very strong at medicine, don't forget that this world depends on strength. You don't have time to medicine if you don't have enough strength." Someone mocked.

Rong Xian rubbed her painful wrist and smiled, sincerely said: "Thanks for mentioning, Rong Xian has been taught."

She put her hands in her sleeves, her eyes narrowed slightly, and an invisible sword spirit rushed away in all directions around her.

Her sword qi is the same as the appearance she disguised, harmless and without a little threat.

But the sword is the weapon, and it kills itself with a sharp edge.

So the sword was so aggressive that it expelled all enemies who wanted to approach it, but it didn't kill anyone but caused trouble.

"What's going on, isn't it that Rong Xian is just an ordinary doctor?" The grumpy monk slashed the sword stab that came back, and then cut his clothes with the sword sword on the left.

Although this sword does not hurt people, it's really shameful. All the clothes have been cut into rags.

The monk's face turned black. He felt that everyone had misunderstood the word 'ordinary'.