One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

Huai Shan listened to Master Xiangling's words, but felt distressed and hugged his little apprentice.

It has been three hours since I came back.

I've been listening to these old bastards chanting here.

Let alone his little apprentice.

He almost fell asleep.

Just as Huai Shan hugged Meng Guiyi, spiritual power flashed on the apparition cloth that had scattered his figure.

A figure appeared above it.

These elders are usually stationed elsewhere.

Something will appear on this apparition cloth.

In this way, two people can communicate face to face.

"What's the matter?" Xiang Ling's expression turned serious when he saw the person coming.

The elder didn't speak when he saw Huai Shan and Meng Guiwen hugged by Huai Shan.

Xiang Ling glanced at Huai Shan and Meng Guiwen, and said, "No problem, let's talk."

"Master, a few days ago, some casual cultivators came to report that the trees in the forest in the northwest were dead, and the reason is still unknown. Do you want to send disciples to investigate?" the elder asked.

"Is it serious? Forget it, I will send someone to check it out. The big competition will start in a few months. Let's check the reason first. When the big competition is over, I will send my disciples to check it out." Xiang Ling said.

This is not the first time that forest trees have died.

In recent years, the weather on the True Wind Continent has been weird and changeable.

Where there is a lot of water, there will be drought, and where there is a lack of water, there will be floods.

"It's not very serious, but this is on the boundary of Taiqing Sect, so the disciple came to report to the head of the sect." The elder replied after hearing Xiang Ling's words.

It is now July.

Dabi is next February, and there are still seven months left.

They should be able to handle it.

Anyway, it's not the first time.

"Well, let's deal with it first, and report any changes." Xiang Ling waved his hand.

As a gust of wind blew by, the figure on the Ouija cloth disappeared.

Huai Shan looked at Xiang Ling.

"Are you sure you want to wait until after the competition is over?"

After all, there have been more and more natural disasters in the past hundred years.

It's not a good sign that the tree died for no reason.

"Ordinary people in those places can't enter, and there will be nothing wrong with the people for the time being, and casual cultivators come to report, and it's just for some spirit stones.

If the situation is really serious, I won't sit idly by, you should teach your disciples well, and wait until next year's competition to win glory for the Taiqing Sect. "

Xiang Ling said.

Seeing that there was no sign of lying on Xiangling's face, Huai Shan hugged Meng Guiwen and left.

When Huai Shan left, the relief on Xiang Ling's face disappeared instantly.

He turned around, and the gate of Qianqiu Hall was instantly closed.

Now the aura on the True Wind Continent is not as pure as before.

It can be known from the cultivation progress of the monks of each immortal sect.

In the past, the cultivation speed of each fairy sect was about the same.

Everyone will have no idea.

But now they have a 13-year-old monk from the Taiqing sect who has obtained a golden core.

Even in the ancient times, it can be regarded as the talent of a genius.

It will definitely arouse the suspicion of other immortal sects.

Not to mention that some time ago, there was the incident of Hai An Guo.

Compared with those trees withered.

For Xiang Ling, this matter is more urgent.

It is the ancestors who have to report to Taiqingmen.

-

When Meng Guiwen woke up, he saw a red figure in front of him.

The man sensed that Meng Guiwen had woken up, so he turned to look at her.

"Yo, you're awake, I haven't seen you for a few months, but your cultivation is growing fast." Hongwan looked at Meng Guiwen and said with a light smile.

Meng Guiyi turned over and slightly opened one eye.

It's just that she just woke up, and her eyes still have double shadows.

After a while, Meng Guiwen finally saw Hongwan in front of him clearly.

Her hair was tied in a crown, and although she was still dressed in red, it was the standard uniform of the Taiqing Sect elders.

Meng Guiwen immediately opened his eyes and looked at Hong Wan.

Seeing Meng Guiwen looking at her attire, Hong Wan said proudly, "You didn't make a contract with me at the beginning, but now I'm an elder of your Taiqing sect. When you see me in the future, you will call me Elder Hong Wan." gone."

Her idea is simple.

In short, she wanted Meng Guiwen to bow her head.

After thinking about it, only the peak master and elders of Taiqingmen can make Meng Guiwen bow his head and become a little boy.

The peak master is already full, so she should be an elder.

When Meng Guiwen heard Hongwan's words, he raised his little head and leaned back.

"Which courtyard elder are you now?" Meng Guiwen asked aloud.

She never thought that a bird would work so hard.

As a spirit beast, he was not contracted, and became an elder of the Taiqing Sect.

Thinking about it this way, the red-feathered phantom bird in Furong Valley was too miserable.

"Master Dan." Hong Wan replied.

Meng Guiwen was not at all surprised when he heard this answer.

After all, the red-feathered phantom bird is best at finding spiritual herbs, and it is also completely self-taught in refining medicine.

It is also normal to be an elder in Danyuan.

After all, the disciples and elders of Dan Yuan are all the richest in Taiqing Sect.

It's just that as an elder of the Taiqing Sect, he has his own hilltop.

What is she doing in her small courtyard?

-

Hongwan stared at the expressionless Meng Guiwen for a while, and then replied: "Of course I heard you came back, so I came to see you, don't be ignorant."

And there were a lot of pastries piled up in front of her.

Meng Guiwen took a glance and knew that she must have asked Xu Jiangjiang to make pastries for her.

Thinking of the storage ring that Hua Yuanyue handed her when she was going back to Taiqingmen.

According to Hua Yuanyue, there are small cakes, biscuits, ice cream and all kinds of food in it.

Meng Guiwen didn't know when she made so much food.

But so far she has not opened the storage ring.

After all, she hasn't finished eating the little cakes that Hua Yuanyue gave her before.

"Actually, I think Jiang Jiang's kid is more suitable for alchemy, so I came here to ask for someone from your master." Hongwan said.

Being able to make pastries and make them so delicious shows that the other party's control over fire is very good.

It is indeed a pity to let her be a sword repairer.

Hearing these words, Meng Guiwen nodded in agreement.

Xu Jiangjiang used to be considered a hard-working child.

Worked for the sect, but was killed by evil cultivators.

Although she was made into a puppet by Xueyin, she still died after all.

Now if I can become a pharmacist.

Not to mention the Taiqing Sect, even in the entire Zhenfeng Continent, the status will become extraordinary.

Those evil cultivators who are most afraid to provoke are also pharmacists and alchemists.

There is still a difference between a pharmacist and an alchemist.

Pharmacists are generally sub-professions, while alchemists mainly focus on alchemy.

Although both do the same things, there are still some differences in terms of names.

Only monks in Furong Valley can be called alchemists.

Alchemy monks from other sects can only be called pharmacists.

Of course, if these pharmacists can pass the level assessment of Furong Valley and get the approval of Furong Valley, then they can also become alchemists.

It's just that few pharmacists will do this kind of thing.

A pharmacist of his own sect needs to obtain the consent of Furonggu if he wants to make alchemy.

How could this be plausible.

So the several sects have been stalemate like this, and there is no pharmacist who really tests the level.

On the contrary, when they heard that the other party was a pharmacist, they would still weigh it.

After all, people still have some force value on them.