The boss who came from the end of the world, she is sick and needs to be cured

"escape?"

Yuan Lieyang was surprised, "Is this how you see him?"

"What if that's not the case? You must have invited those two families again. There are so many people that you can use them to bully the few. If he doesn't run away, isn't he waiting to be killed by you all?"

Yuan Lieyang shook his head, "You have forgotten that during the previous meeting, he brushed off Qi Zhao and didn't care at all. His target was you."

"Me?" Zhao Jing looked away from Yuan Lieyang, stroking her face mischievously, "It's impossible for you to fall in love with my beauty, right? There are so many beauties in the demon world, and I'm not very special."

Yuan Lieyang glanced at Qi Zhao. Some words were not suitable for Qi Zhao to hear. He pointed at Zhao Jing and said, "Follow me."

Half an hour later, Zhao Jing yawned and came out of Yuan Lieyang's room. Seeing that Qi Zhao was still there, she asked, "Why don't you go and rest?"

Qi Zhao pursed his lips and couldn't say the words "I'm worried about you" as if his mouth was burning. He could only lean in and whisper: "What does he want from you? Is the Demon Lord really here for you? "

Zhao Jing laughed and waved her hands, "What are you thinking? How is it possible? I don't even know the Demon Lord."

This can't be the reason. Qi Zhao understood very well. But Zhao Jing didn't say anything, and he didn't want to force him to ask. "Then what does he want from you?"

"That's not to give each of the other brothers and elders a drop of Thunder Tribulation Liquid. He's jealous."

Qi Zhao: "..." The ancestor of a large sect still lacks some Thunder Tribulation Liquid? It's just something for nothing, and everyone should have it.

"Then you still have it? Did you give it to him?"

"Give it. Gave me a whole bottle. He just let me out. I really didn't realize that Master was searching for disciples' supplies..." Zhao Jing rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned, "Let's go back. Well, this time I won’t sleep until it’s dark and I won’t wake up.”

Now, she had already brought back the crucial location of the seam in the ground that might be the lower realm, and the relevant information, that is, the rubbing, and was just waiting to confirm it.

Qi Zhao followed suspiciously. If it was just a drop of Thunder Tribulation Liquid, Yuan Lieyang would definitely not care about it. After all, the entire sect's resources were in his hands. If it was a whole bottle, it would be hard to say.

If it's a whole bottle, Qingcheng shouldn't be able to give it out so easily. There may be a tug of war, which delays time.

But, judging from her attitude, she shouldn't be such a stingy person.

This delay is still a bit suspicious.

They must have also talked about what happened between the Demon Lord and her.

It's a pity that I didn't tell him. Why.

Zhao Jing was woken up by the huge wind.

Before going to bed, she had checked the weather. It was summer in the inland basin, and there might be thunderstorms and heavy rains, but typhoons were impossible in the forest.

The wind was so strong that it sounded like ghosts crying and wolves howling. The direction of the howling was from far to near, until it reached its peak in front of her, and then suddenly stopped.

Not right.

She got up in confusion, went out and saw that it was like this.

The door and windows of Qi Zhao's room have been opened wide. Qi Zhao is sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room. Various auras come from all directions, all flowing into his body and becoming part of his cultivation.

His cultivation was visible to the naked eye, plumping up like a spoonful.

Zhao Jing couldn't help but feel envious. Chaos was just a big pot of stew. Chaos was first divided into yin and yang. Yin and yang were then subdivided into four images. The four images were further subdivided into Bagua, and Bagua was further subdivided into all things with various attributes.

If you are not picky about food, no matter what kind of energy you have, it can become part of your cultivation.

How good.

Unfortunately, no matter which world it is, it moves from chaos to clarity and refinement. This is a manifestation of social progress and an inevitable trend in the development of all things.

Qi Zhao is a special case, not everyone can learn it.

Pang Bo suddenly flashed over the lake, looked at the movement, and then flashed next to Zhao Jing, "What's wrong with him?"

"It's just ordinary practice."

Pang Bo's eyes widened, and in his heart ten thousand grass and mud horses were galloping past, "You said this is ordinary practice? Just ordinary practice causes the spiritual energy of the world to riot?"

"You're treating me like a fool" and "Do you think I'm a fool?" were written all over his face. He clearly didn't believe what she said.

Zhao Jing pursed her lips, suppressed her smile, and pointed to her head seriously, "Talent and hard work are important, but luck is also an integral part. God sealed a door for him, making him lose his memory and not remember the past. But it also opened a window for him to practice more smoothly. Senior brother, please help protect the law."

Pang Bo nodded in confusion and despair. Luck... luck seemed to have never favored him...

When he became a disciple of Yuan Lieyang, he tried his best to establish connections.

He still remembers Yuan Lieyang's disgusted look when he saw him for the first time, except for the word "no" written clearly on his face.

It was Master Yuan Qingchun who saw that he was honest and honest, and advised: "Yang'er, it is our unshirkable responsibility to prosper the sect. I think this child's talent and spiritual roots are pretty good. Although he is not very smart, being honest has the advantage of being honest. If you don’t have so many tricksters, you won’t cause trouble everywhere, and it will be easy for you to manage..."

I don't know which sentence touched Yuan Lieyang, and then Yuan Lieyang nodded reluctantly. But they didn't call him for ten days and a half, and they didn't teach him any skills. It was even impossible to give him some training...

He has grown so big that he may have exhausted all his luck by becoming a disciple of Yuan Lieyang.

Therefore, later on, although my cultivation and life were generally smooth, the process was always bumpy. Everyone has to make a presence felt in front of him and add some trouble to him. He could only endure it because he couldn't cause trouble to Yuan Lieyang. It's still a bit frustrating.

But even so, he never envied anyone. There is envy, but jealousy is a matter of mind. He will resolutely overcome any obstacles to the Tao.

"Oh. Okay. Junior sister, then you..."

Zhao Jing yawned, "I'll go get some sleep."

Pang Bo: "..." There is such a big movement, can you sleep?

The movement of Qi Zhao's cultivation is getting bigger and bigger, and the scope of influence is getting wider and wider.

Zhao Jing couldn't practice at all, nor could she sleep. Mentally, he looked through the crack in the door and saw that Pang Bo, who was five big, three thick and as careful as a hair, had reached the high altitude to protect the law. He arranged a talisman in the room to prevent peeping, and then returned to the secret realm. He took out the materials for refining the body prepared for Tianshu and upgraded them one by one.

A few days later, when she had finished processing all the materials collected in the lower realm, the situation outside the secret realm had become calm.

But Qi Zhao was still practicing meditation and had not woken up.

Pang Bo and several other senior brothers were facing off against another group of people under a big tree not far away.

The group of people looked unkind, almost livid, but they were helpless. They were so angry that they gnashed their teeth and wished they could kill Pang Bo and others.