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

It seems very complicated.

"How many people are there in Master's lineage and Ancestor's lineage, and what was their last overall ranking?"

Chen Hongdao: "If we leave aside the sect leader's lineage, then our overall strength will be number one every time. Including Master, the total number of people does not exceed two thousand, and the average cultivation level is above the Yuanling realm."

"If we include the sect leader's lineage, then our overall strength will fluctuate between third and fifth every time. There are tens of thousands of people in the sect leader's lineage, and their cultivation levels range from Yuanhai realm to Nirvana realm, and the average cultivation level is between Yuanling realm. But the sect leader’s lineage completes more daily tasks, which will give you a lot of extra points.”

Pang Bo said: "Our sect's comprehensive strength evaluation system has been relatively complete. Therefore, such activities and celebrations generally tend to be entertainment-oriented, and are also in response to the boring work-rest combination of daily cultivation."

Zhao Jing thought for a while, "Then don't worry about the ranking, just don't worry about Qi Zhao. If he shows up, there will be a lot of trouble in the future. If you need me to perform, I can play the piano. I have learned it before."

"That's good." Pang Bo and Chen Hongdao both breathed a sigh of relief, "Then it's settled."

Qi Zhao was completely treated as an outsider, but he was not annoyed at all. Instead, he felt warm and cared about.

At the same time, Wang Ning (incarnated as Wang Ping'an, Sanxiu, Yuanhai Realm) stood in front of the south gate of the Holy City, looking at the bustling crowd and the huge three words "Suzaku Gate" on the city gate, filled with emotions .

"Wang Pingan, are you still leaving?" A beautiful female disciple greeted him.

Another male disciple who had long disliked Wang Ning pulled the female disciple away and said, "Forget it, don't worry about him. He has high vision and low hand. He thinks about unrealistic things all day long! He doesn't even look at how much he weighs. A few taels!"

The third male disciple smiled jokingly and pointedly said: "But he is outstanding in appearance. He may be able to rise to a high position based on his appearance. He may be recommended by someone."

"Recommendations are useless. What my ancestor hates most are these people who are not doing their jobs properly, think about taking shortcuts all day long, and have sinister intentions. You just wait and see."

"What's more, who can think highly of him?"

"Hey, Senior Brother Zhang, are you back?" A young female disciple waved to them, "What are you talking about? You seem very angry?"

"Nothing. How is the second senior sister from the direct branch doing lately?"

The young female disciple was a little surprised, "Don't you like her? Why do you suddenly ask about her?"

"I'll just ask."

Several people nearby also came over, "Someone wants to seduce her into taking the ancestor's lead and becoming his disciple. Now, that's the one."

The young female disciple had goosebumps all over her body. Liu Yanqin, the second senior sister of the current generation, has nothing to do with women, yet someone actually wants to seduce her. Is it because the man is blind or...

At this time, when he saw Wang Ning, his eyes suddenly lit up and he felt a chill. "Why is this handsome and handsome man so obsessed with seducing that fake woman..." He stroked the goosebumps on his arms and said, "Hurry back. Right. Master was just asking you about the status of this mission."

The young female disciple looked back at Wang Ning before leaving, and murmured with regret and confusion: "What's going on with these low-level disciples now? They all want to reach the sky in one step..."

Wang Ning turned a deaf ear to these remarks. He didn't have much time. There were still ten days before he...

He must find every way to find Zhao Jing's location and go to her, otherwise... the entire Holy City will be destroyed.

Wang Ning took out the "List of the Twelve Disciples of the Contemporary Ancestor of the Holy Sect", flipped through it, and walked resolutely towards the southwest city.

There is a medical clinic in Nanyunshui Street, Lingzhi Hall, which was funded and actually operated by Chen Juanjuan, a disciple of former Lieyang. If he is lucky, he will be able to see Chen Juanjuan today.

He had made inquiries and found out that Chen Juanjuan had been in the Holy Capital recently and had not gone out.

Lingzhi Hall looks quite grand, the facade alone is fifteen meters wide, and the lobby looks to be at least 150 square meters. There were people coming and going, and it didn't seem crowded at all.

Wang Ning looked around and went to the counter, "Um, shopkeeper, is the boss here today? I have clues to the antidote..."

The waiter looked at Wang Ping'an disdainfully, "What kind of wind is blowing today? Someone wants to say that he has a clue to detoxification? Can you tell me what clue it is?"

The shopkeeper looked over with doubt. It has been many years since Chen Juanjuan was poisoned. In the past, many people still cared about her, or tried their best to trick her into eating and drinking. In recent years, almost no one has come.

Today is special. This man is already the third one, and he is also the most handsome.

Wang Ning said firmly: "I can only tell my boss."

The waiter's face darkened, "My boss is not here, you can talk or not. Anyway, a low-level monk like you can't have a way to detoxify. I just want to get some spiritual stones as a reward. If you don't want to say anything, just Leave quickly..."

Wang Ning: "..."

Many people in the lobby heard this conversation. Some people sighed, "Young people, you should still keep your feet on the ground and don't aim too high all day long and want to take shortcuts!"

"However, he is good-looking, so he might be attracted by a female cultivator..."

"Shh, to take such a shortcut, he should go to Tianyuan Sect instead of coming to us. I think he went to the wrong place."

Wang Ning looked at the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, the outside world is saying that our time is running out. No matter whether the information I tell you is useful or not, you have to try it before you know. If you don't try it, aren't you just watching our boss... "

The waiter's face changed greatly, "What nonsense are you talking about! Can anyone curse our boss like this? Get out of here!"

The shopkeeper stood up, stopped the waiter, looked at Wang Ning and said, "Follow me."

Everyone else in the lobby craned their necks to watch Wang Ning follow the shopkeeper to the backyard. Someone said: "If there is no explanation for this, or the clues provided are useless, the Holy Sect will no longer have a foothold for him in the future."

The others nodded repeatedly, "Young man, you still lack experience. You are irrational!"

Wang Ning followed the shopkeeper to a room in the backyard.

The shopkeeper took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, "Write down your method. If it is useful, we will contact you and reward you. If it is useless or harmful, just think carefully about it."

Wang Ning didn't answer at all, "I can only tell your boss in person. This involves my life and property, so I dare not be rude."

The shopkeeper looked at him and said, "You are very brave. Wait."

Chen Juanjuan has become a ball of fat and it is extremely difficult to walk. He mostly relies on the teleportation array or the help of his brothers to get around.

When I received the messenger talisman, I was listening to the piano at the residence of my seventh junior brother Yin Shang.

Yin Shang also heard the content of the messenger.

Yin Shang said: "Fifth Senior Sister, let me go and take a look."

Nowadays, a dead horse is a living doctor. It is better to have clues than to have nothing and just wait for death.