Each disciple is not simple

This time, all ten cards must be successful!

"Six star coin cards, three coupons for 3 off for every 10 spent, and an invitation card!" Mu Feng looked at Dan Qing with joy, "Brother Dan Qing! You only need to invite a new buyer who has never bought our elixirs, and you can get the elixir for free! This is a great opportunity!"

"Okay! Wait for me!"

Dan Qing was seen flying away with a bunch of pills, probably to invite new buyers.

"That's right! Who invited Senior Brother Danqing just now? Give me your invitation card and I'll exchange it for a free meal for you!"

As soon as Mu Feng finished speaking, one of the fellow disciples from Wen Yaofeng who had brought Dan Qing here just now came out with an invitation card in his hand.

"It's me! It's me! Here's the invitation card!"

Mu Feng took the invitation card, handed the Foundation Establishment Pill to the junior brother, and said loudly: "My fellow disciples, you have seen it! Our Zhijian Peak's activities are real and effective! Come and draw a free card!"

In an instant, the disciples who had been hesitant and watching just now swarmed forward.

On a branch not far away, Mingjia yawned drowsily.

"Your new disciple is quite interesting." Xuan Ji, who had been watching Mu Feng selling pills beside her, stroked his beard and said.

Mingjia raised her eyelids, "He has a good heart and a clear mind."

"You guys at Chijian Peak have made a lot of money these days, right?" It would be a lie to say that he wasn't jealous.

The medicinal materials used in pills such as the Bigu Pill are very cheap, so it is not an exaggeration to say that one furnace can earn two furnaces of spirit stones. A skilled alchemist can refine two or three storage bags of ordinary pills in one hour.

Although the Foundation Establishment Pill and the Demon-Breaking Pill are expensive, they also require high technical skills. By throwing out the expensive raw materials, an alchemist with a high success rate can earn half the money for one furnace of medicinal materials.

Although Mu Feng's activity seems to be under the banner of giving away free pills, in fact, the spirit stones earned from ten bottles of ordinary pills are more than enough to buy a few foundation-building pills.

"Then you haven't seen that my eldest disciple has been so tired that he hasn't slept for three days." What Mingjia didn't say was that she didn't even take into account the cost of digging out the medicinal materials for the Foundation Establishment Pill and the Demon Breaking Pill.

Xuanji saw Mingjia's sleepy appearance and knew what she had done, so she could only laugh and scold: "Don't be so ungrateful! This is a business where the cost can be ignored, so you are making pure profit!"

"You are lucky, girl. Both of your disciples are good talents." Xuanji sighed, "But you should also pay attention to their cultivation and be a role model for them instead of just thinking about earning spirit stones. Jun Moyao is okay, but Mu Feng is too weak. He is not even as good as an outer disciple."

"That's not necessarily true." Mingjia couldn't stand hearing people say bad things about her apprentice, "Mufeng is a precious pearl covered in dust, and he still can't find the destiny."

"Yes, yes, yes! You are the one with a sharp tongue." Xuanji always showed a lot of tolerance towards Mingjia, "However, you should stop selling the elixirs. You know that you should ask Yaofeng..."

In the final analysis, Mingjia had taken away Wen Yaofeng's business. Because they were so excited now, no one noticed anything was wrong. Over time, Wen Yaofeng's sales of pills would decline, and Yao Wujiu would certainly seek justice from him.

"It's only been a few days. I know." Mingjia obviously didn't want to have too much interaction with Yao Wujiu, so she changed the subject directly, "How is Tan Sheng?"

Speaking of her disciple, Xuan Ji's face became a little more gloomy, "Although his heart meridian was protected, he was seriously injured." The broken heart-protecting mirror was enough to show that he was seriously injured, and then he desperately interrupted the evil god's sacrifice, the result can be imagined.

"The Tan family saw that Tan Sheng's life lamp was weak, so they took Tan Sheng back to recuperate before you came back."

Tan Sheng came from the Tan family, a family of cultivators, and the Tan family was good at recuperating. The Tan family secret realm even had the effect of reviving the dead. It was no surprise that he was taken back by the Tan family.

"Mingjia, the evil cultivator's summoning of the evil god always makes me feel that the world of cultivation is not peaceful." When one reaches a certain level of cultivation, all premonitions are not groundless, but more like warnings from heaven. "The world of cultivation has not fully recovered from the century-long catastrophe. If it goes through it again, I'm afraid the world of cultivation will be destroyed..."

The unprecedented sense of crisis made Xuanji feel very uneasy.

As the leader of the Supreme Sect, he could only tell these peak masters about this uneasiness in private. After all, they themselves also needed to stabilize their position.

Mingjia opened his eyes and looked into the distance. No one could read the emotions in his eyes. "I also suspect that there is a force we don't know about that is disrupting the world of cultivation."

The mysterious male cultivator in Qinglan Secret Realm, the formation used by Jiuli City to summon the evil god, and the long-lost human puppet...

"...Besides, the cultivation world is not a monolithic entity..."

Wherever there are people, there will be intrigue. The world of cultivation is so large, with so many forces intertwined, and the struggle for interests will not allow people to have mercy.

During the hundred years of catastrophe, weren't there also collusion between cultivators and demons?

Suddenly, a warm hand patted Mingjia's head gently, as gentle as the way Mingjia patted Jun Moyao.

"Don't worry. We old guys are here and we won't make things difficult for you little guys." Xuan Ji's eyes were kind, and there was a carefree attitude in them that didn't care about life and death.

"You've knocked my hairpin crooked!" Mingjia held the hairpin with one hand and turned her face towards the direction of the sword-wielding Feng.

a long time--

"Live well, uncle-master. You are my only elder..."

Xuanji turned her head to look over, but only saw slightly shaking branches.

After a sigh, there was no more human figure on the tree branch, only the chirping of birds.

In the abyss of the demon world, the powerful Demon Lord slowly opened his blood-red eyes.

The demonic energy of the entire demon world was surging with joy because of the awakening of their king.

The Demon Lord waved his arm, and all the monsters around him turned into dust!

The long-lost power made his whole body feel unobstructed, and his arrogant and crazy laughter resounded from the abyss throughout the entire demon world!

“…The world of cultivation…” The Demon Lord laughed grimly, filled with overwhelming hatred and evil.

If he had not been careful and hid a wisp of his soul under the abyss, he would have been completely killed by that abominable self-explosion.

Even so, it took him a hundred years of self-repair to regain consciousness.

"Does it feel good to be full of power?" A voice that was difficult to tell whether it was male or female echoed around the Demon Lord, making it impossible for him to tell where the voice came from.

The Demon Lord's expression turned violent, and his violent aura strangled the air around him, "Who are you! Get out here!"

"Hahahaha... what a biting dog..." The voice was neither happy nor angry, but it made people shudder. "Shouldn't you thank me first for restoring your strength?"