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Chapter 22 The Legendary Elixir
And now...

In contrast, how could he not feel ashamed and ashamed?

As a result, cold sweat dripped down his back, and he became more and more frightened.

"What is the other party doing?"

Although separated by the dense fog, Lin Xiaoyao's line of sight was not obstructed in any way.

Seeing Master Qingyu's expression and reaction clearly, Lin Xiaoyao was really surprised.

Although he has the status of a saint, he naturally can't guess what the other party is thinking at the moment, let alone think that his simple sentence is obviously just to pretend to be a coward.

But in the ear of the other party, this kind and venerable head of the sect made up so much with his own clever brain.

This time it's just an attempt, so don't delay too long.

Point to end.

Anyway, he has already mastered the method, and it will be a breeze if he wants to communicate with the other party in the future.

No matter what the other party was thinking, Lin Xiaoyao had already made a choice at this moment.

I just pretended to be coercive, as if I frightened the venerable head, then I should do the business that I have decided as soon as possible.

So he didn't delay any longer, and with his hands behind his back, he spoke in a manner suitable to his identity: "Your injury is serious?"

"Disciple, junior..."

Master Qingyu, who had already regarded this mysterious person in the aura as the ancestor of the original sect, spoke with a more respectful tone, but immediately changed his words as soon as the words came out.

Although he is certain now that the person in front of him must be a senior patriarch of our sect, since the other party has never admitted it.

Naturally, he didn't dare to make a mistake.

To avoid provoking the other party's anger or displeasure, the loss outweighs the gain.

So he still called it the old man.

At this moment, he heard the other party ask about his injury.

While ashamed, a wry smile could not help but appear in his heart.

Although he stood up in front of others, but this time he was attacked by the old devil Jia, and his injuries were indeed serious.

Not only was the internal organs injured.

The most important thing is that the devilish energy is still condensed in his seven meridians and eight veins, entangled like maggots on tarsal bones...

He has tried various methods to remove it, and he has also taken a lot of panacea, but nothing works.

And if it is delayed, as time goes by, the injury will not only fail to heal, but it will probably become more and more serious.

Therefore, although losing his life is not inevitable, but with injuries and illnesses, not only will his strength be greatly reduced, but the road to immortality may also come to an end.

Master Qingyu is aware of these situations.

But what can we do?
Helpless.

And as the head of the sect, he still can't show weakness in front of others, after all, the sect has just experienced such a crisis and has just settled down now.

If the news spread that his head master was seriously injured, one can imagine what kind of blow it would bring to Hua Yuzong?
The non-people in the door panic.

And some young people outside may even wait for the opportunity to take advantage of the weakness of the sect.

So although he was seriously injured, except for the chief of Baodan Valley, even the other senior brothers in the sect, they all kept it a secret.

Firstly, I don’t want everyone to worry about him, and secondly, I’m afraid that someone’s reputation is not tight, and if this news is leaked to the disciples and nephews, and then spread it...

He can only hold on now, and in front of everyone, pretend that his injury is no longer serious.

However, at this moment, the senior saw it at a glance, and pointed it out.

Daoist Qingyu marveled at Patriarch, after all his injuries were well hidden.

On the other hand, it is inevitable to feel some helplessness and pain.

So when the other party asked, I didn't know how to communicate for a while.

"take it!"

Lin Xiaoyao didn't intend to make it difficult for him, but waited for his answer.

With a flick of the sleeve robe, a blue light flew forward.

Master Qingyu didn't know why, but without hesitation, he took the flying thing respectfully.

The aura converged, but a small porcelain bottle came into view.

"What is this?"

He was a little suspicious, and then with a little force with his left hand, he opened the lid of the porcelain bottle.

Immediately, a strange fragrance filled his nostrils, and just taking a sip made him feel comfortable all over.

Master Qingyu's mood became agitated for some reason.

With trembling hands, he poured out a panacea from the bottle.

It is about the same size as a longan. It is green and crisp, and its surface is not only covered by a layer of spiritual light, but also some runes the size of rice grains are faintly emerging.

"This is……"

Master Qingyu couldn't believe his eyes.

He carefully identified it several times before speaking tremblingly, his voice was full of excitement and ecstasy: "This is... Xuantian Qingling Powder?"

Although he has recognized it, he still can't believe what happened at this moment.

Xuantian Qingling San, this is the legendary panacea.

Although it cannot be used for cultivation, it cannot increase mana, let alone break through the bottleneck.

But it is even rarer.

Because this pill is a legendary healing relic.

Although it may not be able to revive the dead, flesh and bones, but the old legend in the world of cultivating immortals, no matter how serious the injury is, one only needs to take one Xuantian Qingling Powder.

It can be restored easily.

And the words are conclusive, not exaggerated nonsense.

"Thank you, Patriarch."

Under the excitement of real Qingyu, he didn't care about the mistake of addressing him, and bowed his hands, and then he was about to bow to Lin Xiaoyao.

Lin Xiaoyao frowned.

The other party is the venerable head of the sect, so what's the point of paying homage to him?
Although he likes to pretend to be aggressive, he doesn't want to accept this gift.

So he flicked his sleeves.

Before Daoist Qingyu had time to bow down, he felt a gust of wind enveloping his body, his consciousness became blurred, and his hands and feet seemed to be no longer under his control.

"This is……"

When he woke up again, he found that he was still in the ancestral hall of the ancestor.

He even maintained the gesture of worship.

Everything that happened just now was like a dream.

Yet so true.

No, that has absolutely nothing to do with dreaming.

He turned his head suddenly and looked at his left hand.

I saw that in the palm of my hand, there was indeed a porcelain bottle,
Opening the bottle, what greets the eyes is the emerald green Xuantian Qinglingsan.

Sure enough... all this is true.

Master Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

The expression on his face was extremely surprised.

Then he bowed deeply to the patriarch tablet in front of him, bowed down again and made a big salute.

Then he walked away quickly.

Walking out of the patriarch's ancestral hall, he found that the young disciple who was ordered to leave just now had turned around again and was standing outside respectfully at this moment.

Master Qingyu was in a very good mood at the moment, so he nodded at him.

He ordered: "Although cleaning the ancestor's ancestral hall is difficult, it is an extremely important task for our sect. Everything must not be neglected. Every day, this housework must be done earnestly."

"The disciple is clear, and I will follow the sect master's teachings."

Lin Xiaoyao saluted respectfully.

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