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Chapter 867 This lion's ability to deal with something really makes his master

Chapter 867: This lion is good at handling things. If anything happens, let his master come to him.

"What happens after you find it?" Fatty asked. With all knowledge, it is not difficult to find the one hundred thousand-year-old spiritual grass. What is difficult is how they can touch the spiritual grass.

"This is easy, Xiao Wan. It requires a drop of your blood, and then you can touch the spiritual grass with the formula."

"Senior, can you use my blood? I am fat and have more blood."

Fat Nightmare patted his chest with his fat paws, proving that he was very strong.

Bai Yu was not to be outdone, "Use mine, I will have more blood."

The round-eared rabbit was rejected by the owner of the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley before he could even open his mouth to grab it.

"Not even your blood will do. This must be your master's blood."

Although the owner of Wanhua Valley rejected Bai Yu and the others, his eyes were filled with relief. It was great that Xiaowan had such a group of loyal contracted beasts.

Tyrant Lion rolled his big golden eyes and asked.

The owner of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley had no ill intentions towards them, and since it couldn't be said, Tyrant Lion stopped testing them.

Feng Wan gathered his emotions and took a few cubs to find the ten thousand year old spiritual grass.

Tyrant Lion, who has been listening to gossip all year round, did not miss his little expression.

Fengwan was already planning to refine a pill that would allow people without spiritual roots to grow spiritual roots.

Ba Tianshi actually wants to follow Feng Wan and the others. After all, adventure is more interesting with friends who share the same interests.

Seeing that Tyrant Lion stopped asking, the owner of Wanhua Valley told Feng Wan the secret formula to break the restriction.

"Thank you, senior."

After saying these two sentences, the owner of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley felt a sense of relief.

Well, it seems that he has a secret that he cannot tell.

Facing the direction where the owner of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley disappeared, Feng Wan bowed deeply.

But Baizhi's eyes were shining [Master, this is a living grass that is one hundred thousand years old.]

"We can stay together for now."

I always feel that this matter is weird. Could it be related to your past and present lives or something?

【Buran, you should be able to understand my good intentions.】

"Ahem, of course I don't know this."

However, such elixirs should not be allowed by heaven. As an alchemist who refines such elixirs, the owner will also be punished.

"Buran, should we go alone or with Wanwan?"

"Batian, do you and Ancestor Buran want to come together?"

After living for so long, he naturally understands that secrets must not be leaked, and knowing too much is not good.

"Senior, you mean this drop of blood cannot be used from monsters, right?"

The owner of the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley has found someone to inherit his skills and the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley. It must be a relief for him that the last ray of soul has dissipated.

Fatty Nightmare and Bai Yu both cast affirmative and praising glances at the Tyrant Lion. This lion was capable of handling things and would let his master do anything.

The owner of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley didn't know why Tyrant Lion asked this, but he still nodded and said yes.

As long as you have it, after the master advances to become a ninth-level alchemy saint, it will really be possible to refine the elixir that allows people to have spiritual roots.

Feng Wan had already told Bu Ran and Shangxing Patriarch that he wanted to practice on his own.

Ba Tianshi, who was chatting and laughing with Fat Nightmare, felt a chill go down his back. Wasn't his family planning to plot against him?

"Oh, then you can use other people's blood."

Bu Ran also followed.

Fat Nightmare actually wants to go with him, because with Batian around, he won't be lonely.

Bu Ran kept adjusting his sleeves, wondering if he listened to what Tyrant Lion said.

"What do you mean?" The owner of Wanhua Valley didn't understand what Tyrant Lion wanted to express.

Bu Ran glanced at Ba Tianshi lightly, and then adjusted his sleeves as gracefully as dust.

"No, I can only use Xiaowan's blood."

Tyrant Lion swallowed his saliva and sent out a spiritual explanation via voice transmission.

When he told Feng Wan the formula, the soul of the owner of the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley began to fade, and after saying the last word of the formula, it completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Not only because she agreed to Elder Qianbai, Feng Wan also wanted her mother to practice with her.

Although there are living grasses in the Qiankun Bag space, they have grown up in the past few years. Even if the spiritual power in the space is rich, the flaws of the year cannot be changed.

It doesn't feel good to rest on your laurels like this, so you have to come up with a new one as soon as possible.

Didn't he come here like this back then, so there would be no problem in trying to get him back.

[Pay attention to the wording, it is the heart of Bagua.]

The painting books they sell now are the same ones they released before. They keep talking about new painting books, but they haven't yet come up with anything satisfactory.

Ancestor Shangxing was worried about this, but Buran felt that this should be the case.

Feng Wan naturally recognized the identity of this grass. It is a hundred thousand year old living grass, an absolutely rare treasure.

"Because I want to give all the spiritual grass and flowers in this valley to Xiao Wan, so I can only use her blood."

The spiritual grass in front of me is very small and looks very weak.

"Why? Did senior already know that we, Duanwan, would come here?"

"Very good."

With Bu Ran's permission, Tyrant Lion left him alone and went directly to chat with Fat Nightmare, while thinking about drawing the notebook.

As Tyrant Lion finished speaking, it was very quiet for a moment, quieter than the audible sound of a pindrop.

[Buran, please don’t shave my hair. You’ve also seen that mural. The man in white playing the piano looks like you, and the woman in red looks like Wan Wan.

"Xiao Wan, Bu Ran, take care of yourself."

If they really know each other, what is their relationship?

Buran glanced at the golden lion's fur, his eyes thoughtful, the lion's fur was much more shiny, it seemed that he had eaten too well recently.

Fengwan had Bai Zhi guiding him, and soon, Fengwan and Buran appeared in front of a spiritual grass with a few cubs.

The sight of Tyrant Lion, Bai Yu, Fat Nightmare and Round-eared Rabbit standing together and bowing was really eye-catching.

Bu Ran was finally willing to reply.

Therefore, when refining this extremely heaven-defying elixir, one must be cautious and cautious.

So I just tested it for a while, you know.】

At that time, there was a ninth-level alchemy sage who died without surviving the lightning disaster caused by the ninth-level elixir.

And he really wasn't doing it all for gossip this time. He had a hunch that Juanwan and Buran might have known each other in their previous life.

The Valley Master of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley didn't expect Tyrant Lion to ask this question, and he reacted for a while before saying.

This lion is very discerning, so he's not trying to trick him.

"If that's possible, then use my master's blood."

Feng Wan withdrew her thoughts and silently recited the mantra given to her by the owner of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley. At the same time, the blood on her fingertips dripped onto the living grass.

"Is that a coincidence?"

The Tyrant Lion quietly retracted its hooves, seeing through it without saying anything.

In fact, most of the ninth-level elixirs were made against nature, so even when the alchemy path was most prosperous in the Jiuhuang Continent, the ninth-level alchemy sage was also a very rare existence.

After a flash of colorful light, a richer fragrance of flowers and plants hit your nostrils.

"Master, let me try."

Fat Nightmare couldn't wait to stretch out her little fat claws.

Fat Nightmare's fat claw touched the leaves of the living grass very accurately this time, and the phoenix pull was successful.

Babies, here you go, please feed me in various ways!
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