Chapter 38: Before entering the mountain

Soon after, the door of Wandan Pavilion was opened. Surrounded by a group of people in Wandan Pavilion, the beautiful medicine fairy came with ice and rain. Under the expected eyes of everyone, Bingyu came straight to Ling Yuan.

"Son Ling is very punctual. Come in and talk about it in detail in our room."

After saying that, Bingyu turned around and walked back. Ling Yuan had no choice but to follow him helplessly.

"Damn it, what kind of character is this little white face? Why did the medicine fairy treat him so gently?"

"Yes, yes. Why haven't you heard that any prince was looked up by the medicine fairy in this town?

"Hey, look at the jealousy of you. But it doesn't matter. You don't have to be jealous later. This medicine fairy is a bloody mercenary regiment. How can she allow others to touch her? Look, this time I went to the mountain to collect medicine, which is very lively to watch.

When Bingyu Xin entered the Wandan Pavilion, Ling Yuan's powerful consciousness made him hear the comments of the group of people behind him without omission. I couldn't help shaking my head helplessly and saying, this beauty is really a disaster. It seems that something is going to happen this time.

"Come on, mercenaries, please come here. It is still the old rule, and those with advanced cultivation will be preferred. The blood and breeze mercenary regiment is still 35 this year.

Seeing Bingyuxin and Ling Yuan walk into the Wandan Pavilion, a housekeeper-like man at the door quickly stood up and said humbly to the mercenaries. When these mercenaries saw the housekeeper coming forward, they were also honest and came to test them one by one in order.

It turned out that on the right side of the door of Wandan Pavilion, a spiritual monument had long been placed by the people of Wandan Pavilion. As the test began, a sharp-billed little boy turned around and left quickly in the crowd. Someone with sharp eyes immediately recognized that the man was a peripheral member of the bloody mercenary regiment who specifically inquired about the news. Another member of the Qingfeng Mercenary Regiment also quietly slipped away after seeing the sharp-mouthed monkey-brunning servant running away.

"The peak of the ninth section of spiritual spirit, Zhao Ming, the head of the Mingjue mercenary regiment."

"The first-floor spiritual gatherer, the head of the Three Eagle Mercenary Regiment, Zhang Ying."

The mercenaries tested one after another. Among them, the one with the deepest cultivation is a mercenary of a five-layer spirit gatherer. Most of the rest of the people who passed are spirits and the people at the peak of the nine-stage spirit. Although it is unlikely for these people to enter the depths of the spirit-eating mountains, it is still very easy to form a team and kill some yellow monsters in the outer mountains.

With the addition of more than 100 mercenaries, the crowd in the courtyard of Wandan Pavilion has already shrugged. That is, the yard of Wandan Pavilion is very wide. If it were other places, it would look narrow.

"Mercenary brothers, this is another day when Wandan Pavilion and the little girl go to the mountain to collect medicine. I hope everyone can abandon the past grudges and work together. Yuxin is here. Thank you in advance.

With the appearance of the medicine fairy Bingyuxin, the mercenaries in the yard suddenly became excited. However, no one has surpassed it. One reason is that just yesterday, the young owner of the bloody mercenary regiment, Xueyang, personally said that he must go to the medicine fairy to be his wife, so many people gave up the idea. Even if they were a little unwilling, they did not dare to show it on their faces. After all, the two major mercenary regiments of blood and breeze No one dares to fight head-on in this town.

Besides, although the teenager who appeared today did not speak, everyone can guess from Bingyu's attitude towards him. He must not be an idle person. Otherwise, how could the teenager dare to challenge Xueyang so blatantly? Therefore, many people just join the fun and wait for the good show, and no one dares to be in it.

"It's natural to work together, but who is the boy next to you? Every activity that enters the mountain is a carefully selected strong mercenary. The bottom line is the peak of nine spirits. Look at this boy, but at the age of 17 or 18 years old, I'm afraid it's good to have six or seven levels of cultivation. Is it possible that the fairy has to make a waste to fill it up.

When everyone was excited, suddenly, an arrogant word came from behind the crowd. Then came a burst of noise.

"Let's get out of the way. The young master of my bloody mercenary regiment is here."

"Wang, the blood sun is coming."

"The bloody young master is here. Hey hey, this is a good show."

As soon as they heard that the bloody young master came, everyone did not dare to neglect and quickly gave way one after another. As the road got out, more than 30 people filed in, surrounded by a gorgeous man and slowly came to the front of the crowd.

"Zueyang, what do you mean? Do you think I will find some wine bags and rice bags? Or do you think this Wandan Pavilion is opened by your family? What did you say?

Hearing Xueyang's words, Bingyuxin's face became a little embarrassed. Just now, in the room, she talked with Ling Yuan for a while and suddenly felt that the young man was not simple. Ling Yuan knows much more advanced alchemy than herself. Moreover, from the perspective of those auras revealed by the other party, the other party obviously has two attributes: wood and fire. Therefore, in Bingyuxin's heart, there is some speculation that the teenager in front of him is a alchemist?

Ling Yuan is also quite helpless about Bingyuxin's speculation. Since he was forced by the teacher to put on the handle on his back and engraved with a god-killing knife on his body, his spiritual power has been uncontrollably revealed. And the cultivation of spiritual power is also much more difficult. Moreover, the weight of the knife body and the suppressed Ling Yuan are much slower than before.

Because of this speculation, when Bingyuxin heard the words of Xueyang, he was suddenly a little annoyed.

"Ha, Miss Bing's words are wrong. I'm blood yang, how can I not believe you? However, this boy is young, and I really can't believe how strong he can be. Of course, if Miss Bing insists on taking him, I have nothing to say, but in this way, the mercenary brothers who were present and worked hard to select them will be a little unconvinced.

As he spoke, Xueyang's eyes glanced back and forth at the people in the yard. These people are all old and oily. As soon as they saw the eyes of Xueyang, they suddenly knew what was going on. At present, there are many people who agree with each other and keep shouting to let Ling Yuan show their hands.

"Plood Yang, don't bully others too much. Mr. Ling is a distinguished guest I invited. He is a pharmacist. Is this status enough to join?

"This, this."

When I heard that the teenager in front of me was actually a pharmacist, and Xueyang's face was suddenly a little embarrassed. Bingyuxin's words immediately made the mercenaries who agreed just now stop talking. A pharmacist is equivalent to a life-saving Bodhisattva. No one wants to offend such a person. Otherwise, after his injury, no one will be cured, so wait to die. Especially in this kind of group action into the mountain, if the pharmacist wants to kill a person, it is like killing an ant. He casually finds some excuses and does not give treatment, or when it is treated, it can only be a dead end to change some poison.

"Oh, haha, it turned out to be Mr. Pharmacist. In this case, can Mr. Pharmacist join my bloody mercenary regiment? We are bloody. In this distant town, there is also such a number. Recently, there is a shortage of pharmacists in the group. What do you think?

Although Xueyang's words seem to be discussing, looking at the group of people behind him slowly surrounding him, it is obviously forced. Feeling that the other party was not good, Ling Yuan's face was a little hung up.

With a click, Ling Yuan raised his hand and slapped a big tree in the yard. With a palm in the air, with magnificent spiritual power, he directly split the big tree with the thickness of the bowl to the ground.

"What, this pharmacist is actually a spiritual practitioner. In view of his cultivation, he is at least a spiritual gatherer above the second floor. At a young age, he has such cultivation, or a pharmacist. This must be a disciple of some family who has taken experience. It seems that this time, Xueyang kicked on the steel plate.

"Yes, yes. Let their blood be rampant again. This time, there will be a hard stubble.

Seeing Ling Yuan's hand, he not only suppressed the mercenaries present, but also surprised the blood yang's face. However, after his surprise, he was more determined. This teenager will be killed immediately as long as he is not used by me.

The group of bloody mercenaries suddenly understood when they saw a fierce look in the eyes of Xueyang. One by one, they reach out and want to smoke guys, and they want to do it.

"Haha, Xueyang, is it possible? Do you think you are the only one in this distant town? This pharmacist is my friend Qingsang. Who dares to do it?

When a group of blood-colored people wanted to do it, a burst of anger came. Subsequently, a group of people in blue, led by a young man, flew to Ling Yuan and the other two, surrounded Ling Yuan and fell down.

"You, okay, okay. Qingsang, do you want to be against my blood and color?

"For the enemy? Haha, this is unreasonable. This little brother is my friend, a pharmacist, and a spiritual gatherer. In terms of qualification, it is enough to join, and in terms of identity, it is not worse than yours. What, can you represent blood and fight with me? If so, let's start a war now, or go home to gather all the masters in the regiment and find a good fight.

Qing Sing's words, the directly suppressed blood yang had no way to fight back. He really dares not say such a thing. In the town, his strength is almost the same as the blood color and the breeze. The two mercenary regiments have been working against each other in the decades since they were established, but they have not been able to destroy each other. Over time, everyone survived together on the surface, and no one dared to go to war openly.

"Little brother, would you like to come to my breeze?"

"Thank you, Brother Qingsang, but I've always been used to idleness. Let's talk about this later."

Looking at the conversation between the two, everyone was really puzzled. Qingsang put his hand on Ling Yuan's body intimately, and then heard Ling Yuan call the other party's eldest brother. Nine times out of ten, this matter is true. But only Ling Yuan and the two know in their hearts that doing this is just to let Xueyang, and there is no excuse to do it.

"Haha, forget it, don't join if you don't join. However, as long as it can make the boy Xueyang depressed, I will be very happy. Hey, brother, keep working hard."

Although Qingsong lowered his tone, the people present heard it clearly. That sentence of hard work obviously means to let Ling Yuan take down the medicine fairy. Some people with many eyes peeked at the blood yang. Sure enough, they saw the blood yang. Their faces turned red and their eyes were full of anger. I almost didn't do it.