Although Zhong Zixing is still insane and detained under the second peak, the immortal magic is mysterious, maybe someone can piece together the broken divine sense!

"I'm finished! I'm finished! ”

When I think of this, my little hairs stand on end.

In order to force out her secret, Zhong Zixing can do things like picking wolf hair and pulling wolf tendons, it is conceivable that once Huang Yao Lao really does it, it will definitely be more ruthless than Zhong Zixing's methods!

What to do?

I'm an honest man, I should live a long life, how can I be squeezed into scum?

"It's so small, Zhouzhou, stay!"

Just when Zhen Xiaoxiao became more and more uneasy, the cheers from the high platform forcibly pulled her back to reality from the fugue.

It turned out that the morning class had ended for an hour, and the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion were getting up from the ground, saluting the master and scattering in all directions.

Is life and death coming?

It's a little bit of a thrill.

"The two of you have just started, and you are not familiar with everything in the Medicine Pavilion, Xiangqian, come on, take your junior sister and junior brother around!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, Huang Yaolao actually said such a sentence.

Disastrous! Disastrous!

Don't do it yet, Huang Dabi this time, it's definitely a big move! If you don't shoot, you will die!

The corners of his mouth twitched, but he secretly thought about various ways to deal with it.

"Yes!"

A scorched-skinned Xiang Qian rushed out of the side with joy, dragging the really small porridge with a blank expression towards the side room where the book was hidden.

The Medicine Pavilion is the main practice place for the disciples of the Seven Leaves Valley Dan Dao.

Because the ancestor of the seven-leaf mountain opened the mountain himself made a good pill, so this pavilion was built very strongly.

Despite the scorched floors and broken windows, it still stands majestically in the mountains, and is one of the five special buildings that survived the fire disaster in the Seven Leaves Valley.

Compared with those Zhufeng disciples who could only sleep on the haystack at night, the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion who had a shelter were really much luckier.

The main hall and side rooms on the first floor are used for preaching, teaching, and storing books.

In fact, there is nothing to pay special attention to here, but Xiang Qian, with his unparalleled enthusiasm, said to Zhen Xiaoxiao and Xiao Congee for nearly an hour, and almost even recited a poignant love story about why there is a lack of layers on the bookshelf in Dongshou......

After boredom wandering around again and again, Xiang Qian dragged the two with bad faces up the stairs to the second floor of the medicine pavilion.

"Senior brother, I'm tired, can I watch it again tomorrow?"

It's really a little bit anxious to worry about her own life, and she really doesn't have the energy to interfere with Xiangqian.

"No, that's the point." Sang-hue ruthlessly refused.

As soon as I stepped on the second floor, the first thing that caught my eyes was a big ice blue!

I never thought that in the center of the second floor of the Medicine Pavilion, there would be a giant lying ice with a height of two feet and a width of eight feet!

A good chill came to his face, and his expression was so excited that he was really awake a little.

Of course, at this time, the ones who are more excited than the real little ones are nerds.

The moment he saw this big ice stone, Xiao Congee's eyes suddenly turned hot, and a voice in his heart began to shout wildly!

Shred it! Refine it! Swallow it!

"Hey, stop, stop! Senior Brother Zhou, this is a 10,000-year-old ice spirit, you can't play it! If you touch it, you will die. ”

Although there is a huge ring-shaped medicine cabinet around the giant ice, at this moment, Xiao Congee seems to want to jump over the high counter and pounce directly on the ice!

The disciples of the seventh or eighth layer of Qi Condensation have to freeze the aura in their bodies when they are close to the 10,000-year ice spirit, let alone mortals. If it weren't for Xiangqian's timely discovery that the signs were wrong, the small porridge would have to be hung.