After a stick of incense, Zheng Boxi directly pulled Xiang Yang to the palace on the top of the mountain, and all the disciples had been dismissed by him.

He doesn't pay much attention to enjoyment on weekdays, and this palace looks magnificent on the outside, but in fact, except for a reception hall, the rest is ordinary.

In the room where they were, except for a formation plate in the center that isolated the divine sense, and a dense jade slip suspended around it, the rest of the furnishings and decorations were similar to ordinary people's study.

"Brother Xiang Yang, my place is very shabby, but there is only a Peerless Array here, and I am here in retreat on weekdays, which makes you laugh... ”

Zheng Boxi looked around, and then remembered that there was no place to sit except for a futon, and rubbed his hands a little embarrassed.

Xiang Yang was a little impressed by him.

The status of an immortal cultivator is noble, as long as it is not as dilapidated as the Golden Body Hall, every time the sect is opened and descended, there are mortals who send offerings, and almost all of them are so rich.

In front of him was in the Black Earth Hall, he had seen it when he spied with his spiritual sense, and even that kind of place was full of magnificence. If you really want to compare, the furnishings where those disciples of Zheshan Hall live are stronger than here, this Uncle is really an ascetic who does not love foreign things, and it is no wonder that he has been haunted by fire and poison to this day, and he can still cultivate to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant.

He smiled and looked at the jade slips on the wall, and asked again directly: "Brother Boxi, did you suffer from some kind of fire poison back then?

Ji Boxi nodded, and his eyes showed a little nostalgia and melancholy: "Yes, when I traveled down the mountain with my master, I encountered a strange fire in a dangerous place, and my master's cultivation in the ninth transfer period was still seriously injured, and he died not long after he came back... ”

"I was still low in cultivation at the time, and I didn't enter, so I escaped, but I just helped the master, and I got a trace, and now it's been a thousand years, but the residual poison has not been cleared, and I also asked a few ancestors in the sect who specialize in fire exercises to see it, but even they are helpless, and even say that it is my own dream, and I have not been poisoned at all... ”

He sighed for a while, and after looking up, his eyes were eager: "Since Brother Xiang Yang can recognize it at a glance, there are some ways to think of it... ”

"Dangerous place, strange fire?" Xiang Yang's eyes flashed with a hint of joy, and then asked: "My master is naturally fond of refining weapons and alchemy, and is very interested in all kinds of different fires, I wonder if Brother Boxi can tell me where he encountered it?"

Uncle Zhen didn't doubt him, and nodded again and again: "That's naturally okay, but that place... That place is really terrifying, Xiang Yang's little brother can have this cultivation at a young age, and your master must be a great strange person, but you still have to be careful, after all, that place is one of the famous dangerous places in Northern Shenzhou. ”

Xiang Yang smiled: "Then thank you Brother Boxi." ”

As soon as he saw Zheng Boxi, a message came from the source fire in the sea of knowledge, "I found that the fire of the salary was not as good as the fire, and it could not be collected", and then he found that Zheng Boxi was obviously practicing the earth system exercises, but there was a trace of fire all over his body, so he tried it, but he didn't expect it to be really rewarding.

Xiang Yang is now carrying the source fire, and he has cultivated the Samadhi Burning Heaven Technique, and his sense of fire breath is extremely sensitive, and the fire qi on Zheng Boxi's body is actually extremely thin, I am afraid that ordinary Nine Tribulation Period monks may not be able to sense it, but they can't escape his observation and induction.

After receiving the jade slip that had been burned by Zheng Boxi, Xiang Yang shook his head slightly and sighed: "This fire is the fire of inheritance, it is one of the different fires of heaven and earth, this fire poison is very tricky... ”

He sighed, as if he had been poured a basin of cold water on his head, his face, which was originally a little red because of excitement, turned white again, and before he could speak, he heard Xiang Yang say again.

"Brother Boxi, we are fated to meet, I won't hide it from you, over the years, although I have learned some skills with my master, but it is only on paper, although I can recognize your injury, but if you want to say that it is cured, you don't dare to pack a ticket!

As soon as he said this, it was like grabbing another life-saving straw, and he said anxiously: "Brother Xiang Yang! Now I have more than 1,300 years of life, and I am already in the last years of my life, and if I can't cure it, I can't cure it, even if something goes wrong, I will never blame you!"

Xiang Yang said with a smile: "It won't go wrong, I still have a few elixirs given by my master, but it's just the right symptom, but I don't have much medicine at hand, and my own medical skills are half-baked, so I'm afraid that it won't be cured, um, but you can still do it for decades, brother." ”

Uncle Cheng was overjoyed and asked, "Brother Xiang Yang, your master... ”

"Hehe, my master is the power of Zhongshenzhou, when I was occasionally accepted here, I was born to jump out, and I was anxious to come back and see if I didn't learn anything. ”

Uncle Zhen was taken aback: "Zhongshenzhou... Brother Xiang Yang, you're not... ”

Xiang Yang knew what he meant, and said with a smile: "Jiuding Immortal Sect? It's just a small sect, how powerful my master is, how can he be their disciple... ”

Jiuding Xianmen is just a small sect... Uncle Xi gasped, this breath was boundless.

But if this master is really from Zhongshenzhou, it's really hard to say, after all, there are many giant sects in Shenzhou in the legend, compared to them, Jiuding Xianmen is really inconspicuous...

But no matter what Xiang Yang's identity is, his injury is the most important thing now, and his thoughts are only slightly turned and put aside, and his mouth is naturally full of admiration.

Xiang Yang was also angry, and directly took out a bottle of pill and handed it over: "This is the Soul Clearing Pill, there are ten of them, and one can protect you from the pain of fire poison within three years." Well, thirty years later, if nothing else, I have returned to Shizun, and I will ask Shizun for advice at that time, and with his old man's guidance, I will definitely be able to cure my brother's disease. ”

Ji Boxi caught the jade bottle, just lifted the cap of the bottle slightly and smelled it, and felt that the whole body was psychic, and the heat in his body also dissipated a little.

He was overjoyed in his heart, and held the jade bottle tightly in his hand, as if he was holding not an elixir but his own life, he had been disturbed by this bundle of fire poison for nearly a thousand years, and he had tried everything for a thousand years but was still helpless.

The fire poison was disturbed for ten days, although it was only a little contaminated with aftermath back then, and it was not so much that he lost his life, but it also made him unable to cultivate with peace of mind at all, otherwise, with his qualifications and talent, he should have advanced to the ninth turn a long time ago, why is it still in the middle of the Yuan Infant Stage?

If it can really be cured, there are still three hundred years left, and he is fully confident that he will be promoted to the ninth turn, and then his longevity will increase again, and if he has another life!

At this time, does Xiang Yang's identity still matter? as long as he can hold this thick leg, even if he is allowed to rebel against the Floating Jade Sect now, he will be willing!