Chapter 151: I will not be alchemy

A glimpse of Tunxi, did not reflect the meaning of this sentence of Qinglong, but listened to him again. "After last night, the main body helped Wang Hao to heal, Wang Hao’s body suddenly formed a huge vortex, almost sucking the aura of the entire Yanjing City. These dead plants are dead, and it was caused by the whirlpool last night."
Tunxi suddenly widened his eyes, looked at the dead Lingtian, and looked at the Qinglong. After the heart was surprised, it was a sigh of relief.
Eggs, yes, this must be the snack of the egg.
The old man has said that the egg shells need a huge aura, and they have been smashed at the beginning, feeding this spiritual pet is not a poor death. However, she guessed that the egg needed a lot of aura, but she did not expect that it would be more than this.
This is the aura of a city. This little has absorbed it. It is still a good idea to say hungry to her! It’s just too pitted!
When Tunxi tangled for a while, he no longer managed to deal with this problem. After all, the aura of the whole city did not and suck. Can you still put the little guy back into the egg and spit out the spiritual power?
What's more, the egg is her spiritual pet, she is still very happy to break the shell. As for the other, whocare!
Tunxi squatted down, picked up a dead spirit grass, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, then pulled it a little and put it in his mouth and chewed it.
Not bad! Although there is no spiritual power, the efficacy of the herbal medicine is not lost at all, and it is perfect than the traditional Chinese medicine produced by special techniques.
The Tunxi Station got up and pointed to the dead planting road in that place. "Remove all the plants I have said."
Qinglong is even more puzzled. "Is Wang Hao ready to use these alchemy? But ordinary herbs without spiritual power will be wiped out when they touch the fire."
Tunxi stalls: "I said, I am not an ordinary doctor, I will not be alchemy."
Will not be alchemy? How to treat the main child. Qinglong looked at her at this time, and she could not help but reveal the color of suspiciousness.
Miss Nalan, wouldn’t it be as Suzaku said, is it rushing to lie?
Just remembering the miracle of Ouyang Haoxuan, he pressed down the doubts in his heart and began to collect a handful of dead spirits.
Returning to the dormitory where Nangong Temple lived, Tunxi issued a series of instructions to prepare the pots, the fire, and even the Qinglong to find a huge bath.
Suzaku laughed at the side with a sneer. "I have been studying medicine for decades, and I have seen countless patients with my master. I have never known that there are such patients. Nalan Tunxi, you are clearly poor, you have to lose." So dying?"
Quxi is hands-on, and the raw materials are crushed according to strict proportions.
Wen Yan looked up at her and looked disdainfully: "No culture is not terrible. The most terrible thing is that no culture still ran out of shame. You didn't tell you when you were born, your eyes are on the top of your head. Hey?"
"Hey-!" A white tiger couldn't help but scream and laughed. Looking at Suzaku's distorted face, he actually felt gloating and had no sympathy.
Suzaku screamed and wanted to rush to the face of the smashing brook. This woman dared to say that she was jealous and wanted to eat swan meat. This monk dared to ridicule her so much.
However, when she was close to Quxi, she felt a huge spiritual fluctuation. Then she only felt a sharp pain in the abdomen. The whole person had already flew out like a broken kite, and fell heavily. On the ground.