Vol 2 Chapter 1163: Make a show

The headmaster Gu had been quietly watching Lao Xie Ba pretending to be on the sidelines, thinking that He Xingyue wanted to hit someone after hearing what you said, and wife Yue Feng was crying.
This old thing can really be pretended, in general, Xue Wanqing learned to make alchemy, and the ancient master learned to deceive people. Unknowingly, the three of them spent seven or eight hours in this dark cave.
What Xue Wanqing and Lao Xie Ba talked about was a joy. The head of Gu also changed his attitude of "learning" from the beginning to the "King of Vinegar" mode. Xue Wanqing discovered that her chat with Lao Xie Ba really won't disturb him. After the medicine.
The two people talked more and more, and the head of Gu changed from a common topic of the two of them to the most transparent background board. If it weren’t for this sneeze, the chat between the two of them would have been interrupted, and the head of Gu would go out for a stroll. Come back again and again, they will not find out.
Old guy, I felt guilty about Qi Luo's immortal product. Now it seems that you should continue to float.
The soul of Lao Xieba is very strong, walking on the road during the day is no different from a normal person, but the biggest flaw is that without the storage of the body, he cannot enjoy the most basic desires of mankind.
Food and drink are the same to him as air, and relatively speaking, the damage of physical attacks to him will be relatively reduced.
Anyway, there are good and bad. Anyway, Lao Xie Ba is already his servant, and Gu Zhong does not need him to restore his cultivation level now, and he will give it to him in the future.
This old thing is not in a hurry by himself, and I don't even have to worry about him.
"Old evil eight, you are not delaying time on purpose."
"Hurry up..."
The longer time delays, the more harm the toxin will do to these elders and disciples.
Then, before Gu Zhong had finished speaking, Xue Wanqing immediately explained to Lao Xieba: "Headmaster, don't blame him, it's because I asked for a lot of questions and wasted time."
"Sorry, head, or let's go outside and wait."
Xue Wanqing walked over and took the hand of the ancient head, with bright eyes looking at the ancient head with watery tenderness. Who can stand it, the anger suddenly disappeared.
Reluctantly compromised: "Okay."
He scratched Xue Wanqing's nose, and was about to take Xiao Wanqing to the beach outside, "Hey...wait, the head, Cheng Dan is here."
Here, Lao Xie Bayi heard that Gu Zhong was about to leave, and the spirit fire in his hand flickered, and the masses of rich liquid quickly condensed into the pill in the air.
"Wow! That's amazing!"
Xue Wanqing focused all his eyes on the pill that was refined by Lao Xie Ba, and didn't even notice that the head of Gu had turned into a pig liver-colored face.
Dare to say it was not intentional ?
"Master, the antidote is ready, so let them take it."
Xue Wanqing held the turquoise green pill that looked like bird dung in one hand, and behaved in front of the ancient clock. The evil breath entered the brain from his nose, and the ancient clock almost fainted.
Hastily waved his hand and said, "Give them down..."
Old Xie Ba smiled, and said, "Master, although this antidote smells a little bit unpleasant, the effect is surprisingly good."
"Hehe, it's best."
Who could have imagined that our ancient boss would even eat the jealousy of a five or six hundred-year-old man?
"Wow! Really!"
"They are awake!"
"Well…"
"My head hurts..."
A disciple held his head, glanced at the surroundings in confusion, finally focused on Gu Zhong, got up quickly, came to Gu Zhong, and respectfully saluted: "Head."
"I have seen the head."
"We're not dead?!"
"It was the head who saved us..."
The disciples and elders who woke up did not take long to remember what had happened before. This also dispelled the last worry in Gu Zhong's heart. He was also afraid that this toxin would have sequelae, which would affect their later IQ. Negative Effects.
Compared with more handicapped people, Gu Zhong is more afraid that there will be a group of dementia in the school.
"Do you remember what happened before?"
"You fell into the sea and were almost eaten by sharks."
"..."
"Head... Are you okay, didn't we get the phantom sea needle?"
"And you brought us to the trial..."
Lu Jue looked at Gu Zhong with an unclear expression on his face. Lu Jinsong on the side touched his head, and said in a sad tone: "Moreover, my chain club was damaged in a battle. I really hope I just did it. A dream."
Lu Jue and other disciples on the side were obviously very impressed by the battle. Several disciples surrounded Lu Jue and comforted them: "It's okay, brother, when we return to the school, we are looking for the best The caster rebuilt a chain stick."
"Yeah, I also learned this time, that brother, your weapon is so powerful."
"I'm afraid that the weapons of the upper ranks are not as good as your chain sticks."
"Yes, yes, if it weren't for you, brother, we would have died in the hands of the Scarlet Eyed Saint Lion."
Gu Zhong on the side touched his chin, listening to them chatting about the details of the battle that had passed for many days, but the memory was not damaged. It is this group of silly people, when will he find that he has broken through the Primordial Spirit Realm.
Gu Zhong did not speak, but took out a brand new nunchaku from the system and handed it to Lu Jinsong.
Lu Jinsong looked at the nunchaku handed by Gu Zhong, his eyes glowed with fiery light, and he saw the two ends of the chain that shone with dazzling light, one end was a holy dragon coiled stick, and the other end was covered with snowflakes. Looking up at the ancient clock.
Gu Zhong nodded to him, and Lu Jinsong took the nunchaku. A cold touch came from the center of his palm. The nunchaku in his hand looked like a double pole optimistic, exuding something that people would not dare to look directly at. Power.
Lu Jinsong, who has dealt with chain sticks all the year round, was deeply shocked by the material of the weapon in his hand. This chain stick was made from precious mithril mine. A fist-sized mithril mine on the market can sell for hundreds of thousands. The price of ten thousand gold coins is as rare as amethyst ore, and the mithril ore consumed by this chain stick in hand will cost at least five million gold coins.
Not only that, the dragon patterns and snowflake patterns carved on the sticks on both sides are infused with the energy of the holy magic core, but in the hand, you can clearly feel the energy contained in it. There is no doubt that he only needs Inject a little bit of aura to inspire the complete form of the entire chain stick.
But Lu Jinsong didn't do this. He saw his hand holding the chain stick trembling slightly, and his lips trembled as he wanted to say something, but he didn't say a word for a long time.
"Palm...Head..."
"It's too expensive, I can't accept it."
In the end, Gu Zhong didn't know what kind of painful struggle he had experienced in his heart before he said such a drama.