The Dragon from Hell

Seeing Mo Wenyuan coming, Qin Feng showed a bit of surprise on his face.

He no longer had the persistence he had when he first met Mo Wenyuan on the first day. Now he could tell himself that Mo Wenyuan and Long Daoling were not the same person.

But seeing a familiar face, Qin Feng still felt quite comforted.

After all, in this completely unfamiliar world for him, being able to have such a familiar face in front of him would always give him a lot of security.

So when he saw Mo Wenyuan coming in, he subconsciously stood up. As soon as he stood up, Mo Wenyuan flashed in front of him and pressed him back.

"Sit down, no need to get up."

After Mo Wenyuan finished speaking, he directly lifted his wrist and put two fingers on his wrist.

He was taking Qin Feng's pulse.

Lin Quansheng had already stood up and stepped aside, waiting respectfully.

Facing this old senior of the sect, Lin Quansheng didn't know much, and he didn't dare to neglect him, not to mention that the other party was now Brother Feng's master.

Qin Feng did not struggle, and let Mo Wenyuan feel his pulse and diagnose him, but his eyes fell on Mo Wenyuan.

Mo Wenyuan today was different from the day they first met. He was still dressed casually, with white hair and beard that had grown to his feet, but he had no intention of taking care of it.

When he came today, he looked solemn, and there was a bit of coldness in his eyes.

Qin Feng didn't know what was wrong with him, and just wanted to ask: "Master..."

"Shut up." Mo Wenyuan glanced at him and told him to shut up.

No one spoke during the whole pulse-taking time. Qin Feng seemed to have returned to the time when he was called to the office by the teacher in elementary school, and he dared not even breathe.

"Haha, you are quite capable."

After taking the pulse, Mo Wenyuan looked at Qin Feng coldly: "You killed the Bull Demon alone, and fought against Li Zhi together with Zhu Xing, and finally fought back and forth with Liu Qin. Do you really think your body is made of iron?"

The more serious the injuries on Qin Feng's body, the angrier Mo Wenyuan is now.

It's really messy!

"You two brats, you are not even in the Nascent Soul stage combined, but you dare to go fight the Demon Queen. You are really capable!" Mo Wenyuan gave a thumbs up, but the expression on his face did not look like he was praising Qin Feng at all: "You are so capable, why do you come back to my Wuyou Mountain? My temple is small and can't accommodate two big Buddhas like you!"

Seeing Mo Wenyuan so angry that he was blowing his beard and glaring, Qin Feng hurriedly said soft words: "Master, don't be angry. It was also forced by the situation at that time. My brother and I had no choice. Who would have thought that we would run into Li Zhi head-on? Since we couldn't run away, we could only fight hard. Look, aren't we both back alive?"

Mo Wenyuan stroked his beard. Although he still had a stern face, his breathing was obviously much smoother.

Fortunately, Donggong Ya and the others didn't know the previous situation, and they didn't know that Qin Feng and Zhu Xing knew in advance that Li Zhi would come but didn't run away, but faced the challenge head-on.

The news that Mo Wenyuan knew now should have just been spread.

He stroked his beard and remained silent for a while, then couldn't help but sighed: "Okay, you two brats, you're lucky to be alive!"

After that, he asked Qin Feng: "There's not a single good spot on your body. I just sensed the power of Yuan Jing Dan in your body. This is a first-grade spiritual medicine from Wu Xiang Sect. Where did you get it from?"

Qin Feng was stunned when he heard this. He had no interest in alchemy and hadn't studied it much after entering the sect.

As for this Yuan Jing Dan, he had never even heard of it.

But Mo Wenyuan said he felt it, so it should be...

Qin Feng turned around and looked at Lin Quansheng.

After Lin Quansheng entered the door, he discovered his injuries and immediately stuffed two pills into his hands.

At that time, he ate them without even looking at them. Anyway, his current condition was already too bad, so even if Lin Quansheng poisoned him, it wouldn't matter.

Lin Quansheng stood up timidly and raised a hand: "Senior, I gave him the Yuanjing Pill."

"You gave it to him?" Mo Wenyuan raised his eyebrows and looked at Lin Quansheng: "If I'm not mistaken, you should be just an outer disciple. With your identity, you can't get in touch with the first-grade elixir. Where did you get this Yuanjing Pill?"

Hearing this, Lin Quansheng scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Senior is wise, a disciple with this identity naturally can't get in touch with the Yuanjing Pill. But I thought about Brother Feng... No, Senior Brother Qin Feng, no, Junior Brother! Junior Brother Qin Feng will definitely encounter risks after going to the Demon Realm. When he comes back, he may need healing medicine. After thinking about it, there is nothing better than the Yuanjing Pill in our sect. But I can't get it with my identity, so I thought...why don't I try to refine one myself."

Mo WenYuan's eyelids jumped again: "You made it yourself?"

"Yes, yes."

"You are an outer disciple, and you made the Yuanjing Pill yourself?"

"Yes, yes, senior!" Lin Quansheng stumbled, obviously frightened by Mo Wenyuan's momentum.

Then Mo Wenyuan turned his head and looked at Qin Feng: "You really dare to eat it?"

"Yeah." Qin Feng nodded, a little confused: "Why not?"

Anyway, his current situation is at most better than Zhu Xing, it can't be worse, can Lin Quansheng still poison him to death?

"Haha, you young people nowadays, I am getting more and more confused."

Hearing this, Mo Wenyuan was so angry that he laughed.

I knew Qin Feng was messing around, but I didn't expect him to be so messy.

Alchemy is not a joke. Even for cultivators, if you take the wrong pill, it will kill you.

After all, the immortal sect also uses spiritual plants to make pills. If you run into an unreliable one, a pill may send Qin Feng to the west.

"But this Yuanjing Pill is well made. His spiritual power has recovered a lot, and the injuries on his body should be able to recover soon." Mo Wenyuan glanced at the cautious Lin Quansheng: "You are very talented."

Hearing this, Lin Quansheng, who was originally anxious, was stunned and subconsciously looked at Qin Feng.

"Me? Talented?"

Since he entered the sect, he has been an inconspicuous outer disciple, and he has to live by the faces of his senior brothers and sisters all year round.

Everyone said that he was dull, but this was the first time someone praised him for his talent.

Qin Feng smiled and nodded, affirming Mo Wenyuan's words: "My master said so, how could it be false?"

Mo Wenyuan stroked his beard and said: "As a cultivator of the immortal sect, you don't have to be a sword cultivator to be called talented. As an outer disciple, even if you know the pill formula, you may not be able to make the pill well. But you can refine an effective Yuanjing Pill with just this little cultivation. Even if it is not a fine product, you are also a gifted person in the field of alchemy."