Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady Chapter 202: : Eventful Autumn (2)

　　 Monsoon Smoke looked at the little bat, then decided to take the little guy with him. In Jicheng before, she let Ling He take the little bat around the city for a few times, but did not find the whereabouts of the fire. Presuming that Liuhuo had left Jicheng, he brought the little bat back to the imperial capital, thinking about what clues might be found in the prosperous imperial capital.

　　 Even if you can't find Liuhuo, you can find the blood family next to him, maybe you can ask about Liuhuo.

　　 "Okay, it's okay these past two days, I took the little guy to turn around in the imperial capital." Monsoon Smoke looked at the smoking little bat, smiled and pierced his fingertips with a needle, and squeezed A drop of blood came out.

　　 The little bat, who was still alive and unlovable, immediately became energetic as soon as he smelled the sweet smell of blood. Regardless of the previous grievances, he hugged the blood bead and ate it.

　　 Monsoon Yan tilted his head and looked at the little bat's contented appearance, and the delicate face of Liu Huo suddenly appeared in his mind.

　　 I don’t know if that kid eats like this on weekdays.

　　 "Miss, the two fights you just dealt with Hu Sisheng were really good. Didn't you see that the faces of the guys in the Blue Nightmare Army are all black? Really happy!" Several guards sat in the tent for a while , One by one, they talked about Monsoon Smoke's efforts to clean up the Blue Nightmare Army.

　　 Linghe also came to the spirit, looking at the monsoon flue: "Miss, what method did you use before? How can you move around and disappear?"

　　 Linghe is also well-informed, but he has never seen anyone who can be as fast as Monsoon Smoke. He is the fastest archer among professionals, and I am afraid that he will not reach Monsoon Smoke. Half of it.

　　Monsoon Smoke looked at the people's interest slowly, and slightly straightened up and said: "You said monthly pace?"

　　"Monthly pace?" Ling He looked blank.

　　 Monsoon flue: "I used to use month-by-month pace. The initial speed is very slow, but once you hit the ground, the speed will reach its own limit. Because it is too fast, it is difficult for ordinary people’s naked eyes. Keeping up, this will give you the illusion of my disappearance. In fact, I have never left your sight at all."

　　The month-to-month pace is a set of techniques left by the master of Monsoon Smoke. Immortal cultivators fight less, but after years of hard work and boring, many immortal cultivators will ponder some weird things, Monsoon Smoke Her master and her master are in this category. Her master likes to study all kinds of alternative exercises, while her master likes to develop pill. Monsoon smoke, as the lowest in generation, has little independence at all. Quan, when he was a child, he was either pulled by his master to learn the exercises, or forced by his master to practice alchemy, but mixed with almighty...

　　 "Sounds, it looks amazing... Then can we learn this kind of monthly pace?" Zuo Nuo looked at the monsoon smoke with gleaming eyes.

　　 Monsoon Smoke raised his hand to Zorno’s head and slapped it neither lightly nor heavy slapped: "Whenever you practice hard, you can learn it, now... it’s almost too."

　　Zuo Nuo clutched his head, looking at Monsoon Smoke with a tangled face.

Miss 　　 taught them how to practice is too weird. Although they are forced to practice by monsoon smoke, as long as they are out of the sight of monsoon smoke, they basically have not touched it...

　　 After all, who believes that if you sit on the ground for a while, you can become stronger?

　　 But the words of Monsoon Smoke made Ling He and the others have an inexplicable expectation for that special cultivation method...

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