Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away Chapter 13: 1 must be fake

　　 Feng Xingying makes alchemy, but on the surface she looks more attentive, but in fact her pair of wonderful eyes is silently observing the surrounding environment.

　　 It's not that Feng Xingying doesn't want to concentrate on alchemy. It is really this so-called low-level marrow pill that can't arouse her desire to concentrate at all.

　　 Prince Nangong Chu, riding a snow-white unicorn horse and the nine princesses, has blinded many people like a light bulb, but it’s hard to get into the eyes of Feng Xingying.

　　 Instead, it’s the attic.

　　 The gaze from the attic, if anything.

　　 Feng Xingying raised her head, her eyes are like electricity, without showing the slightest timidity.

　　 "Brother Qin has good eyesight, this woman is really extraordinary." The white-clothed man chuckled softly, and the open gentle smile dissolved the ice in the room.

　　……

　　 Time passed a little bit, but the whole scene was surprisingly quiet.

　　 Feng Xingying used his strength to gain the respect of the audience.

　　 After all, the washing marrow pill is an unattainable noble existence for ordinary people, even ordinary spiritual beings.

　　 At noon, the surrounding crowd began to agitate.

　　 From time to time, someone discusses in a low voice.

　　 "Do you smell anything?"

　　 "Stupid, that's pill incense. It is said that when the precious pill is made into pill, it will be scented. It seems that this young girl is really a god."

　　 "It smells so good, I feel like I'm going to float up after smelling it." The other person looked intoxicated and suddenly surprised: "Hey, why doesn't my throat hurt anymore?"

　　 "I feel like I am energetic."

　　"This is alchemy. The one just now, in retrospect, is just a child playing house."

　　 "Master of alchemy, it is different."

　　 This kind of discussion came into the ears of the nine princesses. Although she didn't say anything, her entire face was tense.

　　While Feng Xingying was preparing to open the furnace, Bi Rui suddenly stopped:

　　"Wait, how long can the wash marrow pill be completed in half a day? You think we are all fools? You don't know where you found someone who hides the head and reveals the tail. When the pill comes out, use one If the prepared Xisui Pill is replaced, how do we know whether it is true or not? Are we really in Ningzhou City without anyone?"

　　 Feng Xingying didn't hear her, and continued to turn on her pill furnace.

　　 Birui gave a wink, and a middle-aged woman behind the Ninth Princess suddenly shot, a row of mighty thorns that were like artificially cut straight to Feng Xingying.

　　 "Let the girl laugh." Sister Mei's face became stiff. She really didn't expect anyone to dare to move their VIP guests in the treasure house.

　　 I saw a plum blossom in her hand swelling in the wind, the whole flower was like a translucent pink shield, blocking it in front of Feng Xingying.

　　 This battle has just begun and is over.

　　 Because Sister Mei's strength is obviously stronger than that of the middle-aged woman.

　　 It’s just that Sister Mei is worried about the royal family, and she didn’t claim to pursue her, she just said coldly: "Who dares to be wild in the treasure-gathering pavilion?"

　　 Feng Xingying still didn't change her face, she continued to come out of Dan, her movements were smooth, and it seemed that the scene just now did not catch her eyes.

　　 This concentration alone is enough to make people admire.

　　 After all, the guards carried by the nine princesses are not extraordinary hands, no matter how they have the strength of a great spiritualist, she didn't even keep hands. If Sister Mei didn't take the shot, Feng Xingying might even be killed on the spot.

　　 But she just can keep playing with her pill furnace without changing her face.

　　 Either, she is determined.

　　 Either, her strength has surpassed the great spiritual master.

　　 Most people think it is the latter.

　　The corners of Feng Xingying’s lips slightly aroused, and he chuckled and whispered: "I didn't expect Jubao Pavilion, but so."

　　 Her voice is so soft that only Sister Mei behind her can hear it.

　　 Sister Mei is also very depressed, how does she feel that she has become this young girl's follower?

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