Chapter 91

Mo Xing coldly stares at Leng Xue and thinks that he is really a low guy. Qingge is an alchemist!

"Cold snow, don't be rude!" Leng Lingqian interrupted her and said, "Qingge girl, my younger martial sister is straightforward. Don't blame me!"

On the contrary, Mo Qingge, with a slight hook on his lips, went on without paying any attention.

Let's see if the Yuncao in Fenghua Valley is the same as the Yuncao in the 25th Century. Otherwise, everything will be in vain.

At this time, Fenghua valley deep cliff edge, has been bustling, surrounded by people, full of expectation, waiting for the emergence of the sixth level fairy grass.

All the major forces came to the scene one after another, but Mo Qingge found that compared with the people in fairyland, there were at least half of them.

That less than half of the people, most of them died in the hands of Fire Phoenix.

"Fairy grass is coming up!"

All hold their breath, Xuanli condenses, ready to go, ready to go.

This time, it seems that they are all determined to win. Only a group of disciples from Qiyun castle stood in the same place, not in a hurry to fight for the immortal grass.

"Oh, a bunch of idiots." Hon Lian Rong shook his folded fan and make complaints about Tucao. "They do not seem to know that this fairy grass is the Lord, and the grass is not recognized by them.

Obviously, only qiyunbao, who is famous for his alchemy family, knows this.

Although his voice is not big, he is still listened to by Mo Qingge. He asks curiously, "can immortal grass recognize the Lord?"

She had only heard that artifact or beast would recognize the Lord. It was the first time that the fairy grass recognized the Lord.

In the 25th Century, there was no such saying.

"Well." Helian Rongjin nodded softly, "there may be two kinds of breath around the immortal grass above the sixth level. One is the ordinary immortal grass, which can't recognize the Lord. The other is to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, which has already possessed the wisdom and can recognize the Lord. Therefore... The breath around is also different!"

"How do you recognize these two different kinds of breath?" Mo Qingge then asked.

He Lian Rong Jin's peach blossom eyes slightly frowned, showing a brilliant smile, joked: "it's complicated, and I can't explain it clearly for a moment, but if you can marry me, I can tell you slowly."

Mo Qingge

Dead rascal!

I thought that he would explain to himself seriously, but I didn't expect that he was still so unorthodox. I really didn't let her down!

Mo Qingge no longer takes his words, staring at the cliff, waiting for the fairy grass to appear!

She does not know, He Lian Rong Jin is full of peach blossom ground to look at her, the line of sight is not willing to move away from her body at all.

At the edge of the cliff, the golden light suddenly appeared, the immortal grass was born, and the light around it was too dazzling to get close to.

Mo Qingge shows her eyebrows slightly. She realizes that the smell of the fairy grass is slightly different from those of the fairy grass before.

She could not tell where the difference was.

It seems that what peach blossom eye said is true. The same kind of fairy grass may have two different breath.

As soon as the fairy grass appeared, all the aristocratic families stared straight, and their pupils were full of greedy desire.

"Quick, make sure you get the fairy grass!"

"Grab them first, stop them, don't let them come..."

"Grab it

The whole place, instant chaos into a pot of porridge, the major families ready to move, draw out the blade, began to scramble for grass.

Only the disciples of Qiyun castle stood quietly in the same place.

They know very well that the immortal grass is the master. Only in the hands of its director can it give full play to its efficacy, so it's useless to snatch it.

At this time, the major families and clans have been fighting together. The swords and swords are facing each other, and they will never die. For the only immortal grass, it is a must.

After all, it's a sixth level herb. If you can refine a sixth level pill to improve your strength, it's equivalent to a strong one who can raise the xuanhuang's strength!

There are only a few xuanhuang strongmen in the whole northern underworld. Therefore, the immortal grass is the treasure that all the great families want to fight for.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light shakes the people back, and a slender cloud grass slowly flies up from the edge of the cliff, as if it has spirit.

"This... This fairy grass will recognize the Lord?"

All of a sudden, everyone was dumbfounded.

If they can recognize the immortal grass of the Lord, no matter how they rob it, it will not help.

As if they had agreed, they stopped and held their breath to see who the immortal grass would recognize as its master.

Qiyunbao? Or xuantianzong? Or... North Star College?

Between the grass floating in the air, finally, landed in an insignificant corner, in the ink song around two or three circles.

"This..."

Mo Qingge spread out his hand, the fine cloud grass seems to find a home, clever lying in the palm of Mo Qingge.

Everyone was shocked!

"How could..."

"How can this fairy grass recognize an ordinary girl as its master?"

"The girl looks ordinary. How can Xiancao recognize her as the master?"

"Yes... Why is she?"

In addition to shock, it is more unbelievable and regretful.

Even Leng Xue could not help frowning: "elder martial brother, this fairy grass must be blind. I chose this waste instead of you!"

His elder martial brother is a fourth-order alchemist. How can he not compare with Mo Qingge?

"Lengxue, don't talk nonsense!" Leng Lingqian interrupted her, stepped forward and said, "Qingge girl, Congratulations, you have become the master of this fine cloud grass."

There must be a reason why Xiancao chose Qingge girl as the host.

Mo Qingge brings the fine cloud grass into the space of Xuanwen bracelet, regardless of everyone's jealousy or dissatisfaction.

"Brother, let's go." With the fibrous cloud grass, Mo Qingge plans to leave Fenghua valley.

"Well."

"Hold on, girl!" At this time, a slightly arrogant voice sounded in my ear.

Mo Qingge casually raised her head, only to see Xuantian zongshaozong leader Long Yan, just stopped in front of her, with a slightly bad look.

Does this woman want to leave so easily after taking Xiancao?

"Could you please go to xuantianzong?" The tone of Long Yan's speech is friendly.

"Sorry, no time." Mo Qingge refused, and his tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and he didn't intend to give him face at all.

There was a sigh of surprise.

You know, xuantianzong is the first major sect in Shengzhou. Every aristocratic family has to salute Longyan.

This wench pour is so don't know good or evil, unexpectedly arrogant refused the invitation of Long Yan.

Suddenly, many girls on the scene cast a hateful look at Mo Qingge.

What a fool!