Although the situation is still not optimistic, but prove that this period of time medicine bath is still useful, otherwise it will be a waste of her efforts and energy.

With this thought, Shen mubai breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and said, "this period of medicine bath is not useless. Although there is no improvement, it is only the first step."

"Thank you very much for your trouble."

His tone was very calm, so Shen mubai couldn't tell whether he was sincere or formal.

So she said, "let's finish this section. In a few days' time, my teacher will wash all your meridians and bone marrow for you. Although your body bone is first-class among ordinary people, you are not a monk. This kind of pain may not even be able to bear it. You..."

the banrong tone was flat, "the disciple is now a waste man, so it's OK to try it."

Shen mubai could not help but say, "these days you can walk freely in the snow spirit peak."

Yan Rong responded, "I know."

Shen mubai was preparing for the banquet of Xi Sui Dan these days. When the three disciples heard about this period of time, they were filled with grief, anger and jealousy.

In particular, Zhao he, the first disciple of Suyi Zhenren, was the first inner disciple of Suyi Zhenren. He was highly respected at the beginning. However, he stayed in the middle of foundation construction for many years and still could not break through.

At first, immortal Su Yi paid more attention to him. Later, he was disappointed and put his hope on the other two disciples, but he still failed to achieve what he expected.

Originally, she wanted to take more disciples from inner schools, but at that time, she just wanted to break through the middle stage of the golden elixir, so she simply put it aside. Later, he was calculated by Yuan Ling, and he never gave birth to the idea of accepting apprentices.

"This banquet is just a waste. What is worthy of your teacher's attention?" Zhao he sneered and became more and more jealous.

Zhang San, the second disciple, was second only to Zhao he. He had secretly admired the elder martial brother in his heart before. But now he has killed a banquet. The master has never been so kind to them. What's more, he is just a waste without spiritual roots. His resentment is hard to calm down and says, "wait, the banquet will be abandoned by the master."

"What do you mean, second elder martial brother?" Zhou Jiaqing, the third disciple, moved in his heart and asked in a hurry.

Zhang San said triumphantly, "guess what I heard the other day? Are you really a teacher? Do you really want to repair the spirit root for the banquet? We all know that the master dislikes him, if not for the discussion on that day. The immortal Yuanling was always irritated by the waste of the banquet. In his anger, the master bet with him to cure the spirit of the banquet. Otherwise, you think, why does the master care so much about this rubbish all of a sudden? "

Perhaps the three of them were so excited that they ignored not far away. The Lord in their mouth was quietly stopping there, listening to the conversation of several people, slowly tightening their hands and finally clenching them into fists.

Zhao he face dew surprised, "second younger martial brother, what you said is true?"

Zhang Sanhui said, "of course, it is true. Many people know this matter. You just ask the disciples of one peak casually." He said of this hatred and said, "if it wasn't for this banquet, our master and Xue Lingfeng would not be ridiculed by others. How could such a waste like him not die?"

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