Feng Xingying was refining alchemy, but she looked more attentive on the surface, but in fact, her wonderful eyes were silently observing the surrounding environment.
It's not that Feng Xingying doesn't want to concentrate on refining pills, it's just that this so-called low-level marrow-cleansing pill can't arouse her desire to concentrate at all.
Although the handsome combination of Prince Nangong Chu riding a snow-white unicorn horse and the Ninth Princess blinded many people's eyes like a light bulb, it was impossible for them to penetrate Feng Xingying's eyes at all.
On the contrary, it was the attic.
The gaze in the attic seems to have substance.
Feng Xingying raised his head, his eyes were like lightning, showing no hint of timidity.
"Brother Qin has good eyesight. This girl is indeed extraordinary." The man in white chuckled, and his gentle smile melted the ice in the room.
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Time passed little by little, but the whole scene was surprisingly quiet.
Feng Xingying used his strength to gain the respect of everyone.
After all, the Marrow Cleansing Pill is a noble existence that is out of reach for ordinary people, even ordinary spiritual beings.
At noon, the surrounding crowd began to become restless.
From time to time there were whispered discussions.
"Do you smell anything?"
"Stupid, that's the fragrance of elixirs. It is said that when precious elixirs become elixirs, they will be fragrant. It seems that this girl Youying is really a goddess."
"It smells so good. I feel like I'm floating after smelling it." Another person looked intoxicated and suddenly realized: "Hey, why doesn't my throat hurt anymore?"
"I feel like my whole body is full of energy."
"This is alchemy. The scene just now, looking back now, was just a child's play."
"Alchemy master, it's just different."
Such comments reached the ears of the Ninth Princess. Although she said nothing, her whole face became extremely tense.
When Feng Xingying was about to make the elixir, the palace maid Bi Rui suddenly stopped her:
"Wait a minute, how can the marrow-cleansing pill be refined in half a day? Do you think we are all fools? Your Jubao Pavilion has found a hidden person from nowhere. When the time comes to produce the pill, prepare one in advance. If the Marrow Cleansing Pill is replaced, how do we know whether it is true or false? Do we really think that there is no one in Ningzhou City?"
Feng Xingying just pretended not to hear and continued to open her alchemy furnace.
With a wink from Bi Rui, a middle-aged woman behind the Ninth Princess suddenly made a move, and a row of mighty thorns that resembled artificial cuts were directed towards Feng Xingying.
"Let the girl laugh." Sister Mei's face froze. She really didn't expect that someone would dare to touch the distinguished guests of their treasure gathering pavilion.
I saw a plum blossom in her hand swelling in the wind. The whole flower was like a translucent pink and white shield, blocking Feng Xingying's face.
This battle has just begun and is already over.
Because Sister Mei is obviously much stronger than that middle-aged woman.
It's just that Sister Mei was concerned about the royal family and did not pursue her. She just said coldly: "Who dares to act wild in the Jubao Pavilion?"
Feng Xingying's expression remained unchanged and she continued to release pills with smooth movements, as if the scene just now did not catch her eyes.
This determination alone is enough to be admired.
After all, the guards brought by the Ninth Princess were not extraordinary. They had the strength of a great spiritual master, and she did not hold back at that moment. If Sister Mei hadn't taken action, Feng Xingying might even have died on the spot.
But she was able to continue playing with her alchemy furnace without changing her expression or heartbeat.
Either that or she is very determined.
Or, her strength has surpassed that of the great spiritual master.
Most people think it's the latter.
Feng Xingying raised the corners of his lips slightly, smiled softly and whispered: "I didn't expect the Jubao Pavilion, but that's it."
Her voice was so soft that only Sister Mei behind her could hear it.
Sister Mei is also very depressed. Why does she feel like she has become this girl Youying's follower