"Hey, what happened? Why did he faint?" Hunyuanzi asked anxiously.
Fengjiu glanced at him and said, "Don't worry, you won't die." She slowly and methodically turned the silver needle, and a trace of spiritual energy was injected into the man's body through the silver needle. Then, a stream of light smoke seeped out from the top of his head. As the smoke seeped out, his originally flushed face gradually returned to normal.
Seeing this scene, Hun Yuan Zi let out a sigh of relief, and looked at Feng Jiu involuntarily, thinking to himself: This young man in green is quite capable. He was able to detoxify the drug that the old man couldn't in just a few moves.
At this time, outside, the people from those families gathered together and talked.
"I didn't expect to meet Hunyuanzi from Xingyun Immortal Sect here. If we can get his recommendation, it would be a great fortune for our family members to enter Xingyun Immortal Sect."
"How can it be that easy? Xingyun Immortal Sect is one of the four major sects along with the other three immortal sects, and the recruitment of disciples is extremely strict. Two of my descendants have been there for three consecutive years and have not been able to pass the entrance exam to the four major sects. We didn't help much today, so this Hunyuanzi doesn't have to give us credit."
"But who is that man? Could he be a descendant of the Hunyuanzi family?"
“Not really.”
"And that young man, I don't know where he came from, but I think he caught Hunyuanzi's eye." Another person said, looking at the tightly closed door and sighed.
It is rare to meet Hunyuanzi from the Xingyun Immortal Sect. If he can give them a letter of recommendation, or agree to take one or two of their younger generations into the sect, then their family's status in the local area will also rise.
After about an incense stick of time, everyone heard voices coming from the side room. Because the volume was quite loud, they could hear it clearly even from outside. So they looked at each other and listened attentively.
In the side room, by the table, Fengjiu looked at the things on the table with a look of disgust: "No way? Just these things? They don't look valuable!" She picked up a magic weapon and looked at it, saying: "Could this be something you got from someone else? Look, none of these are decent."
The things on the table were a bit messy, there were daggers inlaid with jewels, some flying magic tools, some self-defense magic tools, or some treasures to play with, they were all very ordinary and not at all pleasing to her eyes.
"You don't like these?" The old man stared, raised his eyebrows, picked up a magic weapon and said, "Look at this, I got this from a flying immortal monk, it can withstand several attacks from strong men, and this, this is a flying magic weapon, its speed is beyond doubt, and these, look, this one is actually not bad either."
Feng Jiu glanced at them and said, "I don't like them. They are worthless. They are not pretty, nor are they practical. If I want to, I can get more of these things than you."
"Why are you so picky? So tell me, what do you want?" the old man asked as he sat down at the table.
She curled her lips, glanced at him, and said, "It must be a good thing! After all, it saved that person's life! You know, if I didn't find you two, old and young, quite interesting, I wouldn't bother to treat you."