Fan Lin's mouth twitched when he heard this. How could the things made by the master be worthless? Any random thing was worth a lot of money, not to mention the potions that the master kept with him just in case. How precious were they? How could money measure them
I don't know who this old man is. Why did the master call him Grandpa Tan? And why did he take out such precious pills and medicines to treat him
"You made it?"
Old Tan was slightly startled, looking at the potion in the bottle with some surprise. Was she actually the one who made this? Although he couldn't tell what grade it was, he could tell from the color that it was definitely not an ordinary potion. At least, he had never come into contact with this grade of potion.
"Well, drink it first!" Fengjiu handed it to him and motioned him to drink it first.
Seeing this, Mr. Tan didn't say anything more, thinking about drinking it first! His body was seriously injured, but he didn't know how she saved her life? And what did she use to save him? Why did he feel that the injuries in his body had eased a little after waking up
Seeing that Old Man Tan had drunk it, Feng Jiu smiled and said, "Grandpa Tan, if you have any problems here, just go find him. His name is Fan Lin, and he knows a little about medicine. He will help you recover. As for those people you are worried about, you don't have to worry anymore. They have already been here while you were unconscious. Just rest assured and recover here."
“Those people have been here? Then you…” Old Tan was startled and looked at Fengjiu involuntarily, but he saw that she was not injured.
"I wasn't injured, but those people ran away in disgrace." She held her chin with one hand and smiled, then paused and said, "Oh, by the way, the old man who led the group is dead."
The old man was hit by her punch, and the flaming fist hit his heart meridian. In addition to the power of the fist, the spiritual energy also hit his heart meridian along with the burning heat of the flame. Therefore, with just one punch, the old man was dying and finally died.
"you… "
Old Tan opened his eyes wide in shock, somewhat unbelievably. The old man who led the group was dead? The other party was a strong man at the peak of the Immortal Saint level. How could she kill such a strong man
"By the way, Grandpa Tan, are you hungry? Well, how about this! I'll have someone make you some medicinal porridge. First, it can help you recuperate, and second, it tastes good."
As she spoke, she looked at Fan Lin beside her and asked, "Do you know how to make medicinal porridge?"
"Master, rest assured. I know about medicinal food. I will ask someone to prepare it and bring it over right away." Fan Lin said as he stepped out respectfully.
"Who are you?" Mr. Tan couldn't help but ask. He looked at Fengjiu with a complex and inquiring look in his eyes.
"My name is Fengjiu! Well, I'm a woman. As for the other things..." She smiled: "It's just that I have more skills, a new identity, and more people under me."
Old Tan moved his lips, but he couldn't say anything. Not only that! Wasn't it she who destroyed the Jubao Tower? With such a terrifying ability, he was really blind before, and actually thought he was an ordinary herb-picking boy.
"Grandpa Tan, you should have a good rest! I'll leave first and come to see you tomorrow." Feng Jiu said, and then took Leng Hua out of the room. When they got outside, they happened to meet Fan Lin who had returned, and asked him to take good care of Leng Hua.