Leng Hua said in a gentle voice, looking at him and said: "It's just that the master just asked about the Immortal Lord."
"Where is she?" Mo Chen asked.
"The master has returned home, but she has things to deal with. I'm afraid she doesn't have time to see the Immortal Lord. The Immortal Lord can come back in a few days."
Hearing this, Mo Chen asked, "Are you busy with the black market owner's business?"
"That's right." Leng Hua was a little surprised that he knew this, but he still nodded.
He fell down without saying anything more, just said: "In that case, I'll come back in a few days!" As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left.
On the other side, Fengjiu went to Ling Mansion to see the owner of the black market, and then prepared the herbs she would use. Then she opened the Aurora Transmission Axis and carefully looked at it, looking for a suitable place to make the elixir.
She looked from above, but couldn't find any that suited her, so she put away the Aurora transmission axis, entered the room, and then flashed into the space.
When it comes to alchemy, what place can compare to her space? There is no one to disturb her, it is a world of its own, and the spiritual energy is rich.
However, seventh-level elixirs are not so easy to refine. Although she has been researching it for some time, the main ingredients are limited, and she cannot even have the chance of failure.
At the same time, in a base of the Five Poison Sect, the middle-aged man whose arm was chopped off by Guan Xilin came to the lobby with a pale face, knelt on one knee respectfully towards the person in the main seat, and lowered his head.
"Master, I failed in my duty!"
Even he himself did not expect that he would lose an arm after a trip to Tiandan Tower. With his immortal saint strength, this arm was chopped off just like that! How hateful!
Looking at the middle-aged man kneeling below, the man in the main seat wearing a mask and revealing only a pair of sinister eyes narrowed his eyes and said, "Did Ghost Doctor Fengjiu cut off your arm?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man lowered his head even lower: "Master, it's not the Ghost Doctor Fengjiu, but a man named Guan Xilin! I went to Tiandan Tower to check today, but Fengjiu didn't even show up."
"oh?"
The person in the main seat spoke in a slightly prolonged voice, a little surprised, but he was relieved in a blink of an eye: "It is said that this ghost doctor Fengjiu is surrounded by capable people. However, your strength is not weak, but you still had your arm chopped off. It shows that you must have underestimated the enemy."
The middle-aged man lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and said, "Master, this Guan Xilin is actually at the level of Xuanwu God!"
Hearing this, the master's heart was moved: "Martial God level? And he is a mysterious cultivator?"
"Yes, I have followed the Sect Master for many years, but I never thought that I would be defeated by a Xuan cultivator. I cannot swallow this anger, please seek justice for me!" He kowtowed heavily, because he knew that if they wanted to deal with Guan Xilin, Feng Jiu and others, the Sect Master had to do it himself, otherwise, it would be useless no matter who went!
His hand would never be cut off in vain like this! Whether it was the ghost doctor Feng Jiu! Or Guan Xilin! Or the owner of the black market! As long as there was a chance, he would not let any of them go!
Hearing this, the person in the main seat stretched out his left hand wearing a black glove and looked at them. He laughed softly with a hint of coldness: "You can leave first! In a few days, my Ten Thousand Poison Hand will be fully practiced. Then, I will slowly deal with them one by one!" As he spoke, he slowly twisted his hands, making a crackling sound...