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"Brother Lan, do you have the Essence Pill?"

Lin Jinpeng's youthful nature was also distracted by the stone, and he quietly approached them.

"have."

Mo Canglan nodded without hesitation.

It is not stated clearly that the Essence Pill is in the Medicine King Valley, and it is the most common and the lowest level panacea.

He really didn't notice it.

"Let's change the storage bag."

Lin Jinpeng regained his energy immediately, his eyes sparkled: "With the storage bag, it's so convenient to store things."

"I want a flying sword, and the flying sword is more attractive."

Shitou misses Feijian, and he can't move his legs when he sees the booth where Feijian is replaced.

"You don't have to worry about these things yourself. Master will naturally arrange the best for you."

Mo Canglan raised his eyelids and glanced at the little master who was walking in front.

Thinking secretly, Master would not be interested in the things on the stall.

Taking you here for a stroll is just to give you some insight.

"Brother Lan, change something for us, you have so many panacea, just leak a little from your fingers."

The stone is not reconciled, soft and hard.

"Okay, one storage bag per person, okay?"

Mo Canglan was so entangled by him that he had no choice but to agree.

"Okay! Change the storage bag."

The youngsters all cheered up, including Wang Meng, crowding him into a booth where spirit artifacts were exchanged.

**

"Father, the astral disk has been flashing, and it should be one of those teenagers."

Ji He and his son then entered the square, Ji Beitian's complicated gaze was fixed on Lin Qingluo's back.

Thinking secretly, is he the young man who has a mentoring relationship with the ancestor.

"It's a bit troublesome."

Ji He looked down at the star disc in his palm, and rubbed the center of his brows with quite a headache.

"The ancestor only said that they would appear in Chixia Sect, but didn't say that they were a group of people. Which one is the real one?"

"Isn't there a spirit stone?"

Ji Beitian was inexplicably irritable: "Just test the spiritual root attribute."

Ji He's forehead hurts: "If you can't tell the difference anymore, this is the only way to go."

"Sister, those two people have been following us."

Lin Yixuan held Leopard Fang in his arms, saw the father and son through the bustling crowd, and stretched out his hand to tug on his sister's sleeve.

"Ignore them."

Lin Qingluo took his hand and walked forward quickly.

"Huh?"

Ji He heard the word "sister" with the tips of his ears, stroked his beard, and uttered a syllable of exclamation.

"Father?"

Ji Beitian didn't hear it, and looked at him blankly.

"There is no need to measure the spirit stone."

Ji He's eyes lit up, revealing surprise.

"Why?"

Ji Beitian's heart trembled, and he subconsciously held his breath.

"That exceptionally powerful boy is a little girl. She is not the patriarch who wants to find someone."

Ji He held the star disc in his right hand and pointed it at the siblings walking side by side.

The pointer on the star disc vibrated violently, obviously leaning towards Lin Yixuan.

"Hahaha, I found it, it's that little guy."

As expected, Ji He's face was like that, and Lao Tzu's arrogant expression made him laugh out loud with complacency.

"Little girl?!"

At the same time, Ji Beitian was dumbfounded and stood there dumbfounded.

**

Ji He fulfilled his mission and found the person the patriarch was looking for. Overjoyed, he couldn't wait to take out the sound transmission talisman to announce the good news to his old man.

He said a few words to the sound transmission talisman, waved his hand and threw it into the void.

The sound transmission talisman emitted a faint silver glow, and disappeared into the void.

"Nine-year-old kid? Could it be him?"

Thousands of miles away, on the top of the cliff, Patriarch Xiaoyao was drinking tea and discussing Taoism with his old friend. When he received the sound transmission talisman, his right eyelid shrank suddenly, and he felt inexplicable irritability.

"Hehe, in this world, there are still people who can bother you, interesting, interesting."

The Taishang Patriarch of the Kunlun School who had been reclusive for many years in the stage of becoming a god, stroked his beard and smiled, appreciating his rare embarrassment very comfortably.

??Thank you little fairy for your reward of a white lie.

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(end of this chapter)

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