Ancient fairy doctors in the city

"I gave you the ore, how long will it take you to transform?" Zhao Yang asked after thinking for a while.

"It will probably take a few years." Shenqiang said after thinking about it.

"Let's talk about it after Yin Yang Wood reaches the quasi-emperor realm." Zhao Yang said softly, "Don't worry, that ore is yours, so you can't escape."

Yin Yang Wood is in retreat at this time, and Po Jun is also in retreat.

If the sharp gun is closed again, what will Zhao Yang do if he encounters something?

In addition, don't forget that the Hundred Refining Furnace and Thunder Orb are also closed.

There are almost no available people around Zhao Yang.

"All right?" Sharpshooter said reluctantly.

Zhao Yang didn't say anything more, turned around and left Pojun's small world.

Po Jun's small world has given Zhao Yang certain authority, so he can enter and exit freely.

There is a river between the fourth district and the third district.

It's called weak water.

Weak water is a terrible existence, even if it is the existence of the golden fairyland, if it is contaminated with a little bit, the soul will dissipate and the body will melt.

Only quasi-sages can barely survive with their holy power, but since 6000 years ago, weak fish appeared in weak waters.

The Weak Fish is a giant fish monster that feeds on quasi-holy and holy beings.

Therefore, if you want to cross the weak water these years, you can only use a flat boat that appears on the weak water.

"Which faction does the boat belong to?"

"The boat is driven by an old man wearing a straw hat. The breath of that old man is like weak water, so everyone guesses that the old man is from weak water."

"Has anyone tried it?"

"There was once a great sage who tried to make a move, but was pierced by the bamboo pole in the old man's hand, and fell on the spot."

"Is that old man a quasi-emperor?"

"Probably yes."

"I want to know how many people the boat can take?"

"The boat looks small, but it actually has a lot of space. Let alone 5000 to [-] people, even [-] to [-] people can get in."

"I just want to know if Bingzhou has never had any accidents?"

"never heard of that."

"Are there any taboos in riding a flat boat?"

"As long as you honestly pay a Divine Soul Pill from the early stage of the Golden Immortal Realm, and don't cause trouble on the boat."

After Zhao Yang came to the bank of Ruoshui, he originally wanted to use the sharp gun to cross over, but after hearing the discussion of these monks, he decided to take a boat to see.

At this time, a man from the horned dragon tribe walked up to a girl in Tsing Yi with a smile, "Little lady, where is she from?" He said as he put his big hand on her shoulder.

The girl in Tsing Yi took a step back, avoiding the man's An Lushan's hand.

"Please respect yourself." The girl in Tsing Yi frowned.

"Hiding? How dare you hide? It's your blessing that I have taken a fancy to you." The man of the horned dragon clan was enraged by the girl in Tsing Yi.

A look of uneasiness appeared on the face of the girl in Tsing Yi.

But the monks around were all holding the mentality of watching a play, which made the girl in Tsing Yi feel a burst of sadness.

"Be honest and be a maid who warms the bed, and I will love you well in the future." The man of the horned dragon clan laughed when he saw the girl's grief and indignation.

Immediately, his big hand grabbed the shoulder of the girl in Tsing Yi, and the moment he was about to grab it, there was a click, and his arm was broken violently.

"How dare a lowly beast bully my human woman?" Zhao Yang's cold voice pierced the sky.

"Who do you call an animal?" The horned dragon man was furious.

Zhao Yang grabbed his neck with his backhand, and pressed half of his body into the weak water.

Half of his body melted immediately.

Ah!

The horned dragon man screamed.

"Let go of my son." At this moment, an old horned dragon rushed over, its eyes were red and full of killing intent.

"I said how dare this grandson be so arrogant? So you are still standing behind him?" Zhao Yang reached out to the old horned dragon with his big hand.

Hold the moon.

It is true that at this time, the Moon Lancer has no power.

But who made Zhao Yang's cultivation reach the quasi-sage high level?

And that old horned dragon is only an intermediate quasi-sage, and his intermediate quasi-sage is not as good as Zhao Yang's early quasi-sage.

So he was captured by Zhao Yang's moon-holding hand like a chicken.

"I don't know if your quasi-sage body can carry weak water?" Zhao Yang said, throwing the old horned dragon into weak water.

The old horned dragon screamed in the weak water.

The flesh and blood on his body fell off in large pieces, and within a few breaths, the stubble of bones was exposed.

"Father." The little horned dragon yelled when he saw his father.

At this time, how does it not know that it has kicked the iron plate?

The old horned dragon charged upward several times, but each time Zhao Yang slammed it into the weak water again.

After repeating this several times, the old horned dragon made no more sound.

Seeing the disappearing old horned dragon, the face of the little horned dragon was full of killing intent, "My lineage is a holy place in the third district. I don't know how many people saw this scene today. I can tell you responsibly, you It's over, and no one can save you."

Hearing this, Zhao Yang fished up the little horned dragon with only half of its body left, "It seems that you have great confidence in your horned dragon clan. In this case, I will give you a chance to show you how the horned dragon clan kills you of me?"

After saying that, Zhao Yang threw the little horned dragon into the spiritual pet bag.

"Xue'er thank you for saving my life, Master." At this moment, the girl in Tsing Yi stepped forward to express her gratitude to Zhao Yang.

"We are all humans, so we should watch and help each other." Zhao Yang said with a smile.

There was a gleam in the eyes of the girl in Tsing Yi.

There are many human races here, but only Zhao Yang stands out.

The girl in Tsing Yi is cold-tempered and not good at talking.

Zhao Yang is not a person who has nothing to say, so the two stood quietly by the Ruoshui River and waited.Two hours later, an old man wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat slowly drove a small boat.

"Get on board and pay a Soul Pill." The old man said indifferently after landing.

His voice was really cold, as if mixed with ice scum.

All the monks present knew the horror of this man, so everyone lined up obediently.

When it was Zhao Yang and the girl in Tsing Yi's turn, the girl in Tsing Yi took out two Soul Pills and put them on the plate, "It's for the two of us."

Zhao Yang was stunned, and then smiled.

Since the girl in Tsing Yi paid, Zhao Yang did not refuse.

No need.

It's just a soul pill.

Half an hour later, as many as 6000 people boarded the boat.

Then the boat set sail.

Standing on the boat, the girl in Tsing Yi slightly opened her cherry lips and said, "Is this your first time riding a boat?"

"Yes."

"Every time the boat passes through the weak water, it will be attacked by weak fish." The girl in Tsing Yi looked at Zhao Yang and said, "Fortunately, I haven't heard of any accidents in these years?

"Do you know his origin?" Zhao Yang said and glanced at the old man in coir raincoat.

"The old chief of the horned dragon clan once tried to test this one, but he was blown away by this volleying finger." The girl in Tsing Yi said through voice transmission, "The old chief of the horned dragon clan is an existence in the second level of the quasi-emperor realm."