Nothing else, Han Chujiu looks like this now, with almond eyes and peach cheeks, round face, and fierce breasts and harsh breasts. He really doesn't look very imposing.

After finally holding it back, Mr. Chang said again: "The Xutian Cauldron briefly broke through the shackles, which means that someone simulated the planting of the yuzu fruit. Isn't this a good thing? Xiaojiu, you finally have the opportunity to break the [curse]. By the way, who is your disciple?"

He was really curious about how there was such a demon in the Cultivation Continent.

Even the sycamore fruit can be planted.

However, when Han Chujiu heard his words, he became more and more furious.

"How do I know who my apprentice is? I can't sense anyone in the inheritance space at all!"

Old Chang was stunned: "What does it mean?"

Han Chujiu said furiously: "My apprentice is not waiting for me in the inheritance space. You think you are the people from the extreme realm who are making trouble. I am afraid that my baby apprentice will take revenge on Di Mingjue in the future, so I deliberately plotted against the person."

Mr. Chang twitched the corners of his mouth. Can Xiaojiu be more unreasonable?

Recently, the barriers in the northern border are weak, and ghouls invade, and the emperor has no time to chase his wife. The entire extreme realm is so busy that it is dark. Who has the heart to plot against his disciples?

"Cough cough..." Mr. Chang coughed lightly, "Why would the person who got the inheritance be no longer interested in being the successor of the Medicine King?"

As soon as these words were said, Han Chujiu's expression was instantly dull and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Mr. Chang coughed again, "You didn't think of this possibility at all, right? Cough... Maybe the one who got your inheritance was a combat monk, and they didn't want to be the medicine king..."

"No!!! Yes! Yes!" Han Chujiu shouted and interrupted Mr. Chang's words viciously, "I am the Saint Ancestor Medicine King, the only Saint Ancestor Medicine King in the world. Why should he dislike me?! No one in this world would not want to be my Han Chujiu's disciple. He must be from your extreme realm. I am afraid that my precious disciple is better than Di Mingjue, so I deliberately suppress me!"

Old man Chang has a headache.

As soon as he saw Xu Tianding, he ran over, trying to hug Xiaojiu and cry, comforting him that he had finally recovered from his pain over the years.

Can this guy Xiaojiu be a normal focus?

He sighed and said, "How could the Emperor suppress your disciple? Forget it, even if he doesn't want to take on the inheritance, he always has to overcome the tribulation and ascend? Now your trace of soul has been imprinted in her sea of ​​consciousness. As long as she ascends to the continent of immortal cultivation, without the barrier of space, you can always sense him."

"And, have you ever thought about another possibility? The three levels of the Medicine King inheritance are not easy to pass. Maybe your baby apprentice has passed the three levels but has been severely injured, so why are you recuperating? You said you are thousands of years old, can you be calm?"

Han Chujiu was stunned, and then the anger on his face immediately turned into a surprise.

"Yes, my disciple must be injured. I must be sleeping now!"

"If my disciple knew that he could be my disciple of the Holy Ancestor Medicine King, he would be overwhelmed. How could he dislike him?"

"By the way, what kind of meeting gift should be prepared for the disciple? [Guiyuan Pill]? No, it's not good, it's too high to be the top! Or [Juechen Pill] is better! But the inheritance space seems to be unable to give elixirs. Damn it, the space barrier is really annoying."

"Then I have to prepare a few sets of alchemy techniques..."

Old Chang looked at the round-faced boy in amazement, from the furious moment he just started to be so excited that he couldn't sit still for a moment.
Chapter completed!