Ling Jing smell speech was dumbfounded. He thought about sealing, but he forgot that he had been integrated with the mirror. Wouldn’t it be said that he would have to look at this woman’s face after he died?
"You’d better behave yourself or I don’t mind keeping you in the mirror all the time." Ye Qianlong recalled him and threw the mirror in.
When the mirror entered that second, Ye Qianlong felt that his head was slightly connected, and then he silently said, "Congratulations to the master, you have become a real mage from today."
Chapter one hundred and fifty The dog fights the man.
"What’s the matter?" Ye Qianlong rubbed his sore temples and heard someone growling in the room.
"An old megatron Sanjie mage will one day be subject to a girl with no hair." Ling wanted to continue talking, and Ye Qianlong broke his spiritual link with him because he was too noisy.
"He used to be a powerful mage who was sealed in this mirror by the magic statue. He can only open the seal for him when he meets another mage, and the master can help him with his strength at the same time." Silently said.
Ye Qianlong raised his eyebrows when this mirror was delivered by himself, but I didn’t expect it to be sealed with a mage.
"But master, I find that you haven’t been promoted for a long time, but there is no breakthrough opportunity. My master is going to be promoted in the ring, but there is no movement." This matter has been noticed for a long time, and it is indeed difficult for many wizards to break through the situation, but such a talented master should not be in this situation
"Master, it’s time for us to start. We have to get to this mountain. If it’s too late, someone else will take the Gankun fan away." Taotao said seriously
Ye Qianlong nodded and said to Taotao, "What is your occupation?"
"Cure" Taotao is a little worried. Looking at Ye Qianlong, I am afraid that Ye Qianlong will abandon her. After all, in this road, except for the refiner, other professions are looked down upon.
Wen Yan Ye Qianlong glanced at the elegy tilting his face and said, "Teach well later."
On hearing this, Taotao suddenly became anxious. "Master, do you think I am too low to want me?"
Looking at Taotao’s tearful Ye Qianlong, he said, "Elegy, he is a priest. He practices spells just like your healing skills, and you can’t learn my spells."
Hearing Ye Qianlong say this, Taotao turned his head and gave a big gift to the elegy, "Good Teacher."
Elegy can’t help but raise my eyebrows and stretch out my hand to pull up Taotao. "I’ll teach you well after being good."
A few people drove in the direction of the dark mountains, and Taotao told them many things. In the demon continent, the status of refiners is high, while that of pharmacists is so high that almost everyone can come out and laugh at it.
On the second morning, Ye Qianlong entered a busy city. This place looked bustling and there was nothing unusual. Several people casually found a restaurant to eat. Several people sat on the first floor. Before they had a few bites of this meal, someone fell from the second floor and just hit Yin Yichu’s desktop.
Although it was retired, several people’s clothes were still stained with some oil and water. Immediately, I saw a gorgeous man walk to the fence on the second floor and said, "A pharmacist dares to sit next to the young master and eat. How do you arrange this?"
The shopkeeper smiled and bowed and said, "Calm down, calm down, I’ll sweep this garbage out of the house."
All the people in the house are used to this kind of scene and turn their heads to eat.
Ye Qianlong slowly reached out his hand before the young man got up. The young man’s back ached and he saw a slender hand. He paused and put his hand on Ye Qianlong’s hand.
Ye Qianlong gently pushed the boy to get up and then threw a bottle of medicine to the boy. "Why did they hit you?"
"Accustomed to" the young man shook hands and bowed his head and said,
"Dignity is given by yourself, but I’m not used to it." Ye Qianlong turned to the shopkeeper and said, "The shopkeeper ruined our meal before eating it. What do you do?"
The shopkeeper didn’t answer, "That’s your bad luck. You just sat there."
The shopkeeper just naturally saw Ye Qianlong’s move, and naturally he befriended pharmacists, that is, pharmacists’ profession. It’s good that he didn’t immediately drive them away, and they were unappreciative.
"Get out of here. The pharmacist also thought that it was a dream for me to eat in Liuxianglou. Garbage is also a delusion for people to sit together." The shopkeeper then went over to curry favor with the crepe man and never spoke to Ye Qianlong again.
"This is you ask for it for a while, don’t cry." Ye Qianlong snorted. She really doesn’t like these dog-eyed people.
In the crowd watching Ye Qianlong leisurely walk the stairs, and then when the shopkeeper didn’t react, he kicked the shopkeeper on the floor and smashed it on a desktop. Those people were not so lucky. The food was spilled all over their faces, and another person was kicked in the face by the shopkeeper and fell to the ground.
"Come and kill this rubbish for me and still dare to come to my Liuxiang Building for dinner," said the shopkeeper as he got up from the ground.
"Come on, let me show you what a real pharmacist is." Say Ye Qianlong pulled the man who was watching the play with one hand, took out a bottle of medicine, poured it into his mouth and threw the man to the ground.
At this time, the man in the restaurant has gathered around, and the root is not Ye Qianlong’s hands. The rose blew a few breaths and those people flew away from the stairs.