Lu Hen Ge's face darkened.
How many pounds?
Treat him as a mobile blood bank?
The old man was so angry that he laughed, and said in a bad tone: "Old man, don't go too far."
Master Weng Dan shook his beard and said, "Then pour a bowl of blood. One bowl is not too much, right?"
This is okay.
Lu Hen Ge took out the ancient sword and cut his wrist directly. Light golden blood flowed out of his blood vessels and into a jade bowl.
Seeing this.
Master Weng Dan's eyes widened as he kept muttering, "Good stuff, this is really good stuff!"
Dragon blood is the most advanced medicinal ingredient for alchemy.
But it is too difficult to find dragon blood now.
The old man also looked straight.
only.
The old man was looking at the ancient sword.
A blacksmith and an alchemist, each found what he liked most.
After the jade bowl was filled, Lu Hen Ge gently stroked it with his palm, and the wound on his wrist healed quickly, and it was completely healed in just a few breaths.
It was just a bowl of blood, which was fine with Lu Hen Ge.
Master Weng Dan withdrew his gaze somewhat reluctantly and looked at the old man: "You can pass a message to Song Kuang. His cultivation is higher and it is safer."
The old man nodded.
This concerns Song Ke's safety and cannot be neglected.
Just half a day.
Song Kuang and Hu Yun rushed over.
Lu Hen Ge bowed apologetically: "Master Song, Madam Song, I was negligent."
Song Kuang patted Lu Hen Ge's shoulder and said, "Boy, I don't blame you. I know what happened. You were distracted and exhausted at the time. You tried your best."
Hu Yun had no intention of blaming Lu Henge. Instead, she felt a little guilty. If she had killed the Gu Taoist, she wouldn't be in trouble now.
"Let's get started."
Song Kuang said in a serious tone.
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