The elders looked up at the night feathers, and the distance was just a beautiful woman.

There was no strong follower after the night feathers, but even so, still calm, not anxious, the corner of the mouth maintains a graceful arc, like a fairy.

“Thank you for your hospitality.” The night feathers took the lead and the voice was clear.

The night feathers are so stunned, the elders flashed a glimmer of light in their eyes, and their hearts flashed four words.

"A long time, I heard the name of the demon, and I saw it today. It’s different from ordinary people." The elders raised their hands slightly and let the night feathers squat.

"Presumably you are the great elder of the blood league." Night Yu smiled and sat down.

"Oh? Why do you see it?" The elders looked at them, and the demon Ji could guess his identity!

The night feather looked around and was surrounded by a layer of barriers. "It’s so careful to meet a little girl. It’s sure that this meeting will be known to others, except for the blood alliance. No one else, and the repairs of the predecessors are invisible to me, and the strength is absolutely above Huang Ling."

"Ms. Demon Ji is a good eye, it is no wonder that Long Qingyi is willing to ask you personally." The veteran of the conference pushed a cup of tea to the front of the night.

The night feathers lifted and glanced at the person behind the elders. The pupil flashed a trace of doubts. Since the blood league agreed to meet me, how could this person wear a mask.

Looking at the **** wolf with a mask, the night feathers flashed a hint of doubt in the heart, this person gave his own feelings, so familiar.

"That piece of paper should have been sent to Miss Devil Ji’s hand." The elders slowly opened their mouths.

"Yeah." Night Feather regained his gaze and turned to the elders.

"Miss Demon Ji is not afraid that this is a trap?"

The night feathers smiled slightly: "The three masters should not join hands to set up a trap for a little girl. You are the Xuan Ming Zun, I am right?"

The elders looked a sigh and sighed softly. "Blood wolf, as you said, that trick, but Miss Devil Ji."

Shi Qing respectfully bowed his head: "The elders have won the prize."

The night feathers looked up and looked at Shi Qing: "You are the blood wolf? The last time I met you in the wicked person is you?"

The night feathers vaguely remembered that the **** disciple had mentioned a **** wolf brother for a while.

"The last time there was something in the league, I was not able to entertain the host, but I also hoped to forgive me." Shi Qing’s night feathers swayed, and in order to avoid the night feathers recognizing their identity, they could change their voice with spiritual power.

The night feathers looked up and down again, and I always felt a little familiar in my heart.

"Ms. Demon Ji, we will not talk about the guest words. I heard that Miss Demon Ji is a refining pharmacist. I don't know if this is true?" The voice of the elders sank and faintly mixed with a few pressures.

The night feathers and the petite body are slightly trembled. There is actually an impulse to lift out the whole bottom of the body. The heart is dark and secret: the great elders are deeply cultivated, and only one sentence can affect the human mind.

"I think this is the best proof." Night feathers swayed with one arm and four bottles of medicinal herbs floated on the tea table.

Dan medicine?

The elders flashed a trace of surprise in the eyes, and the eyelids lifted, and a spirit of force was revealed. The corks were all floating, and the medicine was full of fragrance for a time.

What makes the elders even more surprised is that the four medicinal herbs are exactly the same, mixed together in the air, regardless of each other.

"Top grade nine Ling Dan?!" The elders are different.

"The great elders have good eyesight, the little women are not talented, and they can't refine the best medicines. The top nine spirits are the limit. I wonder if these can prove the identity of the refining pharmacists?"