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0She wanted to save him, but she was stopped by Lan Fenghuang. She smiled towards Yang Ping, which was a kind smile, and at this moment, Lan Fenghuang no longer killed people like a fool, it was as if she was the last words of an elder. "I know my own situation, it's useless."    

    

"How would we know without trying?" Yang Ping clenched her teeth, her heart was in pain, and could not bear to watch Lan Fenghuang change to another form.    

    

Lan Fenghuang couldn't help but laugh and sigh. "I would know even if I didn't try. Yang Ping, can you call me Mistress again? "    

    

Yang Ping's mouth was agape, she did not expect that Lan Fenghuang's last wish was to be called Master. Lan Fenghuang had a deep love for the old man, and was sealed for 30 years, coming out not long ago would she pass away.    

    

He felt that this was unacceptable.    

    

"Don't tell me that you're not even satisfied with my little wish?" Lan Fenghuang sighed.    

    

"Mistress."    

    

Yang Ping's eyes turned red, although she was resolute, and many people had left during the battle, she could not resist it now, and used all of her strength to endure as she gasped for breath.    

    

Lan Fenghuang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and she said happily: "Enough. The last thing I saw in my life was that I didn't go home. I left Miao Village for fifty years, and before I died, I didn't go home to see them … They probably still hate me. "    

    

"It can't be, my family will never treat you well." Yang Ping consoled.    

    

Lan Fenghuang took out a box and handed it over to Yang Ping: "You called me Mistress, but I don't have anything to give you. This is my life's work and effort, the Military God entered the Miao Territory to obtain this kind of thing back then, but I rejected it."    

    

"You have to keep it safe. Unless you are a saint, you cannot make it public, because it will bring you danger. If Military God and the rest were to see this, they would do whatever it takes to get her. "    

    

"Thank you, Mistress."    

    

Yang Ping received it and said doubtfully: "Lord Military God is supported by the military. They wouldn't do anything to rob people right?"    

    

Lan Fenghuang reached out and caressed Yang Ping's hair to help him tidy it up, as if she was looking at his own child, and said reluctantly, "Now I finally know why Dao Zun wanted to kill you. Because you have an energy that can change this world. "    

    

Yang Ping laughed bitterly.    

    

This praise was truly unacceptable.    

    

Lan Fenghuang knew that there was not much time left and she replied, "Military God is not simple. You must be careful in the future and not trust anyone.    

    

The world above was the world of saints.    

    

What exactly did Lan Fenghuang want to express?    

    

"Power is the cause of depravity. "You will always remember that the one who stands at the top has only himself in his heart." Lan Fenghuang gave a forlorn smile, "A saint, has a lot of helplessness."    

    

Gradually, Lan Fenghuang's aura disappeared and she became one with the Parasol Tree.    

    

The rain of light fell from the sky, and as if a phoenix had landed on a Parasol Tree, its resonant cry resounded in Yang Ping's mind. Yang Ping saw that Lan Fenghuang had really turned into a phoenix.    

    

"Be careful of Dao Zun. I'm just her pawn. "    

    

Lan Fenghuang explained, leaving behind the last sound.    

    

Yang Ping trembled and shouted: "Who is Dao Zun?"    

    

There was no sound.    

    

Lan Fenghuang might not want to say it, because with Yang Ping's current realm, he was not worth mentioning in front of Dao Zun, so he was afraid that he would be trapped in a dangerous situation. Maybe she didn't want to mention it, because the word Dao Zun represented the supreme realm.    

    

Who could resist?    

    

When Lan Fenghuang left, the Dragon City University s lit up.    

    

Yang Ping looked at the box in her hands and still hadn't recovered from her grief. She said softly, "A saint would also die."    

    

The box was not big. It was about the size of a palm.    

    

However, it was very heavy, at least one hundred jin. There were many carvings of phoenixes on the outside of the box. They provided the sun, moon and stars, emitting a mysterious aura. Yang Ping gently opened it. Inside was a ball of white light that looked soft like a ball of white cotton.    

    

"Whiz!"    

    

When the box was opened, the white cotton immediately disappeared and was shot towards the center of her brows.    

    

Yang Ping was shocked. The ball of white light sunk into the space between her eyebrows and merged with the black dot from before, forming a Tai Chi Yin-yang Fish. The Yin-yang Fish's symbol faintly appeared between her brows, and then, countless knowledge of scriptures entered her mind.    

    

His face instantly turned blank.    

    

Witch nerve!    

    

Yang Ping's face kept changing. She never thought that the thing that Lan Fenghuang left behind would be the Lich's Nerve. This was the source and the most valuable treasure of all magic spells. If she could obtain it, she would be able to break all spells. He was the descendant of the Immortal Medicine Sect and possessed unparalleled medical skills. However, if she had more spells, they could be verified and complemented each other. The world was vast, so what could not be solved?    

    

In the huge treasury, Yang Ping found more than ten ways to come into contact with the Phoenix Wizard Poison.    

    

Good stuff!    

    

Yang Ping was reluctant, and sighed. She had a better impression of Lan Fenghuang. If she really became a mistress, it might be a good choice. Unfortunately, she left, leaving behind such a valuable object.    

    

Other than the Witch Nerve, there was another thing lurking between his eyebrows. For the time being, I don't know what's the use of it. He only felt that the combination of black and white would cause the dark energy in his body to meet its nemesis. It would hide itself even deeper, not daring to show itself. Because he had received a blow earlier, the dark energy had been ready to act. But now, it was lying in wait, afraid of the white dot.    

    

Just what was it that even the Lord Military God coveted?    

    

Raising her head to look at the Parasol Tree, Yang Ping said seriously: "Mistress, don't worry, I won't let you down. Also, the next time we meet that old man, I will definitely scold him.    

    

The leaves of the Parasol Tree swayed, as if it heard Yang Ping's words, and started dancing happily.    

    

Yang Ping turned and left, and she quickly returned to the infirmary.    

    

The Phoenix was merely knocked out. There was not much of a problem. After Yang Ping helped her inspect her body, she nodded and said: "She has completely recovered. Even the Wizard Poison that she left behind in the past have all disappeared."    

    

Phoenix nodded and could not help but ask, "What about her?"    

    

Yang Ping's hand stiffened in midair. She forced out a smile and sighed: "She went to the place she wanted to go."    

    

Phoenix was extremely intelligent and knew that there was a problem. She said, "A person cannot be revived even if they die."    

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Yang Ping pretended to be relaxed, and laughed: "Isn't it strange that I have only known Senior Lan Fenghuang for a day, but it seems like we have known each other for a long time. It is as if I heard the voice of a child in my mind, and it came from Senior Lan Fenghuang."    

    

Phoenix shook her head, revealing a worried expression.    

    

Lan Fenghuang's death had greatly stimulated him.    

    

"It's a pity we didn't have a good chat. Sigh, I really don't know how to describe that feeling, it's just that it's very empty, "Yang Ping frowned, dissatisfied.    

    

Lan Fenghuang got up and walked towards the kitchen and said: "Let me make you something to eat."    

    

Yang Ping nodded, and looked out the window in a daze.    

    

Just then, the phone rang. Yang Ping was too lazy to pick it up, only when the phone rang for the second time, she looked down and saw the old man's number. This was the first time she hadn't been so expectant about the old man's phone call. He just wanted to be quiet.    

    

That's all.    

    

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long.    

    

A person came into the infirmary. He held a jar of wine and took a big step forward. After that, he sat down in front of the doctor and slammed the jar of wine onto the table. With a loud bang, the aroma of wine wafted in the air. "Have a drink?"    

    

Yang Ping raised her head, saw that face that was even more beautiful than a woman, and that severed hand, and laughed: "Why not?"