"Naturally." Song Yueming took the blame. He continued to speak endlessly, "Not to mention the personal disciples, their winner can represent the sect to participate in the Dao Discussion Conference in a few months' time. Just the first place of this inner sect disciple can be directly promoted to the personal disciple level, which is enough to make all the junior brothers eager. The latter few can also obtain various medicinal pills and rewards, which will be of great benefit to their cultivation."

"Pills?" Hearing this, Xu Han was stunned. Even though Ye Hongjian had sent over a hundred and fifty Origin Condensation Pills, However, there were still a lot of pills left before Xu Han could repair all the meridians in his body. It was said that this competition actually had a medicinal pill reward. There was no denying that Xu Han was somewhat tempted. However, he was not a disciple of the Exquisite Pavilion. No matter how greedy he was, he did not have any chance to participate in it.

"Yes, that's right. Just the second place alone can obtain a total of fifty Origin Condensation Pills. If used properly, it can allow a Three Origin Realm cultivator to take a big step forward." Song Yueming , however, did not feel Xu Han's peculiarity and said to himself at that time.

"Then is there no other way to obtain pills in the Linglong Pavilion apart from the Mountain Gate Tournament?" Xu Han asked reluctantly.

"Of course. The Sword Hall would send out many missions every month, both inside and outside the mountain gates. For example, Senior Brother Tong's escort to Brother Xu and Junior Martial Uncle was also considered to be of this kind. However, because of the large scale of the incident, the candidates were personally chosen by the Martial Uncles. However, most of them could be accepted by the disciples themselves. After completing the mission, they would return to the sect. The sect would reward the disciples according to the difficulty of the mission, and these rewards could be exchanged for medicinal pills or other items according to their personal needs. Song Yueming continued to talk confidently. Clearly, Song Yueming was already familiar with the various rules of the Exquisite Pavilion.

This was similar to the rules in the Dark Asura Hall . After each mission, they would receive a certain reward and encourage the people below to complete these missions. After all, the Exquisite Pavilion had such a large group of people, so there was still a way to make a profit. However, it seemed that this point was only open to the disciples in the pavilion. Xu Han couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed as he thought about it. The matter of restoring his meridians wasn't as simple as he had imagined.

"By the way, Brother Xu, I think Little Martial Uncle sent you so many pills yesterday. Isn't Brother Xu not enough? I don't have any other intentions. I just wonder what's the use of those pills for Brother Xu's meridians?" Song Yueming seemed to recall something and suddenly asked.

These words were rude, Some petty people would even think that Song Yueming was deliberately mocking them, However, Xu Han knew that Song Yueming's temperament was like this, so he didn't mind. He smiled and said, "To be honest, Brother Song also knows about my lower body's problems. There is a way to repair it in the secret technique passed down by my family. However, how many pills does this method require, so .."

Xu Han did not say this on a whim, but he had thought about it for a long time.

He could only rely on Ye Hongjian to treat the injuries in his body. This time, it was fine. If it was unavoidable for someone to notice it after a long time, then he would say such an excuse again. Others might not believe it, and even if they did, they might not doubt it. Therefore, he simply said, Through Song Yueming 's mouth, This was quite convincing. Furthermore, there weren't many people in the world who had their meridians completely severed. Even if there were, there were no fewer ways to cure them. However, most likely, they would either require the help of a great figure or consume a large amount of resources. Therefore, Xu Han's so-called secret technique probably wouldn't cause much trouble.

"Is that so?" Hearing this, Song Yueming nodded his head and immediately found something from his bosom and handed it to Xu Han.

Xu Han was stunned for a moment. He took the item and took a closer look. It was actually a medicine bottle.

"I can't compare to Little Martial Uncle. There's only one Origin Condensation Pill and several Veluriyam Pills here. I wonder how much benefit it will bring to Brother Xu's injuries, but it's more or less a token of my gratitude. Please don't decline, Brother Xu."

Song Yueming said sincerely at that time.

As an inner sect disciple, Xu Han was more clear about the amount of pills distributed by the sect every month. It was only a dozen or so glass pills. The rest would probably only be exchanged after completing some of the missions given by the sect as Song Yueming had said. From this, it could be imagined that these pills were definitely an unknown wealth to Song Yueming. Xu Han did not expect that he would actually give them to him without blinking an eye.

"Brother Song, this" Xu Han subconsciously wanted to decline, but his gaze met Song Yueming 's serious expression. For some reason, Xu Han's words were swallowed by him at that time.

"My father said, I need, people urgent, take urgent to need also. This pill was originally an external object for cultivators. It could be beneficial, but it was not enough to change the fundamentals. However, it was necessary for Brother Xu to repair his meridians. I feel that it is more useful to give this item to Brother Xu. Song Yueming 's voice rang out again, his tone extremely sincere. "Let's count it as a thank you gift that I've disturbed you many times these past few days, but Brother Xu hasn't said the slightest bit of irritating words."

Hearing this, Xu Han smiled bitterly. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that there was such a stupid person like Song Yueming in this world.

He finally accepted the pill and looked up at the azure-robed youth with a faint smile on his face. He cupped his hands and said, "Brother Song, I will remember what you gave me today."

The expression on Xu Han's face and the tone in his words became extremely serious at that moment.

He had always been such a man, and he repaid him a hundredfold for the kindness he had shown him.

However, Song Yueming shook his head and said angrily, "Brother Xu and I are destined to be friends. My father once said that I don't want to repay you for your kindness, nor do I want to repay you for your kindness, but Brother Xu doesn't treat me as a friend."

Xu Han was stunned. He looked at the serious young man in front of him and waved his hand.

But secretly, he had already firmly remembered what had happened today.

No matter how the world changed, he was determined not to forget it.

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