Without knowing what he was thinking, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but smiled, and handed the bottle of nectar to Yan Song, raising his eyebrows and said: "Old Yan, are you interested in making a hand to challenge the difficulty of the ten-tier pill?"
"Steward Zhuo, you let me practice?" Yan Song couldn't help licking some dry lips, and Yan Song was at a loss. He wanted to make a move, but also worried. What's up!"
"What are you afraid of, what we have is that the elixir is not afraid of depletion!"
With an indifferent wave of his hand, Zhuo Fan laughed very freely, then took out a piece of tissue paper and handed it over, smiling: "This is the Heavenly Pill, if you can make it, not only will Lao Li be rescued," In the future, Luo Jiaerlang will also benefit a lot!"
Hearing this, Yan Song chuckled, and unceremoniously took over all the elixir and elixir, and praised: "It is really a blessing for our alchemist to have a local tyrant like Zhuo steward as a backer! Don't worry, The old man must earnestly refining, and will never disappoint the cultivation of the steward Zhuo!"
Yan Song's eyes were firm, and Zhuo Fan nodded slightly when he saw it.
After that, Zhuo Fan contemplated the day of the final battle, and by the way made the corpses of those newly acquired strong men into battle puppets. In this way, seven days passed in an instant.
Just when Zhuo Fan wanted to check the progress of Yan Song's refining the Tongtian Pill, Yan Song had already found the door with a big smile and exclaimed: "Steward Zhuo, Steward Zhuo, I succeeded, succeeded. …"
His eyes lit up, and Zhuo Fan seemed to be a little surprised.
After all, Yan Song has just entered the ranks of the 9th-rank alchemy master, and now he has finished refining the tenth-rank alchemy so easily? Originally, he was still thinking about this first bottle of Tianyu Dew, but he asked him to practice his hands, and then he could only make progress when he reached the tenth bottle. He didn't expect...
As soon as he thought of this, Zhuo Fan's eyes became more appreciative.
This Yan Song really deserves to be the King of Poisonous Hand Medicine, and his pill refining talent is different from ordinary people. If he could meet his Demon Sovereign and tune up earlier, his current achievements are definitely not only the Ninth-Rank Alchemy Master!
Yan Song hadn't thought about so much, but he was crazy, ran to him with joy, handed a porcelain bottle in his hand, grinned and said, "Steward Zhuo, look at the quality of my ten-pin pill. Although there is a bottle of jade dew, the old man only made this one!"
"One is already very good!" Nodding slightly, Zhuo Fan showed a cheerful expression and opened the cork.
Suddenly, an energetic pill gas suddenly rushed out, making people feel energetic when they heard it, and the blood flow was immediately unblocked.
The look in Zhuo Fan's eyes was even more different, and he didn't expect that this tenth-grade pill had actually reached the top-grade list. You know, this is the first time this old man has made ten-grade pill. It is a miracle to have such an achievement.
So apart from anything else, Zhuo Fan immediately stuffed the pills into his mouth, sat down on the spot, and began to refine the medicinal power.
Three hours later, after hearing a buzzing buzzing sound, Zhuo Fan's aura suddenly rose. He actually reached the first level shortly after breaking through the fifth stage of the Profound Sky Realm, becoming a master of the sixth stage of the Profound Sky Realm.
Slowly opened his eyes, Zhuo Fan felt the whole body's muscles and veins are big and smooth, it seems to be much broader and tougher than before, and he was overjoyed and said: "Hahaha... well, old Yan, the quality of your Tongtian Pill is already pretty good. I didn’t expect the effect of the medicine to be so good. Yan Lao, you are really a genius in the alchemy world!"
A flush across his cheeks, Yan Song scratched his head embarrassedly with an old face full of joy.
"Here, I'll give you all of this. Practice your hands, let Old Li regain his strength as soon as possible!" Zhuo Fan stood up and immediately took out ten more bottles of Tian Yulu and handed it over.
When Yan Song saw it, he was shocked, and hurriedly connected with joy. The corners of his mouth almost reached the back of his head with a grin: "Hehehe... like we are alchemists, we can have a rich man like you behind us, really. What a great happiness!"
"Old Yan, it's not that I'm Zhuo Fan boasting, now I don't lack any rare medicinal materials. As long as you keep practicing alchemy, I won't be afraid to splurge!"
She couldn't help shaking his body, Yan Song gave Zhuo Fan a deep look, and then nodded heavily, eyes full of excitement.
As an alchemist, it is the lifelong wish of every alchemist to continuously challenge himself, advance to a higher level, and refine a higher-rank pill.
However, the reality is cruel. Let’s not talk about your own alchemy level and how well your cultivation is progressing. It’s not that easy to get just a high-rank heaven and earth treasure.
Even if it takes decades to find a heaven and earth elixir, once it is destroyed in alchemy, it will be destroyed by many years of hard work.
Like Zhuo Fan, now, arbitrarily squandering those treasures of heaven and earth that people have never heard of to his alchemists is a prodigal act that has never been done since ancient times.
After all, the resources in Zhuo Fan's hands are the first of the five ancient sacred beasts, the great wealth that Qingtian Kunpeng has collected since the ancient times. Although it may be only a small fraction of it, but this small amount is enough to be rich enough to rival the entire continent.
It can be said that there is probably no sect or power in this continent that can be more abundant than Zhuo Fan's family!
Yan Song followed Zhuo Fan with tears in his eyes. Xindao chose this path at the beginning, and he really chose the right way. This Zhuo Fan is really a damn reliable master!
If Zhuo Fan's local tyrant-style burning money is known by other alchemists, he must swarm and hug his thighs!
Such a nouveau riche, but everyone dreams of making friends.
Local tyrants, let's be friends...
"Brother Zhuo, it's okay, something happened to the foster father!" At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded, Zhuo Fan and the two turned to look, but they saw Luo Yunhai running towards them in a panic.
Yan Song saw it, and hurriedly bowed: "Young Master!"
Zhuo Fan's face was flat, as if he had expected it, and he said lightly: "Dugu Zhantian is a foolish and pedantic man. This catastrophe is also the result of this disaster. There is nothing fuss about!"
"Why... Brother Zhuo, you've already expected it?" Luo Yunhai stared at Zhuo Fan blankly and muttered.
Nodding slightly, Zhuo Fan’s eyes flashed with a wise light: “Of course, otherwise, after we defeated the emperor’s gate that day, and found that the lonely army is around, why would I ignore it? Could I really be so arrogant? Ha ha... Because I know that there are people who want to die alone than us!"
"Queen Rong!" His brows trembled, and the emerald jade slip in Luo Yunhai's hand trembled unconsciously.
Glancing at him, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but chuckle: "So that's it, the old man sent a letter for help, and the army of Inu Rong surrounded him. In this way, everything is normal!"
"Brother Zhuo, no matter what, now the foster fathers are in trouble, they are besieged in the solitary valley by the army of dogs, and they have no water and food. You can think of a way to save them!"
Luo Yunhai looked anxious, but Zhuo Fan smirked noncommittal: "Save? Save what? They wanted to wipe us out before, so now they send a letter to let us save, why?"
Luo Yunhai's breath stagnated and fell silent.
Yan Song on the side also smiled dumbly, and persuaded: "Young Master, previously the lone lonely warrior who is unsympathetic and unrighteous, wants to be an enemy of us. Now that we are in trouble, he actually asks us, the traitor he wants to annihilate. Isn't it a big joke, hahaha..."
Luo Yunhai bit his lip, did not speak, for a long time, before murmured, and lamented: "No matter what he treats me, he is also my foster father. Even if he wants to send troops to attack me, he will act according to orders and has nothing to do with him. How can a adoptive father be loyal and filial throughout his life, but how can he violate the king’s order? I believe that when he sent troops, he didn’t want to meet us with swordsmen in his heart..."
"so what?"
However, before Luo Yunhai could finish speaking, Zhuo Fan coldly interrupted: "If he really wants to destroy us and send troops to crusade, I will respect him three points. He clearly refuses to be in his heart, but he has to act against his will. Undefeated. God of War? Humph, what a ridiculous title. How can someone who can't even obey his heart be undefeated? He has been defeated by the king and his loyalty. He is the biggest loser in the world. Don't ask right or wrong, no To ask where the heart is, but to ask only those who are loyal to the emperor is the most foolish in the world, and there is more than guilty death!"
"Okay, Mr. Zhuo makes sense!"
Yan Song clapped his hands and cheered, and continued to persuade Luo Yunhai: "Young Master, the old man had broken the relationship between father and son with you at the beginning, but now he still wants to crusade his righteous son for the sake of the emperor's life. So ruthless and ruthless. Righteous old man, what are you doing to him?"
Luo Yunhai remained silent, his face was painful, and he muttered for a long time before murmured again, but he stopped begging for mercy. Instead, he remembered the past: "Brother Zhuo, I wonder if you still remember, the Luo family was in trouble. , You can obviously leave and venture into the world alone. But you have to take our sisters and brothers and Pang command three oil cans to fight with powerful enemies all the way, fight to this day, several times to escape, why on earth?"
"Can't put it down!" His brows trembled slightly, and Zhuo Fan spit out these three words coldly.
"Why can't you let it go?" Luo Yunhai continued to ask.
After thinking about it a little, Zhuo Fan said faintly: "What you want in your heart, don't let it go!"
"So... Me too!" Luo Yunhai pointed to his heart, with a sincere expression: "If this time the foster father has an accident, I will not be able to save my life. From now on, there will be great regrets in my heart. Brother Zhuo, you Just now I said that I must act according to my heart's direction. This is my heart's direction, not at the mercy of father and son. I hope you can help me get it done!"
Looking at him deeply, Zhuo Fan narrowed his eyes and said nothing. Luo Yunhai also stared at his eyes closely, full of sincerity.
After a long time, Zhuo Fan said: "Old Yan, go call the little third son, we and Yunhai will go to Guhong Valley!"
As soon as this remark came out, Luo Yunhai's pupils lit up and his face opened with joy.
Yan Song was taken aback for a moment and murmured: "Steward Zhuo, you really want to save that old guy! If he is saved, the emperor asks him to beat us again, wouldn't it be more troublesome for us?"
"It doesn't matter, I'm not going to save the lonely old man, but just executing the Patriarch's orders. This is the Patriarch's wish. As a housekeeper, I will definitely help him to do it!" A terrifying light flashed in his eyes, and Zhuo Fan's body was domineering.
When Luo Yunhai saw it, he thanked him again and again, and was very excited. Yan Song shook his head with a laugh, and went to find Gu Santong to send a message...