"Just what?" Ye Zifeng gave Mr. Zhao a suspicious look.
Elder Zhao sighed heavily, and pulled Ye Zifeng closer.
"Oh... But, I don't know if both of their heads are flooded, and they were asked to report to their respective masters immediately, but they refused to listen, and insisted on waiting until the end of the pet hunting conference in the Nine Nether Abyss I just went, saying that I wanted to help you hunt for a demon pet."
"Help me hunt the demon pet?"
Ye Zifeng's calm expression changed, his heart moved slightly, and a trace of warmth floated up.
"Both of them are concerned about me, and they don't hesitate to offend the majesty of the master."
"Isn't it..."
Mr. Zhao showed a bitter smile on his face: "It's a pity that the two of them don't know that this time, only warriors who have awakened their martial souls can participate in the pet hunting conference. You...you have no chance to participate."
He decided to tell the truth, and let Ye Zifeng die early.
Ye Zifeng pondered for a while: "Understood, no wonder Mr. Zhao wanted to stay here for a few more days out of compensation, so you readily agreed."
Old Zhao's face darkened immediately: "Stinky boy, why are you talking? What do you mean I am out of compensatory psychology? That's why I took you in because I thought you were pitiful and had nowhere to go."
"Hahaha… "
Ye Zifeng let out a long laugh, and the expression on his face gradually became serious: "Then, according to what Mr. Zhao said, only those martial disciples who have awakened their martial souls will participate in the Pet Hunting Conference?"
"this… "
Mr. Zhao thought for a moment, the expression on his face changed instantly, and then returned to normal.
With a cheeky face, he forced a smile and said: "Of course, I, Mr. Zhao, keep my word, can I still lie to you?"
Ye Zifeng smiled: "But, I seem to have heard that this is not the only way to compete."
"You... what do you know." Zhao Lao looked at him blankly, a little stunned and speechless.
"For example, the real person's recommendation!" Ye Zifeng's eyes suddenly shot out a bright light.
Elder Zhao stared at Ye Zifeng dumbfounded, as if he was being shocked by electricity.
Ye Zifeng smiled and asked: "Why is it Mr. Zhao, isn't it like this?"
"It's only been a day, you brat, where did you get the news?" Elder Zhao's complexion was a bit ugly, since Ye Zifeng asked this question, he must have already got the news, and it would be useless for him to deny it.
Every real person has the quota to recommend three people, the opportunity is quite precious, originally he wanted to hide it for a week, but who would have expected that Ye Zifeng would have known the news in such a short period of time.
Magic weapons are precious, but timely news is more important, the former represents the present, and the latter symbolizes the future.
"Old Zhao, it doesn't matter where I got the news from. The important thing is..."
Before Ye Zifeng finished speaking, Mr. Zhao shouted decisively.
"Don't think about it, don't dream! The candidate has already been decided, and this spot will not be given to you!"
Ye Zifeng smiled slightly, turned around, and motioned him to look around, only to see a group of disciples of Mr. Zhao, looking at him from afar, with surprise in their eyes.
Although they might not be able to hear what the two of them were exchanging, the slightly gaffe-like behavior of Mr. Zhao at the moment fell into their eyes.
Upon seeing this, Elder Zhao frowned slightly, cleared his throat, and lowered his voice again.
"Brat, are you trying to make me lose my temper on purpose!"
Ye Zifeng smiled and shook his head: "Old Zhao and I have such a good relationship, what reason do I have to make you lose your temper?"
Elder Zhao looked at him blankly, not knowing how to answer him for a moment.
If he replied that the relationship is not good, then Ye Zifeng might do something, if he answered that the relationship is good, then the other party is very likely, and took the opportunity to ask for a place to participate in the Pet Hunting Conference.
Ye Zifeng seemed to be smiling calmly, but every word he said was very elegant, if he was not careful, he would be entrapped by him.
Elder Zhao took a deep breath, and said earnestly: "Ye Zifeng, to tell you the truth, as a real person, I am actually under a lot of pressure, if my disciples don't make progress, they will be scolded by their master. You can let my disciples participate in this pet hunting contest. As for your living here, I, Mr. Zhao, just turn a blind eye and let it pass."
As a real person, it was very rare for him to be able to talk to Ye Zifeng in such a gentle tone.
Ye Zifeng smiled slightly, looked at Mr. Zhao's disciples from afar, and slowly uttered five words.
"Ten Nurturing Pills."
Elder Zhao was taken aback for a moment: "What?"
"I will exchange ten spirit cultivation pills for a place in the Demon Pet Contest."
As Ye Zifeng spoke, he took out ten spiritual plants from the spiritual energy ring, lined them up, and placed them neatly in front of Mr. Zhao.
The overflowing spiritual energy is overwhelming, permeating in this space.
And the scene of him spreading out the medicinal materials was extremely shocking in the eyes of those peeping disciples.
The medicinal materials of Yuling Pill can't be said to be too precious, but for most people, it is still a very rare medicine.
Moreover, Ye Zifeng took out ten spiritual plants all at once, even Zhao Lao was stunned on the spot.
"The medicinal materials are all here, and these are the medicinal materials of the Xuanpin Yuling Pill."
Ye Zifeng's voice exploded in Elder Zhao's heart like thunder.
"You, you are..."
Ye Zifeng smiled slightly: "Since Mr. Zhao cares about his disciples and wants them to improve their realm. Then Mr. Zhao, I would like to ask, from the perspective of a master, what is the same as letting a student take a big step forward? Students take one small step, which one would you choose?"
"I… "
Ye Zifeng didn't wait for him to really answer, he paused for a moment, then smiled again and said: "Oh no, that person who went to the Nine Nether Abyss to hunt pets might even die there, then, progress and Otherwise, it would be meaningless.”
Zhao Lao looked at Ye Zifeng in astonishment, several complex colors flashed in his eyes.
He had already made up his mind to give up, this time he wanted to reject Ye Zifeng and not give him a place. However, the other party offered a bargaining chip that he could hardly refuse.
"Ten Profound Grade Nurturing Pills? Are you really able to refine them?" Mr. Zhao took a deep look at Ye Zifeng, still somewhat disbelieving in his eyes.
Ye Zifeng smiled slightly: "If I can't deliver ten Nurturing Pills before the Pet Hunting Conference next week, then Mr. Zhao won't have to give me the quota for the Pet Hunting Conference."
Zhao Lao stared at the large expanse of medicinal herbs scattered on the ground, knowing Ye Zifeng's awakening, his heart was slightly moved.
"Okay, then it's a deal!"
"Refreshing!" Ye Zifeng's mouth curled into a slight smile.
…
Now that it was finalized, Ye Zifeng took back the medicinal materials and walked straight back to his room with a calm expression.
One after another spiritual energy flickered, emitting bits and pieces of gleam, condensing and forming in the space.
Jade hands and lotus arms, gnat heads and moth eyebrows, beautiful water.
Such a stunning beauty is a ghost!
"I've been holding it in for a whole day, and it's almost suffocating me to death."
Ye Zifeng put down the martial arts book in his hand, and looked at her with a faint smile; "The you in the past, no matter how long you hold back, I don't see you saying anything more."
"In the past it was not awakened, it only had one form, so it didn't feel like it, but now it's different." Ghost Ying smiled sweetly, walked to Ye Zifeng's side, found a chair and sat down.
"By the way, kid, are you really going to help that old Zhao refine ten mysterious pills?"
Ye Zifeng smiled and nodded: "Of course, is this still fake?"
Ghosting sighed slightly; "That's really a pity, if the aura of so many pills is used to nourish me..."
"What a pity? This time, I didn't just refine ten."
Ghosting was startled when he heard the words, and looked at him with a little expectation: "You mean..."
"Anyway, I originally planned to make a breakthrough by refining the spirit cultivation pill, so I simply helped Mr. Zhao refine it. Out of the thirty pills, I picked ten of them that were not good enough for him, and he wouldn't think about the quality of the pills." Say something."
"No way, a total of thirty? Are you planning to refine them all within a week?" Ghosting's beautiful eyes were full of surprise, and he gently covered his thin lips.
Although she felt from the beginning that Ye Zifeng would finish refining these medicinal materials sooner or later, but it was still unimaginable to achieve this level in just one week.
"The Nine Nether Abyss is about to start, and the level of strength directly affects the quality of hunting monster pets. Five pills a day, if you are tired, you can still complete it..."
Ye Zifeng suddenly glanced out of the window, and saw that the grass not far away moved slightly.
"The premise is... if no one comes to make trouble." He smiled slightly, with a flash of light in his eyes.
…
In a disciple room.
"Hmph, it's unreasonable, it's unreasonable!"
"That's right, Master, he has clearly promised to give Brother Liang the place to participate in the Pet Hunting Conference, but now Ye Zifeng suddenly appeared."
"Ye Zifeng, it's this Ye Zifeng again, when he awakened the storm before, he attracted the thunder formation, which made me lose the chance to step on the Taixuan rooftop, but now it's a good thing, he came to snatch my pet hunting meeting again quota!"
Liang Dong snorted coldly, his eyes were full of resentment.
"But, maybe people don't even know who you are." Someone whispered.
Liang Dong immediately glared at him fiercely, then slapped the table heavily, with murderous look in his eyes: "What did you say?"
The man was so stared at him that he panicked and didn't dare to say anything more.
Liang Dong frowned deeply, his face clouded with rain: "Fortunately, this kid is arrogant, and he boasted that he would refine ten pills of nurturing spirits. As long as I can't hand them in before next week, then my quota for the pet hunting conference will still be 10." reserved."
"Brother Liang, tell me, what should I do?"
The smile on the corner of Liang Dong's mouth gradually turned cold: "What else can we do? We're not going to commit murder, we just need to destroy his alchemy furnace!"