"Are you okay?" An Yiyi's legs were shaking a little at this moment!

Ma De, this Gong Liang in front of me is a third-grade alchemist. And, look at his level, he is a standard alchemist.

And Zhang Fan, this fool, is looking at Gong Liang making alchemy with wide eyes at this moment. Can he not panic?

If Zhang Fan can't defeat Gong Liang, not only will Zhang Fan die, but he will also die.

Could it be that I, An Yiyi, had no conscience in my previous life? That this life will be so miserable, that it is my turn to die? Who can I tell you the truth about this?

"How can a man say no, please remove the word "?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and said.

If nothing else, you can refine more than a hundred pills in one day.

Rubbish!

A batch of garbage!

There is no suspense at all, okay? Those tens of millions of pills were made by me alone, okay?

"Haha!" Murong Xiaoxiao, who was watching the show, also looked at Zhang Fan with interest.

Where did this kid come from, with his look of disdain and confidence?

She didn't believe that Zhang Fan was already a third-grade alchemist at this age.

You know, Gong Liang is now in his forties, and he was a genius selected and trained by Baoling Pavilion since he was a child.

Now it’s only the third grade!

Zhang Fan is in his twenties, and he has never seen an alchemy furnace before. To say that Zhang Fan is a third-grade alchemist, she would not believe it even to death.

Zhang Fan, on his side, looked at Gong Liang's performance with a bored expression!

After watching it for a while, I closed my eyes out of boredom.

"Call me in twenty hours." Zhang Fan said to An Yiyi.

It’s boring, it’s better to sleep!

To be honest, apart from the good-looking alchemy furnace, Gong Liang's alchemy, the rest...

Nothing!

Damn, that cheap master Ruan Yunxiao is refining elixirs, that's how he behaves as a master.

He saw it once and was fascinated by it.

Gong Liang, this is really too low-level.

Seeing Zhang Fan close his eyes, An Yiyi started to tremble all over.

"Xiao Fan, don't give up on treatment. We still have time to save it. I will find whatever medicinal materials you need to make an elixir and whatever you need. We have everything here in the black market, except for things you can't think of. Without me,

It can't be found." An Yiyi's voice was trembling.

Really, he doubted that Zhang Fan was sent by someone to play him.

What time has it been? Are you still sleeping?

I'm afraid you don't want to die in your sleep!

You want to, but I don’t want to, don’t mess with me!

"Uncle An, don't worry, you will definitely win the game, no matter how you play, you will definitely win the game!" Zhang Fan said, patting his chest.

An Yiyi wanted to punch Zhang Fan in the head.

You are sure to win, sir. Are you like this? Do you look like you are sure to win?

Anyway, give me some confidence, why don't you sleep? Tell yourself, what the hell are you doing!

Seeing Zhang Fan lying on the ground and closing his eyes, An Yiyi's heart kept sinking.

It’s over? It’s over!

This guy Zhang Fan probably knows that he has no chance? He is planning to break the pot. This is definitely the case!

My life is over!

An Yiyi's face was filled with despair, and her eyes were becoming more and more lifeless.

Soon, An Yiyi was sitting on the ground like a corpse, looking at Zhang Fan with dull eyes.

Four hours later? Gong Liang’s side slapped open the alchemy furnace!

At the same time, a strong medicinal fragrance rushed towards me.

"Miss, you are lucky to have lived up to your mission and succeeded? Fifty pills!" Gong Liang stood up and handed the pills to Murong Xiaoxiao.

"Oh!" Murong Xiaoxiao's expression did not change at all, her eyes kept falling on Zhang Fan.

This guy actually fell asleep.

God, how brave is this guy?

Sensing Murong's small eyes, Gong Liang also looked at Zhang Fan, and suddenly he was full of murderous intent: "Miss, do you want me to kill this guy?"

Bastard, he actually fell asleep.

Don’t you take me, Gong Liang, seriously at all?

"Don't be in a hurry, let him sleep a little longer. We at Baoling Pavilion must convince people with virtue. Otherwise, no one will dare to buy anything from us." Murong Xiaoxiao said.

"Why are you standing there, continuing to make alchemy? What if this kid really knows how to make alchemy? Although we are at an advantage, we must expand our advantage before we win to ensure a steady win, you know?" Murong

Xiaoxiao glanced at Gong Liang and said coldly.

"Miss, I didn't say that this kid can make alchemy, I just ate my alchemy furnace." Gong Liang sneered.

"Be careful with your ship. I don't want to say it a second time." Murong Xiaoxiao whispered, and then took out a stick from his pocket.

"I know!" Even though Gong Liang didn't want to do anything, he still did it.

Although he is a third-grade alchemist and his status is very noble, he is nothing in front of Murong Xiaoxiao!

Murong Xiaoxiao would really beat him to death without any hesitation.

Soon, the fire started to rise again!

Zhang Fan was so sleepy that his mouth was almost drooling.

On Gong Liang's side, the elixirs were being refined one after another.

Twenty hours later, Zhang Fan's cell phone suddenly rang.

The noisy sound made Murong Xiaoxiao, who had closed his eyes for a nap, open his eyes.

"Twenty hours, is it so fast?" Zhang Fan looked at the time and stretched.

Looking at this scene, Murong Xiaoxiao was extremely speechless.

What a wonder!

What are you doing waking up at this time? Wouldn't it be nice to be beaten to death in your sleep? There are still four hours left.

And Gong Liang also stopped.

"Miss, I have been refining the elixirs for twenty hours. I have successfully produced four furnaces of elixirs. There are 175 elixirs in total. I think there is no need to wait for this boy.

Even if he is an alchemist, he will never be able to refine so many elixirs in four hours." Gong Liang said.

"Okay, then you can rest." Murong Xiaoxiao yawned and looked at Zhang Fan with a pair of eyes: "There are still four hours left, why don't you continue to fall asleep? I'll call you at that time?"

Zhang Fan shook his head: "Twenty hours, enough is enough, don't waste it. Although you can win the game by lying down, if you really oversleep, then you are mentally disabled."

Zhang Fan stood up, glanced at An Yiyi with a dull expression, and was startled.

"Uncle An, uncle An, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Fan quickly knelt down and checked An Yiyi's condition.

Could it be that Gong Liang took action against An Yiyi?

But soon, Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.

This guy An Yiyi is fine!

"Oh, oh, oh!" An Yiyi looked dull, glanced at Zhang Fan, and continued to be dull.

Anyway, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead...

Zhang Fan also stopped ink and started cleaning the room.

Although the room is not small, it has many medicine stoves.

Although it's easy to win Gong Liang, it's easy to pick one's feet, but one more batch of elixirs will bring spiritual value.

Even if they don't need it themselves, Li Yu and the others still have to use it.

Alas, it's so difficult to be the leader of this dragon group. I don't even have enough spirit stones, yet I have to support so many people.

Life is hard! I really want to find a rich woman to support me!

"Boy, what are you doing? Want to beat me to death with a chair leg?" Gong Liang looked at Zhang Fan with the table and chair upside down, with a confused look on his face.

Have you given up treatment or has it been sealed?
To be continued...