Bu Ran's bad temper comes again, but what he said is not bad.

He has no obligation to help Feng win.

Just as Zong Zhengxuan was about to speak out to help solve the problem, he was stopped by Bu Ran's light look.

Although she is a master, he cannot help her with everything. Sooner or later she will have to face some people and things on her own.

Feng Wan carefully analyzed the issue of Bu Ran and carefully considered his family background.

Bu Ran's family and business are huge, so he definitely doesn't like ordinary things.

But her two cubs and the Qiankun Bag are her lifeblood, and it is impossible to exchange them for them.

After much deliberation, I decided that I could only master the art of alchemy.

Bu Ran is now in the stage of becoming a god, and next he will hit the Mahayana realm.

Po Cheng Dan should still be a bit tempting to him.

Nowadays, in the Jiuhuang Continent, only the eighth-level Alchemist Qiyan can refine it, but he only succeeded once.

"Uncle Master, can I take a Broken Cheng Pill?"

The Breakthrough Pill, as the name suggests, is to break down the barriers of the Mahayana period and become a Mahayana monk.

After becoming a Mahayana monk, your lifespan can be increased to 20,000 years, giving you enough time to prepare for the advancement to the Tribulation Stage.

Before Buran could express his stance, Tyrant Lion's big eyes lit up first.

"Little Wanwan, can you add two more? I need one too."

If you can refine one, you can naturally refine two.

Feng Wan nodded generously, "I can add it, but I need to add spiritual stones."

The Po Cheng Dan is not a first-level elixir. You can grab a lot of it. It is second only to the Tribulation Dan and the Ascension Pill.

The long golden beard at the corner of Tyrant Lion's mouth trembled, this little Wanwan was still a little money-crazy.

But this was not too much to ask for. If he could exchange the spiritual stones for the Po Cheng Dan, he would have earned it.

"Little Wanwan, spiritual stones are not a problem. How many do you want?"

Tyrant Lion has accumulated a lot of spiritual stones over the years, which should be enough. If not, he can do tasks to earn them.

Before, he had always been a salty fish with Bu Ran, but with the great motivation of Po Cheng Dan, he could work harder.

"Senior Tyrant Lion, don't worry about the spiritual stone. I'll ask you for it when I can refine it."

"Oh, okay, tell me the number first so I can prepare."

"One hundred thousand high-grade spiritual stones?"

Feng Wan tentatively reported a number.

"ah?"

"Is it too much? Then it's better..."

"There are so many, my dear disciple, this is the Po Cheng Dan, which must be exchanged for heavenly and earthly treasures. How can one simply produce a spiritual stone.

How about this, one hundred thousand high-grade spiritual stones, plus a magic weapon of equal value?"

Zong Zhengxuan personally negotiated the price for his precious disciple.

Tyrant Lion made a sound just now, not because he felt that there were too many spiritual stones, but because he felt that there were too few.

The price currently mentioned by Peak Master Zongzheng is actually not high.

So, he agreed immediately.

Bu Ran looked at the people chatting animatedly, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

It seems that if he doesn't find a sense of presence, he will always be the backdrop.

"Little one, the PoCheng Dan is very tempting, but why do you prove that you can definitely refine it?"

Bu Ran's words made Feng Wan blush in embarrassment.

She can't prove it now, but she believes she can.

"Buran, why are you so aggressive today?

With Wanwan’s cultivation speed and talent, I believe it will be achievable in another thousand years."

This time was roughly estimated by Zong Zhengxuan compared with Qi Yan's time.

"There is no proof for what you say, you need to give me a written proof."

The documents in the world of cultivation are different from those in the mortal world. They will directly form a law.

If it is not achieved by then, you will be punished by heaven.

"Bu Ran, this is too much."

"Uncle, let the little one choose.

If she is confident enough, she won't be afraid."

"Master, it's okay, I agree."

Bu Ran waved his sleeves gently, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone fell in front of Feng Wan.

Feng Wan did not hesitate and wrote down her promise with a pen.

From the moment you sign your name, a rule is formed.

If Feng Wan cannot refine the Po Cheng Dan within a thousand years, then he has violated his promise and will be punished by heaven.

Of course, this punishment is not as serious as the Oath of Heaven and the Oath of the Inner Demon, except that you will be struck by lightning from time to time.

But this is enough.

In fact, Feng Wan could have written longer, but she didn't.

She believes that a thousand years is enough time, and sometimes you need to push yourself hard.

Bu Ran was satisfied, and after putting away the receipt written by Feng Wan, he said.

"It's time to start."

"Don't you need time to improve?" Zong Zhengxuan felt that his nephew was becoming increasingly unreliable.

After all the conditions have been negotiated, does he still want to do something?

"I have improved a long time ago."

"You..." Zong Zhengxuan was speechless. In other words, his precious apprentice was tricked by the man in front of him who smiled like a fairy.

Tyrant Lion did not expect this result.

For a time, my understanding of Bu Ran was refreshed again.

Feng Wan was the first to react. One side of the pear vortex was looming, and he said with a smile.

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Buran Dao."

Although the words "Buran Daojun" were said with a smile, Buran knew clearly that this unfamiliar title proved that the little boy was angry.

"When you know you're in trouble, just be angry."

Even if he knew that Feng Wan was angry, Bu Ran would not coax him, but instead gave him a disgusted mouth.

Doesn't he look like a coaxer?

Tyrant Lion felt that his master's arrogance was a bit too much, so he sent a message from his spiritual consciousness to remind him.

[Bu Ran, Xiao Danwan will very likely become a more powerful alchemist than Qi Yan in the future.

If you offend her now, it will be difficult to ask for elixirs in the future.】

【Do you need a request? 】

Uh? Don’t you need it?

[Don’t worry, she will definitely need me in the future, and pills are not a problem.]

When Bu Ran explained this, Tyrant Lion understood instantly. It was Bu Ran who was so shameless.

Feng Wan felt that Bu Ran really had an extra mouth and it was better when he didn't speak.

Feng Wan very wisely chose to shut up. In the situation of unequal strength, he ignored everything he said.

"Don't say that to my precious disciple, start now."

"okay."

Buran is arrogant, arrogant, and quite bad, but when it comes to Zong Zhengxuan, he is quite well-behaved.

Bu Ran asked Feng Wan to stand still and not to resist no matter what happened for a while.

Fengwan nodded to show that he understood.

Bu Ran recited the magic formula silently, and at the same time, he played the finger formula with his hands.

This is the first time for Fengwan to see the Ningjue from such a close distance. I can only use eight words to describe it, it is pleasing to the eye, and it is full of wind and rain.

The ten fingers are long, white and strong, and the speed at which they fly is even more dizzying for you.

Immortal cultivators are afraid that their finger skills will be secretly learned by others, but Feng Wan can guarantee that others will not be able to learn this finger skills if they are not stained.

Because it was really too fast, I didn’t have any clue at all.

Zong Zhengxuan's fingertips are always beautiful every time, and this time is no exception.

He nodded with satisfaction, he was so proud to have brought out such an outstanding spiritual transformation.

After another half cup of tea, Bu Ran's sealing formation was initially formed. He flicked his fingertips forward and said, "Go."

As soon as this sound went away, Feng Wan felt a pain in his Dantian.
Chapter completed!