The fifth Feng said.

The four great worshipers’ understanding of Wang Yi has set a new height!

How strong is Mr. Wang Yi?

The powerful people in the Saint Realm were beaten so hard that they were willing to be a watchdog.

The four of them were trying to fight against Wang Yi before, but now they think about it, it’s simply a tragic death!

"Young Master Wang is brave!"

"With the prince, I am here, and this time I will win against Qingyun Sect."

"Young Master Wang can make a living by his face, but he insists on using martial arts. The little girl is so sad!"

"Now I finally understand that the gap between me and Prince Wang is not just between races."

Eunuch Gao, Su Gai, Song Yuanyuan, the fifth blood hand, the four of them didn't have any face, so they came over to show their respect and licked them.

How do you say the feeling of being licked?

Just one word to enjoy!

Huhu--

Lu Changhe stepped on the "Changhe Holy Platform" and shuttled through the 100,000 mountains.

In order to meet the seven Qingyun ancestors who were in seclusion earlier and come to Yijian Sect to find the place for him, he slept in the open and went day and night, even counting down the toilet.

After all, my clone is still confined to the Yijian Sect.

One second later, he will have to endure one second of pain and one second of shame!

"The Yu Pesticide Valley is ahead, it's almost here!"

This day.

As the sun sets, Lu Changhe stands on a high mountain with excitement and looks forward.

The "Yu Pesticide Valley" where the seven ancestors were in seclusion was finally in front of them.

Yu Pesticide Valley.

Deep and deep, spiritual herbs are everywhere.

Legend has it that the most powerful alchemist in the state, "Master Qin Yunong", lived in seclusion here, so it was named.

The deepest part of the canyon.

An unknown mountain village.

The wind blows.

The white locust flowers fell from a huge ancient locust tree, fluttering and scattering into the black iron buckets of all sizes under the tree.

Every black iron barrel is mounted on the fire.

Not only were there filled with pungent potions, but they also soaked in living people!

Among them.

There are elderly people, children, men, and women.

They frowned and gritted their teeth, and many people made low moans from time to time.

"Qin Li, is the water temperature enough?"

Next to a small iron bucket.

A strong boy with golden skin and slender face suddenly stuffed a piece of firewood under the iron bucket.

Then he pretended to be nothing, and took out a sweet potato from the fire and started to taste it with relish.

"Damn it, Fuck King, are you going to eat me even after I cook it?"

In the small iron bucket, there was a boy named "Qin Rim".

He was naked and held a medicine book in his hand.

Suddenly, I felt the temperature of the potion rise sharply. I glanced at the yellow-faced boy and understood something in an instant.

Puff—

He bared his tiger teeth, and suddenly poured the potion from the iron bucket with a medicinal book and sprinkled it at the yellow-faced boy.

"Depend on!"

"Qin Li, you want to destroy my face when you step on the horse!"

"Why haven't you been cooked to death by the green (Qin) frog (六) that has been cooked for sixteen years?!"

The yellow-faced boy nicknamed "The King of Fats" was splashed with potions, hissing white smoke in his clothes, and he couldn't help but jump around with a sad face.

Obviously, it is extremely painful to get the potion in the iron bucket into it.

"By the way, if you stand on the horse for a few more days, you will be ready."

Have fun for a while.

The yellow-faced boy looked at the depths of the canyon behind the village, where there was a chimney for refining medicine and alchemy, and smoke rose.

"By the way, where did you get any rumor from the old pervert?"

Qin Ri narrowed his eyes, used the medicine book as a pillow, and leaned lazily against the edge of the iron bucket.

"I heard that the seven ancestors of Qingyun Sect took Master Yunong's elixir and were about to advance to the level of the seclusion!"

"According to the agreement between Master Yunong and them a hundred years ago, after leaving the customs, they will present the unique golden branches and jade leaves fruits of Qingyun Sect."

"At that time, you and all the people suffering from this chronic disease in our village will be completely eradicated!"

The yellow-faced boy's face was full of expectations.

"Forget it!"

"I am sick. The old pervert asks me to memorize a medicine book every day. If I recover from the illness, wouldn't I have to memorize ten books every day?"

"Damn it, I feel comfortable taking a bath in this iron bucket than memorizing my letter!"

Qin Li cursed, pulled out the medicine book under his head and threw it away.

"Qin Ji, why did you throw it away? This book has 100,000 words, and you finished memorizing it so soon?" The yellow-faced boy said in surprise.

"Is it a lot of 100,000 words? I've finished memorizing the work in one hour!"

Qin Li yawned and said lazily.

"Depend on!"

The yellow-faced boy was stunned for a while before he squeezed out two words from his mouth, "Beast!"

Behind the village, next to the huge alchemy furnace, there is a three-story civil and wooden pharmacy.

"Everyone, how do you feel when you leave the seclusion?"

In the middle of the main hall, there was an old man with kind eyes, dressed in plain clothes, and a string of gourds of all sizes hung around his waist.

Qin Yunong!

Everyone in Zhongzhou is known to everyone.

He is 388 years old and is a legendary alchemist.

On both sides of the main hall, there were seven old men with extraordinary temperament.

Four men and three women.

Each of them is over 300 years old, with eyes wide open and closed, revealing the temperament of a powerful man.

They are the seven great ancestors of Qingyun Sect.

A hundred years ago, I walked in Zhongzhou and did some chivalrous and righteous things, and called myself the "Qingyun Seven Gentlemen"!

"Brother Yu Nong's innate holy elixir is indeed worthy of his reputation!"

"If it weren't for the innate holy pill for nearly a hundred years, how could all of us enter the ninth level of the Transformation Realm of the Holy Realm?"

The old man who talks is strange in appearance.

I saw three flesh mounds of fists on his forehead, which were staggered in height, like a mountain and river layout.

Lu Piyue!

The first of the seven gentlemen in Qingyun, the oldest "Christian of Qingyun".

Born to be the "Three Shastone Body" and a hundred years ago, he was a master of the "Sacred Realm".

Now that he has been in seclusion for a hundred years, his cultivation is the peak of the nine-level heavenly peak of the "Sacred Realm". The "Death Realm" above is only a thread away!

"Thanks to Brother Lu's reputation."

Master Yunong took out a yellowed contract from his sleeve, put it on the table, and smiled, "Brother Lu, a hundred years ago, you and I signed an agreement, I will give all my money to refine the innate holy pill, and help you seven of you advance to the ninth level of the Saint Realm."

"Achieving the goal, you should also use the unique golden branches and jade leaves fruits of Qingyun Sect as rewards."
To be continued...