Translator: Mr Voltaire Editor: Modlawls123
Barren hillside, Gui Qingshan's residence.
The three of them were lying on the sickbed, the green ox was also lying in the pen, looking very pale and weak.
Their injuries were not light.
"Boss, how can you compete with Yin Changfeng in alchemy? It's not like you don't know that he's a sixth-grade alchemist, the highest level alchemist in Mystic Moon Sect, how can you compete? "Skinny Monkey said worriedly with a pale face.
The big guy was very blind and said: "Boss, I believe you."
Skinny Monkey said: "Believe your head, do you think it's useful just because you believe him? Alchemy is really about strength, boss hasn't even learned alchemy, how can you compete? "
Xiao Die also looked at Long Fei weakly and said: "Ah Long, go, leave Mystic Moon Sect, the further the better, don't worry about us, with sister Yi here, Yin Changfeng won't dare to do anything to us."
…
There was no suspense in this competition.
Everyone thought that Long Fei would lose, and so did the people around him.
Alchemy was different from cultivation.
Alchemy was more about strength and experience, there was no luck or luck in it.
No means no!
Moreover, alchemy was about talent.
Was Long Fei's talent suitable for alchemy?
Long Fei looked at the three of them and muttered: "Don't worry, I will definitely win."
The big guy smiled and said: "I believe boss can win."
Skinny Monkey and Xiao Die didn't say anything.
Long Fei said: "You guys rest well, I'm going to the library to find an alchemy book to cultivate."
Big guy: …
Skinny Monkey: …
Xiao Die: …
The three of them were speechless.
Long Fei walked out of the room, looked into the distance and muttered to himself: "Alchemy? Is it very hard to cultivate? "
"Damn!"
"That depends on who it is."
"Is sixth-grade alchemy very strong?"
"I'll challenge your strong side and trample you to death." Long Fei was very disdainful, for others to cultivate alchemy in three days, this was probably a fantasy.
Not to mention three days, even three years, thirty years was not enough.
Yin Changfeng was almost sixty years old. He had cultivated alchemy all his life before he reached the sixth-grade.
You want to beat me in three days?
Impossible!
But!
Who was Long Fei?
He was the owner of the system, so his cultivation skills were completely different from others.
However …
Before that, he needed to cultivate in the art of alchemy to improve his skills!
…
Half an hour later, Long Fei arrived at the Martial Pavilion.
This was the Mystic Moon Sect's Hidden Martial Arts Library. There were thousands of martial techniques and secret techniques. Half of them were first-grade martial techniques, while only a hundred third-grade martial techniques were available.
As for the fourth and fifth grade cultivation methods, there were less than ten of them.
Martial Techniques and Cultivation Methods were very important to Martial Cultivators. Their importance was no less than that of Elixirs. However, Elixirs were consumables, but Cultivation Methods were not.
Therefore …
In the Mystic Moon Sect, the position of the Martial Pavilion was second only to the Elixir Pavilion.
As Long Fei walked on the road, people constantly pointed at him from behind.
"That's him!"
"This kid overestimates himself and wants to compete with Elder Yin in alchemy."
"What an idiot."
"He even knows how to refine pills?"
"Do you know what he used to refine pills on the desolate hillside? Using an iron pot to refine pills, I almost died of laughter. The entire iron pot exploded into the sky, hahaha … "
"I saw it too. This person is a complete fool."
"Yes, I heard that too. His brain isn't working well. Who would have a good brain to compete with Elder Yin in alchemy? Who in the Mystic Moon Sect didn't know that most of the pills were made by him? Competing with him in alchemy? Gambling with your life? Even if you want to die, this is not the way to do it. "
… ….
They whispered along the way.
Ridicule, ridicule, disdain, disdain.
It could be said.
The entire Mystic Moon Sect did not think highly of Long Fei.
Moreover, it could be said that they hated him.
Because …
It was Long Fei who made them unable to receive their pills for a month. It was Long Fei who made nearly a thousand disciples lose the arena. This was a humiliation.
This time, many people hoped that Long Fei would lose in the bet with the Great Clan Elder.
They all wanted to step on him.
They all wanted to curry favor with the Great Clan Elder.
Long Fei turned a deaf ear to all of this. Even he himself felt that it was a little inconceivable, because … He discovered that his state of mind was especially good.
It was as if he did not hear these ridiculing and ridiculing discussions.
If it was his previous life on Earth, he would definitely charge forward and risk his life.
Long Fei felt that he was not like himself anymore.
This was also because his memories had not awakened.
If a dog bites you, you can't just go up and bite the dog, right?
As a human, why bother with a dog?
They arrived at the Martial Pavilion.
Long Fei walked forward and said: "senior fellow apprentice, I'm here to borrow a martial skill."
The two disciples glanced at Long Fei. They naturally recognized Long Fei, their eyes turned cold, and their tone carried disdain: "There's no martial skill you want."
Long Fei was startled, "I haven't said what martial skill I want to borrow, how do you know that there's no martial skill I want?"
One of the disciples sneered, and said: "I'm guessing you're here to borrow the Earth Burrowing Technique, or …" Hole Drilling Technique. "
"Earth Burrowing Technique."
"Hole Drilling Technique … It's used to escape through dog holes, right?"
Many disciples outside the Martial Pavilion laughed when they heard this.
Long Fei's eyes turned slightly sinister, and he said indifferently: "Am I that easy to bully?"
The disciple continued: "I don't know if you want to bully me, but you've made us very unhappy. If it wasn't for you, would Elder Yin stop the medicinal pellets to welcome me? I almost broke through to the Seventh Grade Blood Refining Realm, but I couldn't because of the lack of medicinal pellets! "
"Brat!"
"Get lost, as long as I'm on duty, don't even think about borrowing any martial skill from the Martial Pavilion."
His heart was filled with hatred.
There were many disciples like him.
The Dan Pavilion was closed for a month, and without the help of medicinal pellets, many disciples found it difficult to improve their cultivation.
They blamed all of this on Long Fei.
"Get lost!"
"Didn't you hear me?"
"Don't think you're so great, comparing alchemy with the Grand Elder, who do you think you are?"
"Get lost!"
The two disciples chased him away.
Long Fei's eyes darkened, and he clenched his fists in his sleeves.
Suddenly!
"Boom!"
Long Fei took a step forward and fiercely slapped down with his two palms.
"Pa, pa!"
"F * ck!"
"I've given you face, haven't I?" Long Fei shouted angrily. He could tolerate the mockery, but it didn't mean that he would continue to tolerate it!
When a dog bites a man, a man cannot bite a dog.
But!
You can hit a dog!
With two slaps, the two disciples staggered backward and fell to the ground. Five finger marks could be seen on their faces, and their cheeks were red and swollen.
Seeing the anger in Long Fei's eyes, fear rose in their hearts.
Long Fei took a step forward.
The two immediately retreated, no longer daring to look into Long Fei's eyes.
Humans were like this.
If you weren't ruthless, you wouldn't be able to stand firm!
Long Fei asked coldly: "Can I borrow martial skills now?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
"You can borrow any martial skill below the third grade." The disciple was afraid that Long Fei would slap him again. It really didn't feel good.
Long Fei strode towards the Martial Pavilion.
At this moment.
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