Yan Feixu's hand didn't even tremble as he continued to draw a circle on the paper. Then he asked, "What method?"
Gao Ming said excitedly, "Teacher, do you still remember the healing pill that my disciple, Huang Chi, brought back?"
Yan Feixu pointed at the circle on the paper. Without raising his head, he continued, "You found the person who refined the pill?"
Gao Ming said, "Yes."
Yan Feixu looked at the circle on the paper. His eyes revealed a strange look. Then he said to Gao Ming, "Using his method to increase the effectiveness of the pill, and not using the Tiger-Wolf medicine to remove the poison in the body?"
Gao Ming clasped his hands, "Teacher is wise!"
Yan Feixu didn't say anything else. After a while, he put down the pen and picked up the white paper. Then he said to Gao Ming, "What do you think this is?"
Gao Ming looked at the circle on the paper and the small dot in the circle. He shook his head and said, "I'm stupid. I only saw a white paper, a circle, and a small dot. "
Yan Feixu put down the white paper and asked, "Do you think the circle is big or the dot is big?"
Gao Ming didn't understand what Yan Feixu meant. He was confused, "Circle big?"
Yan Feixu shook his head and said, "No, the dot is big."
Gao Ming was still confused. Yan Feixu continued, "The circle is bigger than the dot, but it's not as important as the dot. So, only by shrinking the circle, this dot has nowhere to hide."
Gao Ming seemed to understand something, but it also seemed like he didn't understand anything.
Yan Feixu waved his hand and said, "Go and invite that Bai Qi from the Celestial Sect over."
Gao Ming opened his mouth in shock. He didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only leave in confusion.
After a while, he returned to Yan Feixu's room. Behind him was a man with a red dot on his forehead.
After Gao Ming left, Yang Xuan clasped his hands towards Yan Feixu and said, "Elder Yan."
Yan Feixu smiled and said, "You and I are both humans. Brother Bai, you don't have to be so polite. Please sit."
After sitting down, Yang Xuan looked at Yan Feixu and said, "It seems like I don't have to explain?"
Yan Feixu said, "There's no need to explain. I know you're not the poisoner."
Yang Xuan's face was filled with curiosity, "Oh? Elder Yan's so sure? Why? "
Yan Feixu smiled and didn't say anything, missing the topic, "Brother Bai, why are you here?"
Yang Xuan thought for a moment before going straight to the point. "I would like to ask Elder Yan for guidance on the art of refining."
Yan Feixu said indifferently, "It's a small matter. But Brother Bai, what are you going to trade for it?"
Yang Xuan was silent. He had nothing to exchange.
Yan Feixu looked at him and continued, "I heard that Brother Bai has a unique method that can increase the efficacy of pills by several times? Why don't we use this method in exchange? "
Yang Xuan nodded. "That's right, but this method is related to the cultivation method of my sect. Unless Elder Yan changes his sect, abolishes all of his cultivation, and re-cultivates the secret art of my sect, there's no way to use it."
Yan Feixu didn't even look disappointed. He just nodded his head and said, "That's what I thought. What else does Brother White have in exchange?"
Yang Xuan looked at Yan Feixu and didn't say anything.
Yan Feixu wasn't in a hurry either. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, making a 'duk duk duk' sound.
For a moment, the room was silent.
The wind started to blow. The night breeze was very cold, causing the windows to creak.
Yan Feixu got up and closed the window. He didn't sit down again. Instead, he stood by the window and said, "Actually, there's a way."
Yang Xuan asked, "What way?"
"I've been studying medicine and alchemy all my life. However, I'm also skilled in crafting weapons. I can be considered half a grandmaster. If you can help me with something, I can give you my knowledge of crafting weapons."
Yang Xuan was silent for a moment. Then, he slowly said, "What is it?"
Yan Feixu turned around and smiled at Yang Xuan. "Kill someone."
Yang Xuan didn't look surprised. He just looked at Yan Feixu and asked, "Who?"
"You defeated Han Zhibei?" Yan Feixu suddenly asked.
Yang Xuan nodded his head.
Yan Feixu's eyes were full of admiration. "Brother Bai, you're so smart. Han Zhibei, ranked 17th on the Mortal List, was defeated by you just like that. If this news gets out, many people will be shocked."
Yang Xuan only now knew that Han Zhibei was ranked 17th on the Mortal List.
Yan Feixu continued, "From this, it can be seen that Brother Bai is very powerful. If Brother Bai helps me kill someone, I'll give you my knowledge of crafting weapons."
"Who?" Yang Xuan asked again.
"Ranked 13th on the Mortal List, Zuo Qing Hou." Yan Feixu looked at Yang Xuan and said word by word.
Yang Xuan took a deep breath. Then, he stood up and walked out.
Yan Feixu smiled. "Brother Bai, aren't you going to ask why you want to kill Zuo Qing Hou?"
"Not interested!" Yang Xuan didn't stop walking.
"Why not? Don't you want my knowledge of crafting weapons? "
"I can't kill him!" Yang Xuan said casually.
Yan Feixu didn't comment on Yang Xuan's words. He only cupped his hands and said, "If Brother Bai changes your mind, I'm always ready."
Yang Xuan suddenly had a strange feeling. Yan Feixu knew who the real poisoner was. Moreover, what was even more unbelievable was that he didn't want to save the millions of people in Tang City.
As a doctor and an elder of the Tianyi Valley, he didn't want to save millions of people. This was too strange.
Then what were they doing here?
He returned to the cave that he was temporarily staying in. He sat cross-legged at the entrance of the cave and suppressed his thoughts. Then, he began to absorb spiritual energy.
But after a short while, he opened his eyes again.
He was already at the peak of the Golden Core stage. He couldn't take in any more spiritual energy.
It was like a container full of water. Unless you change the container, you can't take in any more water.
Nascent Soul, Nascent Soul, Nascent Soul.
However, how to break the Nascent Soul was the biggest problem in front of Yang Xuan.
Two days passed as Yang Xuan racked his brains, but he came up empty-handed.
What he didn't know was that in these two days, Tang City had been in an uproar.
"Have you heard? The person who harmed us is a guy called Bai Qi. He poisoned the underground water source. The plague in Tang City was caused by him."
"Yeah, I'll f * ck his ancestors. If I catch him, I'll beat him up until his parents can't recognize him."
"Forget it. Even Han Zhibei isn't his opponent. Who do you think you are?"
"Speaking of which, how did the City Lord know that this bastard is the poisoner?"
"I heard that he was caught red-handed by the Prince of the Da Shen Empire."
"Then it can't be wrong. How noble is the Ninth Prince? It can't be wrong."
Conversations like this spread among the people of Tang City from time to time. For a time, the public was angry.
The streets and alleys were full of wanted posters issued by the Da Ming Empire. They didn't look very similar, but the red dot between the eyebrows was very obvious.
Yang Xuan didn't know anything about what happened in Tang City. At this time, he was trying to refine his own weapon.
He held a long sword in his hand and began to toss it. After a while, there was a pair of ashes and a sword hilt on the ground.
This was already his second attempt. If other people saw him wasting so many refining materials, they would probably be distressed.
After the third time there was a pile of ashes on the ground, Yang Xuan gave up.
At this time, it was already late at night.
Just as he was frowning and thinking hard, his heart suddenly moved, and then his eyes fell on a place under the cliff.
In the next moment, he disappeared on the spot.
When he appeared again, he had already hidden his figure. In the dense forest not far in front of him, there was a person standing, and beside him, there was a big black insect with a triangular mouth.
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