Ye Feng is here.

Standing on the ground, he looked at Wang Ping'an, and found that the white boy was very nervous.

"Don't panic, other people won't eat you again."

Ye Feng said that the temperature was mild, like a big brother next door, and added, "I am the head of the ethereal school, Ye Feng."

Hearing this, Wang Ping'an shrank his neck and looked up at Ye Feng slightly. He found that this young man was handsome and good-natured, but he was far from Ye Zhangmen in his mind.

In Wang Ping'an's view, Ye Feng should be an old man with a fairy style, who likes to drink, and has a bit of color.

Um! Just like the master under Jiuquan.

Thinking of this, Wang Ping'an asked weakly: "You... are you really the head of Ye Feng?"

"Well, it's me." Ye Feng nodded.

Wang Ping'an was able to walk through the misty area, indicating that he met the enrollment requirements of the ethereal faction.

Ye Feng still cherishes the hard-won disciple of the disciple, even if Wang Ping'an's cultivation base is not high, he only has three levels of Qi refining, and he should strive to accept it.

"President Ye, please allow me to join the Misty faction!"

Wang Ping'an knelt on the ground religiously, put the **** pot in front of him, kowtow to Ye Feng, his forehead collided with the bottom of the pot, and he made a "dongdongdong" sound.

Everyone was stunned.

Others are "knocking the ground with their heads". When they get to Wang Ping'an, they become "knocking the pot with their heads" and smear their foreheads.

Ye Feng opened his mouth, coughed to cover up his astonishment, and said, "You get up and talk first."

"Yes, the head." Wang Pingan quickly got up, held the black pot, wiped his forehead with his hand, and quickly turned into a big painted face, grinning, and his teeth white.

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth twitched.

There is a big difference between "ye master" and "master".

Called the previous title, the two sides are not the same school.

If he called the following title, it means that Ye Feng has become the head of Wang Ping'an, and I don't know whether Wang Ping'an called this deliberately or accidentally called the wrong one.

After pondering for a moment, Ye Feng took Wang Ping'an to the head hall, took out the roster, and asked:

"Your name is Wang Ping'an, right? Give a brief introduction about yourself, such as where you are from, what forces you have belonged to, what you have experienced, and what specialties you have."

Wang Pingan put the pot on his back and whispered: "My name is Wang Pingan. I come from Xiaocuifeng, more than a hundred miles away. I used to study alchemy with our ancestor, Master Danxia."

"Later, I followed the second ancestor to make alchemy. Then, I and the third ancestor made alchemy...Finally, after I sent Master away, I went down the mountain."

"I heard that the head of the Misty Sect is the most powerful immortal around here, so I am going to come to apprentice... As for the specialty, it is alchemy."

Everyone was at a loss as they listened to Wang Ping'an's personal experience.

What is "sending Master away"?

Moreover, why follow the old ancestor, the second ancestor, the third ancestor and others to make alchemy? Could it be that Wang Ping'an inherited the mantle of several people alone?

Ye Feng also had such doubts.

So, they said their problems.

"Old Patriarch, Master Danxia, was the founding ancestor of our Xiaocuifeng, the second ancestor was his only disciple, and the third ancestor was the only disciple of the second ancestor... My master was the only disciple of the fifth ancestor, plus me, little Cuifeng originally had a total of seven people. The ancestor said that I have the physique of King Pill, so I personally taught me how to refine the pill."

"But I don't know how, after giving me what I have learned all my life, Patriarch Master suddenly sat down."

"Then it was the second ancestor's turn to teach me, and as a result, he also passed away."

"Finally, my master had just finished teaching me alchemy methods, and I didn't know what to do, so I lost my breath... I buried them all in the back mountain. Because I couldn't wash and cook, I was too hungry, so I had to go down the mountain... "

Wang Pingan gave a detailed explanation.

He speaks intermittently, hesitates, and sometimes closes to a single word, so it takes a long time.

When everyone heard that Wang Ping'an had "sent away" six masters in a row, they couldn't help but be speechless and looked at Ye Feng one after another.

Click!

The brush in Ye Feng's hand fell on the desk.

"Fuck, this disciple can't accept it! He's afraid it's not because of the supreme physique of the ancestors! Whoever becomes a master for him will be unlucky!"

Ye Feng was so frightened that he couldn't hold his pen firmly.

Wang Ping'an glanced at the brush that fell on the table, picked it up, handed it to Ye Feng, and said sincerely: Headmaster, I am good at alchemy, so you can accept me as a disciple. I will definitely learn how to wash and cook. The door makes the best pill."

"It's not necessary to approve a teacher!"

When he heard that he was going to worship himself as a teacher, Ye Feng stood on a chair in fright, ready to send Wang Ping'an out.

"Don't, the boss, don't drive me away, Master... I'm kneeling for you!" Wang Ping'an immediately put down the black pot, and he was going to worship Ye Feng.

"Fuck!"

Ye Feng dodged at the speed of light, not giving him a chance to bow down.

"Master, I know how to make alchemy, so just accept me! Although I don't know how to wash and cook, I can learn..."

Wang Ping'an was pushed out by Ye Feng, and he was about to enter the misty area, and he was so anxious to speak sharply.

The other disciples looked strange.

To be honest, they are very happy that the Misty Sect can have more disciples, especially this disciple who can practice alchemy.

However, thinking of Wang Ping'an suspected of possessing the talent for "destroying the ancestor", and sending away six masters in a row, the disciples suddenly felt a tingling scalp.

To the end of the mountain road.

Ye Feng looked at Wang Ping An, who was kneeling in anxious cry, remembering that this young man seemed to be able to make alchemy, and if he wanted to pass the star sect assessment, it would be impossible for no one who could make alchemy.

"You said you can make alchemy?" Ye Feng asked.

Wang Ping'an hurriedly hugged the iron pot, and nodded his head: Well! Although I have sent away six masters, I have also learned Xiaocuifeng's unique alchemy method, which can make high-quality pills, such as Xiuwei Qi Dan, Blood Qi Pill, Healing Qi Pill..."

"Stop it!"

Ye Feng interrupted Wang Ping'an, You said you can refine the Qi Pill for cultivation, that's good, I'll give you a chance to make at least one Qi Pill for cultivation today, whether it is low-grade, middle-grade or high-grade, as long as the quality is good. , The boss will leave you behind."

"Accept me as a disciple?" Wang Ping'an said excitedly.

"Just accept the disciple, but you can stay as a disciple disciple." Ye Feng wanted to kick him.

"Okay, I'll make alchemy now."

Wang Pingan put the black pot on the ground and took out a jar of water, dozens of fragrant medicinal materials, a small stone mill, and a steelyard from the storage ring.

In addition, there are some weird things.

"Is this cooking or alchemy?" Ye Feng muttered when he saw something on the ground.

The disciples also gathered around, watching curiously.

Wang Ping'an began to make alchemy.

At this moment, his little face was full of seriousness. In the stunned eyes of everyone, he first brushed the pot with water, then added a small pot of water, cast a spell, and lit a strange black stone, causing it to heat the **** pot underneath.

Wang Pingan chose more than ten kinds of elixir, weighed the corresponding weight with a steel rod, and put them all in a stone mill, added some water, grind them into a slurry, and poured them all into a black pot.

Then he kept cooking.

Looking at such an unreliable method of alchemy, Ye Feng and many of his disciples were speechless, and wanted to ask whether they were making soup or making alchemy.

However, they did not bother.

Everyone is watching carefully.

Although Wang Ping'an felt unreliable, he was earnestly practicing alchemy after all, and everyone who worked hard was worthy of patience and encouragement.

The water in the pot was boiled.

The water level gradually dropped.

Soon, the concoction in the pot turned into medicine dregs, and then, because there was no cease-fire, it continued to be roasted, and a burnt smell gradually emerged.

"Are you sure that the fire will not stop?" Li Jiaojiao muttered.

Wang Ping'an seriously said: "Now is the key, you can't stop!"

As he said, he kept a slow fire, and kept stirring the black medicine **** until the black ash in the pot was continuously evaporated by the high temperature and dispersed with the wind.

The dregs in the pot are getting less and less.

But at this moment, a surprising phenomenon appeared!

The surface of the black pot was actually covered with a layer of shiny things, exuding a delicate fragrance, Wang Ping'an extinguished the flame, immediately washed the pot with water, washed out all the shiny things on this layer, poured it into a jar, filtered and settled. .

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Ye Feng nodded secretly.

In the Yunhua Sect, everyone had seen the process of alchemy alchemist alchemy, although it was completely different from Wang Ping'an's alchemy process, but in the end they all got the essence of medicine full of medicinal flavor.

The settlement lasted fifteen minutes.

Wang Ping'an heated the pot again and poured out the sinking water, leaving only the semi-dry essence of the medicine. Pour them into the pot, stir fry several times, and put them in a special wooden box. shake.

Then, nine light blue pills appeared!

"Successful?" Everyone was surprised.

Wang Ping'an stretched out his hand, placed the nine pills on his palm, and used his own spiritual fire to temper them, causing aura to appear on the surface of the pills, and some of the last impurities were also forced away.

The strong scent of medicine began to emanate.

Finally, after an hour of hard work, Wang Pingan placed nine pure and flawless pills on the tray and sent them to Ye Feng.

"Master, it's done, nine low-grade cultivation Qi pill."

Wang Ping'an said with a smile.

Upon hearing the word "Master", Ye Feng quickly tactically leaned back and pulled out a white bone sword.

"Mo Ying, take a look at the quality of these pills." Ye Feng sternly turned to Mo Ying on the side.

Mo Ying stretched out her snow-white slender hand, pinched a low-grade cultivation base Qi Pill, spiritual sense entered it, her eyes changed slightly, and said: "It is indeed a low-grade cultivation base Qi Pill, and the purity has reached ten percent, a master-level technique. ."

"Really?" Ye Feng's breathing was stagnant.

Picking up a disciple who can make alchemy for nothing, that's really wonderful!

However, Wang Ping'an has the physique of "destroying the ancestors". There is no problem in staying in the Misty Sect, but he can't worship anyone as his teacher, otherwise, this is a clear way to send him to heaven!

Thinking of this, Ye Feng coughed and said, "The quality of the pill is very good. Starting today, you will be the fourteenth disciple of our ethereal sect. For the time being, you will be among the registered disciples. Once you have completed the assessment task, you will be promoted. Door."

"Thank you, Master...master!"

Wang Ping'an was overjoyed, and quickly knelt down, but saw Ye Feng raise the white bone sword, and quickly changed his words, changing from "master" to "master".

"From today onwards, this head has established the first door rule, that is, no one is allowed to call me "Master"!" Ye Feng held up the white bone sword, and anyone who dared to call him a master would use the sword to cut it away.

The disciples looked at Wang Ping'an one after another.

Wang Ping'an shrank his neck and said, "Master...master, I won't talk about it anymore in the future."

Snapped!

Hearing what he said, Ye Feng was very pleased. He quickly registered Wang Ping'an's personal information and stamped his head.

"Ding, received the registered disciple'Wang Ping'an,' a low-grade root, triple Qi refining, natural pill king body, good at alchemy."

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I found the treasure!

Ye Feng's breathing was stagnant, followed by overjoy.

Demon city.

Dong Dongqiang cross-legged in an underground cave.

boom!

A terrifying wave of air suddenly erupted from his body, shaking the surrounding rocks into dust, his eyes suddenly opened, his breath instantly rose ten times, and he officially stepped into the first stage of the Juyuan realm.

"Jie Jie Jie...Finally broke through the Ju Yuan realm. I continued to stay on hold, not participating in the battle, and running when encountering enemies that could not be defeated. The word "stable" runs through all the time. It will not take many years to return to the top! "

Dong Dongqiang patted the dust on his body and used "Escape Technique" to quietly leave the demon city.