Evil Phoenix Nitian: It’s a bit busy to torture the scum with bare hands

Chapter 517 Keep throwing money in

Moreover, it was very expensive to pay tribute to an alchemist as a guest, and smaller families simply could not afford it. This shows that not only is it difficult to hire a high-level alchemist, but you also need to keep throwing money at it.

In the past, only the head of the Yao family was a fourth-grade alchemist.

Yao Qingchen, known as a genius alchemist, is a third-grade alchemist, but because of his poor health, everyone secretly felt sorry for him. Therefore, if a family can hire a third-grade alchemist, it will be considered as the ancestors burning high-quality incense, which is very good!
  So I don’t know what grade the dark boy in front of me is! Even if it is a second-grade one, it would be a good thing if they can be invited to train them slowly from the Phoenix Clan!

"It turns out Young Master An Qing is an alchemist! I don't know how many levels he has reached." The head of the Feng family asked calmly, but his mind was spinning. If the young man in front of him only reached the second level, he would invite him into the Feng family. The clan spends money to train him. If he reaches the level of a third-grade alchemist by then, then the Phoenix clan will also have its own alchemist!
  An Qing glanced at him lightly and said with an arrogant expression: "Sixth grade."

As a dignified sixth-grade alchemist, he has always set his sights higher than his own. The only person who could temporarily put aside his arrogant temper was Feng Chuqi.

Even when facing her father at this time, he still put on his normally arrogant air.

Six products?

The head of the Feng family was stunned, wondering if his ears had heard it wrong! Or is this kid unable to pronounce words clearly and referring to the second grade as the sixth grade?
  You must know that a talented young man like Yao Qingchen is only a third-grade alchemist, and An Qing in front of him looks younger than Yao Qingchen. He does not believe that his alchemy level can surpass that of Yao Qingchen. He was a genius boy, so he couldn't believe what he heard for a while.

"Tell me, what level... what level of alchemist are you?"

Seeing the surprised look on the face of the head of the Feng family, An Qing couldn't help but rolled his eyes. If he hadn't been Feng Chuqi's father, he would have gone crazy long ago! He dared to question the words of his dignified sixth-grade alchemist, and he was seeking death.

However, who calls him Feng Chuqi’s father?
  Ugh!
  He could only hold back his breath for the time being: "I am a sixth-grade alchemist, don't you believe it?" An Qing pointed at his hair and revealed the sixth-grade alchemist badge on his chest: "Did you see this? It is a badge that only sixth-grade alchemists can wear, and it cannot be faked."

The longer we live, the more unsatisfactory we become! Now someone dares to question his words. Why has his status, which has always been so superior, dropped so much?
  He is ashamed of his master’s teachings!

thump!
  When the head of the Feng family clearly saw the badge he was wearing on his chest, which could only be worn by a sixth-grade alchemist, he immediately fell down from his seat in a very humiliating manner, shocking everyone.

Feng Chuqi immediately came out of his thoughts and quickly helped the Feng family leader up: "Dad, what's wrong with you!"

"Cough!" The old face of the Feng family was a little red, and he coughed quickly to cover up: "Dad is fine, the carriage shook just now, and dad couldn't sit still."

Not sitting still?
  Feng Chuqi's face twitched fiercely. Now he is a first-class throne after all, but he can't even sit on a carriage. This is really...

The leader of the Feng family smiled dryly, unable to hide his embarrassment. But at this moment, his mind was occupied by the words Sixth Grade Alchemist!

A sixth-grade alchemist! Sixth grade!
  No matter where the sixth-grade alchemist goes on the entire continent, people are vying for his tribute. But if he remembered correctly, such a noble sixth-grade alchemist actually took him out of the secret prison yesterday. Memorize it, this...this...

The head of the Feng family wiped his sweat and realized belatedly that he had really used a noble sixth-grade alchemist as a labor force yesterday! You won't offend him like this, right?

No matter what, the dignified sixth-grade alchemist is not someone he can afford to offend. God help him forget the scene yesterday! He dared not to let a distinguished sixth-grade alchemist carry him. If he hadn't vaguely discovered that such a distinguished sixth-grade alchemist actually listened to his daughter's words, his heart would have jumped out of his chest!
  But what is going on? Is it difficult for Ah Qi to tell him any secrets? When he had time, he had to ask.

If just now, he had some thoughts about drawing An Qing into their Phoenix Clan, now after learning his true identity, he has no thoughts at all!

A dignified sixth-grade alchemist is not something that their small Phoenix Clan can afford to pay tribute to. As the saying goes, a small temple cannot accommodate a big Buddha, and he knows this.

The carriage suddenly fell into silence.

There was only the sound of horse hooves and wheels outside. Dozens of great profound masters from Jiuyou Palace were escorting each other, so the journey was peaceful.

The people of Yulan Sect were not sure whether they were hit too hard by the death of a fifth-grade throne elder and a group of masters, or because they were protected by so many people from Jiuyou Palace, or because of other conspiracy reasons. They did not Appear.

But even so, as time went by, a few days passed quietly while rushing! But Feng Chuqi not only didn't feel relieved, but the feeling of being restless, upset and angry was getting stronger and stronger!

Finally, when the carriage drove into a canyon and was about to reach the eleventh county town of Yanzhou as long as it passed through it, the carriage suddenly stopped and there was a sound of fighting in front of it.

"Young Master, there seems to be someone fighting ahead. Should we go around or..." A guard asked softly outside the carriage.

"Just bypass it!" Feng Chuqi has been feeling restless and upset recently, and always feels that something big is going to happen, so she doesn't want to cause trouble.

She, Feng Chuqi, had never thought of herself as a savior. It was better to completely ignore people and things that had nothing to do with her, otherwise she might cause some trouble.

Following Feng Chuqi's instructions, the guard ordered that they take a slight detour and pass directly.

Perhaps they saw that they were difficult to deal with because of their large numbers, so those people watched them leave without making any move to stop them.

Who are these people? Why besiege the enemy in this canyon?
  Just as Feng Chuqi was about to leave, there was a sudden exclamation, which sounded a bit familiar. She couldn't help but feel curious, and suddenly raised the car curtain to look into the battle circle.

Just this look caused Feng Chuqi's expression to change instantly, her pupils shrank suddenly, and as soon as she patted the carriage, she quickly swept out and rushed towards the battle circle.

but……

No matter how fast she was, the distance was still too far after all. When she passed by, she saw a dazzling sword light, and at the same time, there was a "pop" sound, and the sound of cold metal piercing into the flesh was heard. The bright broadsword was instantly inserted into a person's heart.

(End of this chapter)