God Dragon Emperor

Chapter 104
"The pill fire is poisoned, and the poison is not shallow."

"I'm afraid I don't have many lifespans left."

Jiang Yan could see the old man's details at a glance.

The pill fire was poisoned, and the foundation was injured, and there was not much life left to live.

With the current appearance, one foot is already in the coffin.

"Boy, how do you know that this old man doesn't have many days to live?"

After being seen through by Jiang Yan, the old alchemist was furious, and then a black flame suddenly rose from the palm of his hand.

The terrifying power of fire and poison radiated out.

Faintly, there is still a trace of death.

"I said how I felt a breath of spiritual fire before. It turned out to be this thing."

"Human-level high-level spiritual fire, Xuanming black fire."

"With a cultivation base of the first level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, devouring such a violent spiritual fire, what is it if it's not courting death?"

Jiang Yan couldn't help sneering.

Xuanming Heihuo, among the human ranks, has few opponents.

For some alchemists with the cold attribute, it is also a rare treasure.

If anyone uses it as a pill fire, I am afraid that he will be promoted to the second and third ranks in this life, which is almost the same as Qingyunping.

But the premise is that it must be cultivated at the ninth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm in order to refine it.

Once the cultivation level is lower than this level, I am afraid that the alchemist's whole body energy will be absorbed by Xuanming Black Fire.

It will end up exactly like this old man.

"Boy, what is your background?"

"How can I even recognize the old man's Xuanming Black Flame?"

The old alchemist had a surprised face and a pair of old eyes, staring at Jiang Yan firmly.

There was obviously a trace of anger.

However, it was more of a deep shock.

Even some veteran alchemists can't recognize something like Xuanming Black Fire.

What's more, for a young man like Jiang Yan who is sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Second-rank alchemist, Jiang Yan."

On Jiang Yan's palm, a ball of purple pill fire appeared automatically.

And a wave of earth-level spiritual fire quietly spread out.

This fire is exactly the Purple Mountain Stone Flame.

"Heavenly spirit fire?"

The old alchemist, when he saw the alchemy fire on Jiang Yan's palm, showed strong disbelief.

Even the Xuanming Black Flame in his palm made a whimpering sound, as if it was about to be extinguished.

"No, it's not a heavenly spirit fire."

"It should be the ground level."

"Otherwise, the Xuanming Black Flame in my hand would have dissipated long ago."

The old alchemist stared at the pitch-black flame on his palm and said.

"You have some vision."

"This is indeed an earth-level spirit fire, Zishan Shiyan."

Jiang Yan said lightly.

"Purple Mountain Stone Flame?"

"The old man remembers that Zishan Shiyan's rank is not much different from my Xuanming Black Fire. Why is this the earth rank?"

The old alchemist had a look of disbelief.

"What's so strange about that."

"You Xuanming Black Flame has only just taken shape, and it has only been around for decades."

"And my Purple Mountain Stone Flame is a mutated spiritual fire. After being warmed for hundreds of years, it naturally transformed."

Jiang Yan said lightly.

He also had a bit of luck to intercept the Purple Mountain Stone Flame.

"If the old man is as lucky as you, it will be fine."

"Earth-level spirit fire, that is second only to the existence of heaven-level spirit fire."

The old alchemist also had a look of envy on his face, obviously envious of Jiang Yan's Zishan Shiyan.

"The Xuanming Black Fire tortured you like this."

"If it's really an earth-level spirit fire, I'm afraid it can burn you to death."

Jiang Yan is telling the truth.

With his strength, when refining the earth-level spirit fire, he almost failed to put Jiang Yan on the ground.

If it was someone else, I'm afraid it would have been burned to ashes long ago.

"Hmph, old man, my master is right, you must have fired too many cannonballs."

"Otherwise, it would be impossible to be so vain."

"As long as you worship my Uncle Jiang Yan as your teacher, the master will definitely save you with your wound."

The little fat man Jiang Feiyan, with a look of admonishment, never forgets to pull people for Jiang Yan.

"What, too many cannons?"

The old alchemist's face was confused.

"When the old man was young, he did shoot a lot of wild cannons. Does this have anything to do with Danhuo poisoning?"

The old alchemist told the truth.

"Hmph, of course it has something to do with it. Let me tell you, my master is very powerful."

"Dedicated to all kinds of wild cannons, as long as you worship my master as your teacher, then nothing will happen!"

All kinds of ginger cornices are lifelike.

"Fuck you!"

"Stop giving me trouble!"

Jiang Yan couldn't help it, and almost picked up the red blood mace and chopped off Jiang Feiyan's head.

"Little fat man, are you serious?"

"Can it really cure my terminal illness?"

The old alchemist had a happy expression on his face.

His name is Yao Gui, and he was originally a first-rank alchemist, but since he stepped into this realm, he has not come into contact with a second-rank alchemist for seven years.

I really thought there was no hope in this life.

Yaogui tried his best to obtain a rare high-level human spirit fire, Xuanming Black Fire, in Xuanming Black Mountain.

Since the fire has just formed and does not reject the outside world, Yaogui prepared to refine the fire with a bit of luck.

As a result, Yao Gui had already gone mad before refining it successfully.

With his cultivation at the first rank of the Spiritual Martial Realm, he is no match for the Xuanming Heihuo at all.

The realm of the second-grade alchemist has not been touched, and he almost lost himself in it.

"Old man, it is not difficult to cure your disease, but I have agreed in advance."

"I, Jiang Feiyan, have already become the chief disciple of the master."

"If you really want to be the master's disciple, then you can only be my junior."

"Old man, look, my dragon stick is bestowed by my master, it can blow up the asses of all monsters in the world!"

Said, the little fat man Jiang Feiyan also took out his fire stick, looking like the world is not chaotic.

"What, do you recognize this brat as a senior brother?"

Yao Gui's old face trembled, extremely unnatural.

No matter what he said, he was also a monk at the Spiritual Martial Realm, and even a first-rank alchemist, his overall strength was not much worse.

Even though that Jiang Yan from before had an earth-level spiritual fire, it is not certain whether Yaogui will recognize him as a master.

Right now, he actually wants to recognize a brat as his senior brother.

If you say it, you will laugh to death, it is better to die from the poison directly.

"Old man, it's amazing that you have Danhuo."

"I, Jiang Feiyan, can shoot at the age of six."

"What can you be proud of with this kind of artillery?"

Little Fatty Jiang Feiyan had a look of disdain, and a rare flame randomly appeared on the palm of his hand.

The power of this fire is neither big nor small, just about the first order.

"What, a first-order fire weapon?"

"A nine-year-old blacksmith?"

Yaogui felt that he had seen all the strange things in his life today.

Nine years old, not even the age to awaken the spiritual veins.

How can you have a firearm.

"Little friend, is this Your Excellency's disciple?"

Yao Gui looked at Jiang Yan with a look of awe.

"That's it."

Right now, Jiang Yan can't get off the tiger.

It's hard not to admit it.

I can only bite the bullet and admit it.

If he really had a disciple like Jiang Feiyan who was good at shooting cannons, his fame would be ruined for half his life.

(End of this chapter)