God Dragon Emperor

Chapter 109
"Oh my god, I'm exhausted."

"It's really tiring to be a master, it's better to be alone than happy."

After explaining all kinds of trivial matters, Jiang Yan finally sat down and took a sip of water to calm himself down.

My dear, being a master is simply too tiring.

Teach one more person, ten years of life will be short.

Whoever teaches who has a headache.

"Yaogui, why don't you hurry up and get the medicinal materials?"

Jiang Yan shouted without getting angry.

"Yes."

Yaogui didn't put on airs at all, and was very respectful, and quickly brought all kinds of medicinal materials over.

"Yaogui, I will help you refine the remaining Bingxin Dan next."

"You should take care of the alchemy process yourself. If you become a second-rank alchemist in the future, you will be able to refine it by yourself."

After Jiang Yan gave some instructions, he began to refine the elixir.

Of course, the main reason was that Jiang Yan thought it was too troublesome to refine the Bingxin Pill, and it was a free pill, so there was no money to make at all.

After Yao Gui was cured, he naturally let the latter practice by himself.

"Thank you master!"

Being able to see Jiang Yan making alchemy with his own eyes, Yaogui was naturally very happy, and his old face was very red.

However, Jiang Yan was more embarrassing next.

His yellow-rank low-level alchemy furnace, when refining the third Bing Xin Dan, immediately exploded with a click.

Even Bing Xin Dan was destroyed in that pill furnace and turned into medicine dregs.

"Damn it, the quality of the alchemy furnace is too poor, it can't withstand the high temperature of Zishan Stone Flame at all."

Jiang Yan, who ate a furnace of ashes, was so angry that his complexion turned black.

It was blacker than a stove.

It was hard to show off in front of the apprentice.

As a result, the furnace was fried again.

A small face is really slapped. Slapped.

The speed of light hit the face, and the pain was severe.

"Um, the master fried the furnace..."

This time Jiang Feiyan also had a masked face, looking at Jiang Yan dully.

In his impression, his master should be a master of alchemy, how could he be able to fry the furnace?
"What are you laughing at, why don't you hurry up and go to see Baijie Refining Equipment?"

Seeing the expression on Jiang Feiyan's face, Jiang Yan felt burning pain all over his face.

It really hurts to slap myself in the face.

"Ahem, master, the level of your medicine cauldron is too low, the fryer should be."

After seeing Jiang Yan's failure in alchemy, although Yaogui felt sorry for the herbs, he still kept a smile on his face.

"Is the fryer supposed to?"

Why does Jiang Yan feel and hear something different.

His apprentice, who has only been a teacher for one day, actually knows how to laugh at him?

"Ahem, master, what, I mean, there is a black cauldron that has been passed down from my elixir sect."

"Master, do you want to try that black cauldron? It is said that the black cauldron is not low in rank."

Yaogui quickly changed his words.

"The black cauldron left over from your elixir sect?"

"What grade?"

Jiang Yan asked.

With his current level of pill fire, only pill furnaces above the intermediate level of the Xuan class can withstand it.

If it is a low-level elixir furnace, it will still be burned through, and then the furnace will be fried.

"This black cauldron used to be the gatekeeper of the Spirit Medicine Sect. It is said to be an earth-level spirit treasure."

"Unfortunately, a long time ago, the black cauldron of this place was beaten and maimed in a fierce fight with the patriarch, and the rank fell, and the patriarch fell in that catastrophe."

"As for what grade it is now, I don't know."

"Since the ground-level black cauldron dropped, my elixir sect has also weakened."

"When it was passed down to my generation, it was so poor that there was nothing left."

Yaogui also sighed, with mixed feelings.

In the past, the heads of the Spirit Medicine Sect were all third-rank alchemists.

Now that we are not behind, we really have no bottom.

Even a Tier [-] alchemist like him can sit on the ground.

One must know that as for the previous hall master, he was barely considered a second-rank alchemist.

"It used to be an earth-level alchemy furnace?"

"Slipped into the realm now?"

"Take me to see."

Jiang Yan showed a hint of surprise and interest.

As a special spiritual weapon, pill furnaces are rarely above the ground level.

Right now, there is actually a pill furnace that was once an earth-level quality.

Jiang Yan naturally wanted to take a look.

A pill furnace that used to be a ground step, when the step slips down, where can it slide down.

If it is possible to repair it like the red practice mace, then Jiang Yan is really profitable.

The earth-level spirit treasure is a treasure with tens of millions of silver grains.

And it’s still priceless.

……

……

Yao Gui quickly brought Jiang Yan and Jiang Yan to the alchemy room.

However, this alchemy room is really not flattering.

Like the strange gymnasium in Yanji City, it is dilapidated and overgrown with weeds, and it can be transformed into a thatched house.

It is simply an upgraded version of the thatched house.

It is directly an open cesspit.

Scarier than weird gyms!
"Master, please look, this is the ground-level treasure tripod from back then!"

Yaogui took Jiang Yan to a piece of wild grass and said.

"The ground-level treasure tripod you are talking about is this thing?"

Jiang Yan looked at it and saw only a piece of black lacquered cauldron body, as for most of the tripod body, it was buried in the soil.

There is a strong smell of feces all around.

No matter how you look at it, this tripod was thrown into the cesspit.

"What does it mean to be buried in the ground?"

Jiang Yan didn't understand.

"Ahem, because the black cauldron is broken, the previous hall masters thought the spirit of the cauldron was still there, so they buried it here."

"It is said that it can absorb the aura of heaven and earth on its own, and restore the body of the cauldron again."

"However, hundreds of years have passed, and this black cauldron remains unchanged."

"After a long time, the people in my elixir sect have regarded this place as a thatched cottage."

"If it wasn't for today's master fryer, I would have forgotten about this place."

Yao Gui shook his head with a hint of embarrassment.

Especially the three words that thatched house in Yaogui's mouth immediately lit up.

To put it nicely, it was a thatched house.

To put it bluntly, it's a cesspit.

"Wow, old man, have you tricked the master into the latrine?"

"This is usually the place where you shit and piss, there's a fart in the black tripod."

"You are quite old, you don't blush when you lie."

Jiang Feiyan shouted immediately.

"Uh, this tripod was really a ground-level tripod before, and it is said that it was passed down from the generation of the old man, wife, and grandpa."

"As for whether it is an earth-level treasure tripod or not, the old man doesn't know."

Yaogui looked real.

"What, it was passed down from the generation of your wife, wife, and ancestor?"

"A shit tripod that has been passed down for so many generations?"

Jiang Feiyan has a black thread on his head.

The history of the cesspit of feelings is really long.

It has been passed down for seven or eight generations.

Moreover, it has absorbed the essence of heaven and earth from seven or eight generations.

If this becomes fine, will it become the yellow emperor of shit?

"Wait, I feel a breath of the dragon clan. Is your tripod a dragon tripod?"

Jiang Yan frowned, with a hint of doubt.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the greedy and sleepy being in Jiang Yan's body also let out a long growl, apparently approving what Jiang Yan said.

"Well, the time travels too far, I can't remember clearly."

"As for whether it is a dragon cauldron, I have to ask my wife, wife, and grandfather."

Yao Gui confessed.

"Come on, your ancestors probably rotted underground, I'll check it out myself."

Jiang Yan said.

"This medicine cauldron is estimated to be ten feet in size, and nine feet are buried in the soil."

"Stand back, I'll tear down the house, let's see what happens!"

Jiang Yan looked at the exposed tripod body with a hint of interest.

Judging by the size of the tripod and the grade of the tripod during his lifetime, it is determined that it is not limited to the lower grades.

It may even be a high-level good stuff.

Such a good treasure, if Jiang Yan doesn't dig it out, it will really be struck by lightning.

Even if it is in a latrine, Jiang Yan has to dig it out!
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