God Dragon Emperor

Chapter 67
The auction of Jubao Building will be held in three days. This news surprised Jiang Yan.

"By the way, let's make some money first."

"Otherwise, the Tianhuo map of Jubaolou has nothing to do with me."

Jiang Yan looked at the several million taels of silver in the storage bag, and frowned immediately.

There are a total of 300 million taels of silver on him, of which 100 million taels of silver was extorted from Wang Yang.

For such a small amount of money, it is estimated that if you buy two low-level weapons of the Xuan rank, it will be gone.

As for the Skyfire map at the bottom of the box, don't even think about it.

"Where are you going to make money?"

"If you are not familiar with the place, you can't grab it, right?"

Jiang Yan looked around anxiously, planning to find some way to make money.

When he walked out of Yanji City, he thought he had brought two million taels of silver with him, and he was already considered a small local tyrant.

How did he know that he arrived in this ancient Luo city.

As a result, he was regarded as a small turtle.

"Hey, I can go to alchemy, am I not a first-grade alchemist?"

Jiang Yan seemed to remember something.

With a wave of his palm, he suddenly summoned a pale golden pill fire.

"Hey, Wang Yang is only a first-rank alchemist, so he is so arrogant. It seems that this alchemist profession is very popular in ancient Luo City."

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Jiang Yan's mouth.

Half-baked alchemists like Wang Yang were all regarded as ancestors in ancient Luo City.

It can be seen from this that alchemists are so popular in ancient Luo City.

"Fortunately, my uncle had the foresight to pass on the art of alchemy to me."

"Walk around, register as an alchemist, and make money."

Jiang Yan has a high fighting spirit.

Even Wang Yang can be praised to the sky, with his level of alchemy, at least he will break the sky.

After all, how could the disciples taught by Jiang Shinian, a third-rank high-rank alchemist, be any worse?
……

……

After several inquiries.

Only then did Jiang Yan discover that if he wanted to make alchemy, he had to go to the alchemist guild and register as an alchemist.

After all, Ye Luzi had too many alchemists.

These are undocumented pheasants.

In addition to being poisonous, the things drummed out are still poisonous.

Not to mention increasing cultivation, it would be nice not to eat dead people.

As for wanting to have the effect of a real elixir, it is absolutely impossible.

It's all about luck.

Either eat to become a fairy, or eat to become/shit.

No harm.

It can be called the most poisonous unlicensed pheasant!

Everyone shouted and beat them.

"Ahem, with my ability, it shouldn't be difficult to become a first-rank alchemist."

After walking into an alchemist guild that was no less splendid than Jubao Building, Jiang Yan coughed and pretended to be a master of alchemy.

After being scolded by Wang Yang for being a local turtle last time, Jiang Yan also paid more attention this time, making himself look like a big boss.

"There are so few people in such a huge alchemist guild?"

Jiang Yan looked at the people in the guild, but there were not even ten of them.

And five of them were servants.

There are less than five real alchemists.

Among them, an old man with white beard and hair, wearing a noble purple pill robe, sat cross-legged in front of a pill furnace, closing his eyes and meditating.

And in the purple pill furnace, the pill fire rose, burning some medicinal materials wantonly.

There are many precious medicinal materials among them.

The old man ignored it and let it burn.

"That old man, if you don't even look at alchemy, you won't be afraid that the medicinal materials will be burnt."

"The way of refining medicine is so random."

"Isn't it a pheasant?"

"Not to mention, this old pheasant's outfit looks quite similar. It's really a set, it looks the same as the real thing!"

Jiang Yan couldn't help but secretly thought.

He had already subconsciously regarded this white-haired alchemist as an unlicensed pheasant.

And it's an old pheasant!
"Ahem, let me expose this old pheasant and save more youths!"

"At that time, the alchemist guild might thank me and send me to the honorary president or something."

Jiang Yan already has a small plan, and is going to expose an old pheasant who is trying to sell dog meat in public.

Anyway, he is also a fake alchemist, what is Jiang Yan afraid of.

Just as Jiang Yan took a step forward, a welcoming voice came.

"Hey, Master Cui, can you take care of this year's alchemist assessment?"

"The juniors have knelt three times in a row. If they fail this time, they may not be able to continue the assessment within a year."

A young man in gorgeous clothes, with a flattering smile on his face, took out a lot of money and secretly handed it to the white-haired alchemist.

"Alchemist, this is a trivial matter."

The young man smiled flatteringly.

At a rough glance, there were hundreds of bank notes.

Moreover, the denominations are all [-] grains of silver.

At least millions of grains of silver,

"Mist grass, this man is really rich."

"In order to go through the back door, you actually spent millions of silver!"

"He even gave money to this old pheasant!"

Jiang Yan was also really shocked by this person's generosity.

In order to pretend to be an alchemist, he secretly bribed the old pheasant of the alchemy guild.

Moreover, one plug is several million taels of silver.

Super rich.

If you have this money, you can still be a pheasant.

It's really a downturn in the world, and it's shocking.

"It seems that this person is the legendary undocumented pheasant."

Jiang Yan never thought that he would actually meet such a person.

In order to pretend to be an alchemist, he actually bribed him to the alchemist guild.

"Maybe that fool Wang is also a pheasant, and bought a first-grade alchemist status with his father's money."

Jiang Yan soon had an evaluation in his heart.

Such a rare profession as an alchemist, and a second-generation ancestor like Wang Yang, is unlikely to be created by his own talent.

Just as Jiang Yan was guessing wildly, that Master Cui had already spoken.

"The way to refine medicine requires a firm heart."

"Heretician, please leave."

There are not many sentences, but it has already expressed the meaning of Master Cui.

"This old pheasant is interesting."

"The money delivered to the door is still not collected."

"My brain is trapped by the door."

Jiang Yan was a little uncertain about this old pheasant's tricks.

Could it be that seeing that the young man did not have enough money, he was ready to play hard to catch and earn a little more money.

"Hey, master, don't say it so early, I still have some treasures here."

"These high-level elixirs were sent by my father to the juniors."

That young pheasant still doesn't give up.

Take out several hardcover jade boxes and open them one by one.

Among them are some rare high-quality elixir.

"Second-grade high-grade elixir, Jade Spirit Ginseng."

"Second-grade top elixir, Purple Ganoderma lucidum."

"Mist grass, with so many high-grade medicinal materials, this pheasant seems to be well prepared."

"There are even Fly Feather Grass and Yunzhilan, tsk tsk, you must have invested a lot of money."

Jiang Yan couldn't help but be speechless when he looked at these several medicinal herbs that cost millions of dollars.

"Although the medicine is good, it is difficult to use it without alchemy."

"Please come back."

Master Cui finally opened his eyes, glanced at the jade box, and shook his head.

"Ugh."

"Master, farewell."

After seeing Master Cui's repeated rejections, the pheasant youth no longer persisted, picked up the silver ticket and high-level elixir, and left in despair.

However, when this pheasant young man saw Jiang Yan, he also showed the eyes of a successor of my generation.

"Boy, it seems that you are not even 20 years old."

"You determined to be a pheasant alchemist at a young age, and I support you."

As he said that, the pheasant youth patted Jiang Yan on the shoulder and encouraged him.

He already regarded Jiang Yan as a similar person.

"..."

Jiang Yan was speechless for a while.

Who said he came to be a pheasant.

He is a decent man.

He has real talents and real learning.

Besides, he was already clinking poor.

How can you bribe with money?

After the pheasant youth failed, Master Cui still closed his eyes.

However, a large ball of pale flames gushed out from his palm and shot into the medicine cauldron, making him refine the medicine by himself.

His level of alchemy was so high that even Jiang Yan was taken aback.

"Wucao, this old man is really an alchemist!"

"It doesn't look like a pheasant!"

Jiang Yan, who was about to expose the old pheasant's tricks, immediately repelled his idea after seeing the pale flame surging in Master Cui's palm.

This pale flame is at least a human level flame.

Compared with Jiang Shinian's Yanshan Danhuo, they are almost the same.

How could it be a pheasant!
"If you go sideways, you can leave."

"The alchemy guild doesn't need people like you."

Master Cui glanced at Jiang Yan and shouted.

This Master Cui has subconsciously classified Jiang Yan into the category of pheasant youth.

"Senior, is this considered heresy?"

Jiang Yan sighed, and slowly raised his palm.

boom!
A pale golden pill fire appeared in Jiang Yan's hands.

As the crimson flame rose, a fiery temperature rose.

"First-order pill fire?"

Master Cui, who was originally calm, couldn't sit still when he saw the pill fire in Jiang Yan's palm.

"It's the first-order pill fire."

"The junior wants to assess a first-grade alchemist, and I hope the master will do it."

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Jiang Yan withdrew the pill fire and cupped his hands.

Communication between alchemists.

Nothing more than medicine and fire.

Talking about money is really too fussy.

"Interesting, at such a young age, you can actually condense pill fire."

"This golden pill fire, the old man has never seen before."

Cui Zhen glanced at Jiang Yan with a strange look in his eyes.

The golden pill fire in Jiang Yan's hand is much more powerful than the first-order pill fire.

"Little friend, alchemy is the first step in alchemy, but if you can't make a first-grade elixir."

"That's not worthy of being called a first-grade alchemist."

Cui Zhen stroked his white beard and said.

"Please grant the pill furnace."

"Jiang Yan is willing to refine it!"

Jiang Yan made an offering with both hands, and asked for instructions.

At the same time, an alchemy master temperament no less than Jiang Shinian appeared on Jiang Yan.

(End of this chapter)