Peerless Headmaster

Chapter 162 The New Arrival

At the gate of the camp, a black and thin old man with a big grin was looking at Ning Heng and his party walking towards him with a big smile.

The old man was wearing a loose robe, because the old man was too thin, the robe didn't fit him well, and it was empty under the clothes.

Although the old man was skinny, he stood up straight without any rickets, and his eyes were not big, but he was energetic.

And the black-armored warriors guarding the entrance of the camp all showed respect to the old man. Obviously, this old man who looked like a farmer in the countryside was not an ordinary person.

The black-armored warrior who led Ning Heng and the others walked up to the old man, bowed his hands and saluted, "Old Feng, I will leave these newcomers to you."

The black and thin old man who was called Mr. Feng nodded cheerfully. The black-armored warrior gave Mr. Feng a roster and left directly, ignoring Ning Heng and the others at all.

Grasping the roster in his hand, Mr. Feng kept looking at Ning Heng and the others, especially some young alchemists among the crowd, whom he paid special attention to.

Ning Heng can be said to be the youngest of these alchemists in Beishan Prefecture, and the clothes he wears are different from the others. Natural leaves are more conspicuous, and he was immediately noticed by this old Feng.

"Huh?" Feng Lao looked at Ning Heng a few times, seemed a little puzzled, and waved at Ning Heng involuntarily.

"Little guy, come here and let me take a closer look." Old Feng said with a smile, his amiable appearance really looked like an old farmer in the field.

Ning Heng walked out of the crowd and came to the front, clasped his fists to salute Feng Lao: "Junior Ning Heng, pay my respects to senior."

Mr. Feng looked Ning Heng up and down, and asked curiously: "You are also a pharmacist? Why don't you look like a pharmacist at all? Your cultivation level doesn't seem to be low, you must have a celestial aperture, right?"

Ning Heng nodded and said: "This junior has indeed stepped into the Tianqiao cultivation base, and is also a pharmacist."

Old Feng was a little surprised: "How old are you?"

"This junior is exactly seventeen this year." Ning Heng said, if counting the age of this body, it is undoubtedly 17 years old.

Now not only Old Feng, but even the black-armored warriors at the gate of the camp looked at Ning Heng one after another, showing surprise.

A 17-year-old Tianqiao martial artist, this is not something you can see anywhere, you can definitely be called a martial arts genius, even in the capital of the Great Spirit Emperor where there are many geniuses, such a genius is definitely ranked first.

It's just that such a piece of jade in the rough, how did it end up here?And still as a pharmacist?No matter how you look at it, it feels a little strange.

Mr. Feng was stunned for a while, before he laughed and said, "Interesting, your name is Ning Heng, right? What level of pharmacist are you now?"

Ning Heng quickly replied: "This junior is only a first-rank pharmacist now."

As soon as this remark came out, this old Feng's expression was the same as that of the iron tower man before, the smile on his face suddenly subsided, and was replaced by a touch of contempt and disdain.

"Huh? It turned out to be a kid who was greedy for life and afraid of death. In order to avoid fighting the monster clan, he took the identity of a first-level pharmacist and came here." Feng Lao said in a cold tone, looking at Ning Heng's His eyes are not as kind as before.

Obviously, this old Feng, like the man in the iron tower, regarded Ning Heng as someone who wanted to use his identity as a pharmacist to avoid fighting the monster race. Ning Heng himself was helpless, but he didn't feel any shame. Speaking of it, he really didn't want to fight the Yaozu. Since he could hide safely behind, why would he make himself uncomfortable?

Ning Heng has always believed that it is human nature to be greedy for life and fear death. People are afraid of death. No matter how high their cultivation is or how powerful they are, it is impossible to say that they are not afraid of death.

Ning Heng had already experienced death once, and he didn't want to put himself in any danger of dying. Anyway, his life was the most important thing.

"Boy, let me tell you first, don't think that you will be safe and sound if you can stay here. Since each of you has entered here as a pharmacist, you have to make alchemy for all the fighters in this place. How many elixirs each person refines every day? There are missions, and once you fail to complete the prescribed amount, you will be punished, and if you cannot complete it for three consecutive days, you will be kicked out of this place and sent directly to the front line to fight against the monster clan." Feng Lao said loudly.

And these words also frightened the other alchemists in Beishan Prefecture except Ning Heng. They didn't expect this to happen at all. They thought that they would be fine after entering here, but now it seems that they still think too much. Simpler.

Seeing that Ning Heng was the calmest one, Mr. Feng couldn't help being secretly surprised, but then he thought that maybe Ning Heng was trying to be calm.

"My surname is Feng, and I am also a pharmacist like you. This camp was also established under the auspices of the old man. All the personnel are under the management of the old man. Since you are here, you are also under the old man's command." Feng Lao looked at Ning Heng and the others. Said.

At that moment, everyone bowed to Elder Feng together.

Feng Lao flipped through the roster in his hand, and let everyone enter the gate of the camp.

Afterwards, Elder Feng asked a black-armored warrior to distribute a piece of jade slip to everyone, each of which had their respective names and origins and the rank of the pharmacist.

This jade slip is the identity token of Ning Heng and others. If the token is lost, it must be reported immediately. Otherwise, once it is found out that someone does not have the token, they will be locked up for interrogation.

Everyone was assigned to their own tents. Ning Heng and the other two first-tier pharmacists were assigned to a tent in the corner. As soon as they entered, they saw that there were already seven or eight alchemists inside. Tight, each with a tired look.

For the newcomers Ning Heng and the others, these pharmacists didn't care at all, they didn't even want to take a look, they were all immersed in the tense alchemy atmosphere.

Ning Heng and the others didn't bother them, took out the alchemy furnace from the storage bag they received, found a place in the tent and started alchemy.

As first-level pharmacists, they need to refine fifty Yangyuan Pills every day in this camp. This is a task that they must complete. If they cannot complete it, they will be punished. If they cannot complete it three times in a row, they will be punished. will be driven out of the camp.

Such a task is very hard for an ordinary first-level alchemist. It is not difficult to refine Yangyuan Pill, but it takes fifty pills a day, and it will be extremely difficult for the alchemist's mental and physical strength big torture.

Even if there are two days of rest in a month, there are still pharmacists who will be kicked out every month.

Of course, compared to ordinary first-level pharmacists, fifty Yangyuan pills a day for people like Ning Heng are nothing at all.

Just when Ning Heng took out the alchemy furnace to prepare alchemy, he saw another person walking in from outside the tent.

As soon as this person came in, he said very arrogantly to the newcomers of Ning Heng: "You guys, refine some Yangyuan pills every day, if you can't help me get fifty pieces, don't blame me for bullying You new ones."

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