Chief Alchemist

Chapter 316 Huge Crisis (2)
Liu Feng came back to his senses, adjusted the balance of his voice again, restrained his breath, everything was silent, and he was the only one in the world.

Then with a thought, with a muffled sound, the huge and ancient Kowloon Taixu Cauldron knocked on the ground and let out a distant cry, and slowly sat down.

Liu Feng focused his eyes on it, and slowly raised his hand.The highest-grade elixir she had ever refined was just an earth-grade elixir, but this time, what she wanted to refine was a first-grade celestial-grade elixir...Gold-grade Resurrection Pill.

The Golden Resurrection Pill is an extremely popular panacea among soul refiners. The speed of replenishing soul power in battles with others is top-notch. When two people are fighting, they can often easily change a situation and turn the world around.Its "returning" speed is more than a notch faster than that of bronze and silver products.

Liu Feng took a deep breath, this gold product Resurrection Pill, it can be said that it was almost her refining pill that crossed the level, she didn't expect to be able to succeed the first time, maybe it took her hundreds of times to succeed.She never thought about soaring to the sky, but finding ways and feelings in this kind of mistakes can make her progress faster.If it was normal, she would not choose such a method of wasting materials, but now it is different. If she wants to enter the alchemy domain, it is useless to rely only on the backstage and the support of others. Only with sufficient strength can he be recognized!
It was another half month, and the city of Rome had gradually returned to calm, just like life in the past, without wind and waves, and occasionally heard the crazy deeds of a few Roman Academy students, which became the words of everyone's chat after tea.

South Hall.

Nan Zhentian sat on the main seat and looked at the people below with a smile. During this period of time, he was in an extremely good mood. Those people who went to Bei's house every day would find this or that reason to come to his Nan's house.Although it is said that the relationship between the two families has been secretly improving after the death of Nanren Que Qinghe, but the kind of enmity between the two parties left over from ancient times still made him feel uncomfortable with the Shangbei family's constant visits. Very cool.

Nan Zhentian took a sip of tea, um, why didn't I think this tea was so sweet before?

"Old man Shangbei, today, why are you here again?" Nan Zhentian looked at the lonely Shangbei below, and said with a smile.

Shangbei Gucan was depressed now, and when his face turned cold, he wanted to have an attack, but he glanced at Que Rong who was sitting next to him, and curled his lips: "Has my good granddaughter not left the customs yet?"

Nan Zhentian smiled slightly: "Old man Shangbei, for the past one and a half months, you have come every day, every day, don't you think you are too diligent?"

Shangbei Gucan was so choked that he couldn't speak, depressed, curled his lips, but said nothing.He naturally knew that Liu Feng didn't leave the customs so quickly. He came here a month ago, so he knew that Liu Feng didn't leave the customs so quickly, but...but he is so old, and he doesn't have any special things to do on weekdays. Wouldn't it be boring if you didn't find something for yourself to do?Moreover……

"Patriarch!" A servant suddenly trotted over and said as soon as he entered the hall: "Patriarch! Someone has come to propose a marriage again! Outside the door, the red makeup is ten meters away, it's just like"

"Get out!" Nan Zhentian frowned, and waved his hand, "In the future, when you see this kind of thing, one by one will be chased away, and there is no need to report it!"

Shangbei Gucan secretly smiled, this is the most fundamental reason why he comes here every day.When he went to Bei's house, he was almost turned into a traffic jam, and it was annoying, so he just came to his Nan's house every day in a bright and bright manner, and put all his troubles on the old man.

How can Sinan Zhentian not know about the lonely and disabled Shangbei?Glancing at Shangbei Gucan, he knew this old man a long time ago, although he seemed cold and a bit chilly on weekdays, but his mind was cunning, otherwise Que Rong would not have been snatched away by this old man... ...Thinking of this, Nan Zhentian glared at Shangbei Gucan again, really depressed, depressed!
At this moment, another house slave hurried in. Before he could open his mouth, Nan Zhentian waved his hand and said, "Didn't you tell me everything, why don't you come? What's going on with you?"

Seeing Nan Zhentian's impatient look, the man hurriedly said: "It's not the Patriarch, this time, the person who came is Yihe Saintess of Wanbaotang!"

Nan Zhentian, Shangbei Gucan, and Que Rong frowned almost at the same time, Nan Zhentian waved: "Please!"

Yihe was wearing a clear blue gown, with long clear blue hair, and walked in gracefully, but there was no girlishness in every step, instead, it was as long as water, a little majestic.Beside her was a man in a white robe, it was Yingshui.

The three of Nan Zhentian all stood up. Even though they were proud and arrogant, the saint of the Temple of Light already had the qualifications to be equal to them even if she was in charge of the Wanbao Hall, let alone this person The glorious title of the saint.

"Saint Yihe, when did you come this time?" The Temple of Light symbolizes light, and it has an extraordinary status on the continent of Rubia. It is beyond the influence of power, and its influence cannot be underestimated. The quantity is not small.

Yihe's expression was full of solemnity, a pair of blue eyes looked at Nan Zhentian, waved his hands, rejected the invitation to take a seat, and said slowly: "The teleportation stone of the Temple of Light has already fluctuated strangely, and the space on the upper floor is being Invaded by strange people."

Listening to Yihe's words, although they were puzzled, there was a strange color in their eyes.

Then De Yihe continued: "It was the same situation that year. At that time, the vision of heaven and earth changed suddenly, two barriers were forcibly entered, and a world-shattering battle broke out in the sky of Rome. Nan Min is dead!"

Every single word spoken in the rear seemed to be a heavy sledgehammer, hitting the chests of the three of them fiercely. The three of them only felt their bodies tremble at the same time, and then there was a buzzing sound in their heads!
"You... what did you say?" Nan Zhentian's fingers were cold, and he felt that a bucket of cold water was poured from the top of his head, cooling his limbs and bones!
"You...you...you mean...feng...Xiaofeng..." Que Rong's face turned pale as well. The scene of that year was vivid in his memory. Those people were really terrifying, so terrifying that they were like gods, and they couldn't resist. It's just an ant at the mercy of others, with nowhere to escape!Could it be that tragedy...will happen again?

(End of this chapter)