The genius doctor is all over the city, the emperor is very fond of the little poisonous concubine

Chapter 473 Feng Yunyao with a Low Cultivation
Chapter 470 Three Feng Yunyao with Low Cultivation
Sensing Feng Yunyao's gaze, the old man looked at each other calmly, stroked his beard, and said with a hearty smile: "Girl, don't you think that I know you and approach you on purpose, hahaha, even if you give The old man's is poisonous wine, and the old man dares to drink it."

When he said this, his eyes changed, and his words revealed arrogance, "If you give this old man poisoned wine, it won't be the old man who dies but you."

Regarding his arrogant words, Feng Yunyao didn't feel that he was exaggerating at all, since the old man appeared, she felt that he was not an ordinary person.

A person who can walk into the cave without her knowing it must be several times or even more powerful than hers. Even if he deliberately hides his cultivation, she can still feel his strength.

A strong enough person has such crazy capital.

Feng Yunyao smiled indifferently, "Senior taught me the lesson very well, I was the one who worried too much, come on, I won't go home if I don't get drunk tonight."

As he spoke, he threw the wine jar directly to the old man.

The old man didn't change his face at all because of the wine jar that came over by surprise, he raised his hand and easily took the wine jar thrown by Feng Yunyao, and directly took a few swigs from the wine jar, "It's fun, it's better to drink like this."

Listening to the conversation between them, Long Shisan was a little dazed, why did he feel that he was a little tense just now, but he soon became a close friend again.

"Why are you staring blankly at Thirteen? My master's cooking is not good, but the wine making is excellent. The wine she brews is very delicious." Xiao Bai held a bowl and took a sip, savoring the deliciousness of the wine. The little guy looks like a little drunkard.

Then he put the unfinished wine into Longhu's mouth, "Xiaohu, try the wine made by my master, it's delicious."

"Hmph, I don't want to drink your saliva." Longhu turned his head aside in disgust, then pointed to an empty bowl with his front paw, "Pour wine."

If it had nimble claws like Xiaobai, it wouldn't be bothered to use this little one.

"Scream big brother and I'll pour it for you."

"Roar!"

"What are you yelling, I'll just give it to you, hum, stingy." Xiaobai digs his ears, snorts, pours a bowl for Longhu and puts it in his mouth dissatisfied.

Only then did Longhu put away his dislike for Xiaobai, and finished drinking it in one gulp on the bowl, with a look of unfinished content.

Pushing the bowl to Xiaobai, he hummed coolly: "Pour."

"Don't fall, I have a lot of backbone, okay?" Xiaobai has long been displeased with the tone of its order. It just wants to be friends with Longhu, but not to be its younger brother.

Long Hu was very angry, but wanted to drink again, so he had to soften his voice, "Xiaobai, help me pour the wine."

"Say thank you, be polite as a beast."

"...Thank you." For the sake of the wine, I endured it!

"That's good."

Xiaobai touched the tiger's head, poured the wine before the dragon and tiger got angry, and pushed it to its mouth.

Long Shisan picked up the bowl and took a sip gracefully, nodded, "This wine is very good. It tastes mellow and full of aura. It is also assisted by spirit grass, which can rival the effect of third-level spirit grass."

"The third-level spirit grass is a bit too much, it can exceed the second-level." Although the old man likes to drink this wine very much, his evaluation is very fair.

Feng Yunyao agrees with his evaluation, "Senior is right, brewing wine with spirit grass is to satiate one's appetite, if you want to make spirit grass more effective, it's better to refine medicine pills."

"Do you know how to make alchemy?" The old man asked following her words.

"I know a thing or two. With a low cultivation base, I can only refine low-grade pills." If she was in the Sky Continent, she would definitely not say that, but there are masters everywhere here, and it is up to her to pick one out casually. Above all, people have to face reality.

The old man sized her up with narrowed eyes, stroked his gray beard, and said, "Your current cultivation is at the middle level of King Xuan, and your alchemy skills are no higher than the tenth rank."

"Senior guessed right, I can only refine ninth-grade pills now." Feng Yunyao said neither humble nor overbearing.

"Ninth grade? It's really low." The old man seemed to be considering something, and then made a decision, "Forget it, who made us so destined, your cultivation base and alchemy are low, but seeing your talent is good, this old man will break it." Except for accepting you as a disciple."

(End of this chapter)