Alchemy&Martial Supreme

Several elders looked at each other and saw the bitterness and despair in each other's eyes.

"Cangyu, isn't Qin Ming studying pills to cure the patriarch? What's the situation now?"

An elder suddenly remembered that three years ago, the speed of alchemy was very fast and the power of elixir was very strong. A glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

"No reply!" Cangyu shook his head.

He has not visited Qin Ming for a year. He has lost confidence in him. He is just a dead horse and a living horse doctor. It is good to have another chance.

He lost hope for Qin Ming, not because he was not optimistic about his Dan Dao strength, but because he was clear about the difficulty of studying the elixir.

If we can work out a kind of elixir in a few years, then the whole continent will be piled up with miraculous pills.

What's more, what he needs is the elixir or the antidote. This kind of special pill increases the difficulty of research.

There is only one dan God in this continent. It is said that he made a magic pill by mistake. When refining other pills, he accidentally refined one of them.

Although the alchemy master wrote down the Dan prescription, he could not repeatedly refine it no matter how he refined it.

The magic Dan became a masterpiece.

As for the divine alchemy master, it is not clear if he has ever worked out a divine pill.

All the elders knew that they could not expect the return of Qin Ming, and they all clearly studied the difficulty of a divine quality pill.

"We have been hiding from the disciples for a long time. They have begun to suspect and are all clamoring to see the patriarch. What should we do?"

An old man with gray hair said bitterly.

When the LORD came back, he was in a coma. The whole clan knew about it.

They didn't worry much. After all, there was Dandi in the clan, and they might ask the outside Danti for help.

But now a few years later, the patriarch still did not show up, the disciples from just a little flustered, become disoriented, began to speculate.

If it goes on like this, some disciples will break in.

"Tell the truth!" Think about, cangyu helpless way.

White haired elder slightly a Leng: "according to the truth, there may be big trouble!"

"Alas..." Cangyu sighed, "it's always said. If we wait until the patriarch's death, I guess the disciples will not be able to bear it."

"Something bigger could happen."

"It's better to tell them the truth now so that they can be psychologically prepared!"

"Have you reached this point?" The white eyebrow elder's beauty beat, his crutches trembled and his body swayed.

Next to the elder to hold the white eyebrow: "the patriarch is in such a big trouble. The martial god sect of nuota still needs us to persist. You can't fall down!"

"Alas..." White eyebrow closed his eyes, tears from the old eyes.

"Let's go! Let's go out Go out to the Lord Prepare for the aftermath

"If you want to let the patriarch walk in the wind and light, don't disgrace me."

Cangyu turned his head and did not let people see his face.

With that, he walked towards the outside step by step. When he was about to leave the underground palace completely, he could not help but look back at the patriarch's room. In an instant, tears flowed.

"Let's go!" The elder with white eyebrow clubbed his crutches and went to the door.

"I want to see the Lord, you go up first!" The white haired elder went to the patriarch's room, followed by two elders.

White eyebrow nods, no more words.