Cultivation starts with infinite replication

The old man was very happy.

Li Miao raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and thought to himself that Brother Han's alchemy skills were really good: "Yes, this is a top-grade... Foundation Building Pill!"

When he said this, he deliberately stayed on the word "top-grade" for a long time, lengthened his voice, and finally said the word "Foundation Building Pill".

This made Han Feiyu feel itchy.

When he heard the word "Foundation Building Pill", Han Feiyu stood up suddenly: "What! Top-grade Foundation Building Pill!"

But soon his face changed again. As far as he knew about the Qingyan people, Wang Teng would definitely be able to get the Foundation Building Pill.

The mysterious Ling Yuan should also be able to get it.

If the other outer disciples want to get the foundation-building pill, they either have to go to the outside chamber of commerce to buy it at a high price, or exchange it for 4,000 contribution points.

And the above methods will never allow you to get the top-grade foundation-building pill.

"Brother Li, may I ask how you got this foundation-building pill?"

He was a little worried about Li Miao.

"Don't worry, Brother Han! These are all made by my cousin Li Yan, and now he is a master of alchemy!" When he talked about Li Yan's strength, he seemed to feel like he was himself, with a beaming face and a proud face.

"Yes! This is my cousin who asked me to bring it to you!"

Hearing that it was made by Li Yan, his original worries were completely put aside, and at the same time he was extremely surprised that Li Yan's level was so high.

Although he knew that he could also make pills from the simple communication before, he thought he was the same as himself.

As a result, you can make top-grade pills so quickly? !

With trembling hands, he took the jade bottle, and then said to Li Miao solemnly:

"Thank you! Also thank brother Li Yan for me. If you need me in the future, just tell me!"

"Oh! We are all brothers!" Li Miao waved his hand and said indifferently.

At this time, someone suddenly called Han Feiyu's name outside the house.

"Brother Han! Brother Han!"

"Brother Han, someone is calling you!"

"Let's go out and take a look"

As he said, Han Feiyu stopped the formation, and then the two walked out of the door.

The man who ran into him was a man wearing an outer disciple's uniform and had a somewhat feminine appearance.

This man's name was Ouyang Long, and he was one of Han Feiyu's few friends in the sect.

"Brother Han! You finally came out... Who is the person next to you?"

"Oh! Let me introduce myself. My name is Li Miao, and I am Han Feiyu's friend!" Fatty Li clasped his fists.

Ouyang Long returned a greeting: "Nice to meet you! I'm Ouyang Long. If you're Brother Han's friend, then you're my friend!"

After a few pleasantries, Ouyang Long got down to business.

"By the way, Brother Han! Don't you know Li Yan? Go and see, he's fighting with someone!"

"What? My brother is fighting with someone?" Without waiting for Han Feiyu to answer, Fatty Li Miao was the first to speak in surprise.

"Let's go! Let's go and see! Brother Ouyang, please lead the way." Han Feiyu looked at him seriously.

"Okay!" Nodding in agreement, Ouyang Long took the two of them and flew quickly to Douxiantai, which is where the disciples of the sect compete.

During the flight, the two asked about the reason.

Ouyang Long: "I heard that a disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refining admired Wang Yan, and he showed his affection many times but was rejected. Today, when he saw Wang Yan coming out of Li Yan's residence, he was furious and challenged Li Yan on the spot!"

"This..."

The two fell silent after hearing this.

This reason is really... a bit ridiculous.

Then Han Feiyu frowned slightly: "Eighth level of Qi Refining! I'm afraid Brother Li Yan is not his opponent!"

The fat man didn't care at this time. He curled his lips and showed a strange look: "Brother Han, how about we make a bet? Let's bet on whether my brother will win!"

"Hmm?" Han Feiyu raised his eyebrows, feeling that things were not simple. Seeing that the fat man was so confident, could it be that Li Yan's strength could already defeat the eighth level of Qi Refining?

He didn't dare to believe it, but something was strange, so he decided to ask what the bet was first, and said: "What is the bet?"

"Hmm... I haven't thought about it yet." Li Miao was silent for a while and blurted out this sentence.

Han Feiyu:......

Ouyang Long:......

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and punched in his palm: "I got it! How about this, whoever loses agrees to the other party's request, but it can't be too much. If it's too much, you have the right to refuse! How about it?"

Han Feiyu thought about it and nodded in agreement.

"Then I bet my brother will win."

"I'll bet he loses!"

Soon, the three of them arrived at the Douxian Field, which was already surrounded by countless people.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The crowd kept shouting, urging them to start fighting.

The atmosphere was hot

Incomparable!

In the Douxiantai, Li Yan and Zhao Ziming stood on both sides, looking at each other, and the air seemed to be electrified by their gazes.

Zhao Ziming, with a handsome appearance and a stern face, was at the eighth level of Qi Refining. This level of cultivation was already outstanding in the outer sect, but unfortunately he met Li Yan, who was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. He was afraid that he would be unlucky today.

"Damn it! Are you going to fight or not? Two grown men are just looking at chicken feathers!"

"That's right! If you want to fight, do it quickly, don't waste everyone's time!"

Seeing that the two had not made any moves for a long time, the cultivators in the audience were already a little impatient and began to urge them loudly!

Zhao Ziming saw that the atmosphere was almost right, so he decided to attack with a final harsh word. He just wanted to defeat and humiliate Li Yan in front of countless cultivators.

Let Wang Yan know how wrong her choice was.

Isn't it like beating a son for a Qi Refining eighth-level cultivator like beating a seventh-level cultivator?

At this time, Li Yan had been disguising his own aura at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

He deeply followed Nangong Yan's teachings.

Zhao Ziming shouted with his spiritual power: "Li Yan! Whoever loses will kneel down and shout "I am a waste" three times! Is there a problem?"

Li Yan curled his lips when he heard this, his face was calm, and at the same time, he said lightly with spiritual power: "I will not lose!"

He paused as if he thought of something, then shook his head and smiled: "How can an ant shake a tree?"

"Humph! You are so sharp-tongued! Don't last more than three moves!"

"Three moves? No, one move!" Li Yan raised a finger and said.

"I only need one move to defeat you!"

If you dare to compete with him for a woman, you don't need to save face, just abuse him severely!

Wow!

The crowd watching was boiling! They started to discuss.

"Wow! Did I hear it right? Is this Li Yan so arrogant? Is he very strong?"

"What's strong? Isn't he just a Qi Refining Level 7? Zhao Ziming is a Qi Refining Level 8!"

"I'm optimistic about Zhao Ziming too. I've never heard of this Li Yan!"

On a tall building in the distance, Wang Teng felt familiar with this scene, which made him frown slightly.

He remembered it after a little recollection.

His eyebrows relaxed, but he was shocked in his heart!

Isn't this the way Brother Ling pretended to be a pen?

"Damn! This kid pretended to be first!"

Wang Teng felt a little depressed and said to Wang Yan next to him:

"Sister! I see that you don't seem to be worried at all?

Are you so confident in him?"

Wang Yan's mouth corners slightly raised, and she smiled: "Of course! Brother Li Yan is very strong!"

Knowing some of Li Yan's details, Wang Yan was full of confidence in him.

"Huh!" Wang Teng hummed softly and stopped talking. He lowered his head and thought. No one knew what he was thinking.

Zhao Ziming was obviously provoked by his move.

No more words, attack directly!