The System Takes Me to Practice

These words of Xu Shixiong can be regarded as an insight to the people of Xianwuzong, explaining what will happen to Xianwuzong in the future.

"It's the pharmacist meeting once every 100 years. There are only three months left. Are we... still participating?"

The elder obviously paused when he said the last sentence. Now Xian Wuzong still has many things to do, and may not be able to take care of such trivial matters.

The purpose of holding a meeting of alchemists is very simple. Someone discovered a secret space a long time ago in which many medicinal materials grow naturally.

Originally there were many forces in the Lower Continent, but now there is such a treasure, and no one is willing to give up. It is said that there was a great battle at that time, and many forces suffered heavy casualties.

Later, it was decided to hold it once every 100 years, during which there was a buffer period of ten years to give those weak forces some hope.

Yang Fan still remembers that when he first came to Xianyu, the first big family he met was the Ouyang family, but only later learned that the true identity of this Ouyang family is the Murong family. The ancestors created a dynasty, and now it is lonely. .

Recalling this, Yang Fan just got up. He promised that the Murong family would go to Murong's house when the century came to represent them at the Alchemist Conference, but in this way he would not be able to represent Xianwuzong.

"This... how many alchemists are still in the sect, and what is the highest level?"

"Sect Master, the last time the Dragon Clan army came, the sixth-rank pharmacist in the sect died in the hands of the Dragon Clan, and now there are only two fifth-rank pharmacists in the sect."

The elder's tone became very unconfident.

"Hey, that's all. In that case, then Immortal Wuzong will not participate in this pharmacist conference."

Hearing this, Yang Fan, who had already planned to return to his dojo, returned the same way and rushed towards Xu Shixiong.

"Sect Master, I think we can participate."

"But we only have two Level 5 Alchemists. At the Alchemist Conference, the Level 5 will not achieve much performance. On the contrary, it will bring stains to the Immortal Wuzong. The top powers in the lower continents have even been promoted to the Alchemist Conference. Nothing, it doesn’t sound good to spread out."

Xu Shixiong frowned slightly, and shook his head for a moment.

"I am a pharmacist, and can represent Xian Wuzong."

"So are you, then you have a few ranks, and forget about the third and fourth ranks."

In Xu Shixiong's view, Yang Fan's talent for cultivation was indeed evil, but he felt that Yang Fan was also abnormal in alchemy, and he absolutely didn't believe it.

"Haha, someone asked Brother Yang's pharmacist grade, which really opened my eyes!"

Just when Yang Fan was about to speak, the inner courtyard of the Immortal Wuzong suddenly heard a familiar and mean laugh. The laughter was getting closer and three figures leaped quickly.

"Yes, Fellow Lv Daoist is right. Brother Yang's alchemy level, except for the saints, is the strongest I have ever seen. There is no one."

Another deep voice followed.

Whoosh whoosh!

The next second the two voices came, the three figures had already landed on the ground, but it was the lord, the preacher, and Chen Shuyue.

"Who just asked Brother Yang what product?"

Lord Lvy put his hands behind his back, raised his head and stood tall, proud of the world, and those who didn't know thought he was talking about himself.

"it's me."

Xu Shixiong's complexion was a little unsightly. When Lord Lu saw this, his momentum was immediately sluggish. When the preacher saw this, he hurriedly spoke.

"Brother Yang naturally didn't say his grade, but he is a dignified nine-level pharmacist. Not to mention the refined pill, even if it is the dirt rubbed off from the body, it is also the best pill, and mortals become immortals on the spot."

"Nine-Rank Alchemist!!!"

Everyone subconsciously ignored the words behind the preacher, and was shocked by the five words of the Ninth-Rank Alchemist.

"Yang...Fan, is what he said true?"

Xu Shixiong swallowed.

Yang Fan nodded slightly, there was no need to cover up this matter.

Suddenly, everyone was like a fried ant, happy, envious, or admired, and the disciples and elders of those alchemists cast their eyes on apprenticeships.

"However, I promised the Murong family a hundred years ago to participate in the Alchemist Conference on their behalf, which means that I can no longer represent the Immortal Wuzong."

The cheers of the crowd stopped abruptly.

"but……"

Yang Fan paused and glanced at the disciples and elders of the pharmacist.

The disciples and elders of the pharmacist stopped breathing, and were very concerned about what Yang Fan said next.

"I will use my clone to participate in the conference, so that Xianwuzong's face is saved. It's just that, for a long time, it is a pity that there are no high-level alchemists in Xianwuzong. So I decided to accept some students to teach. These three months."

Everyone's eyes lit up, not to mention the disciples and elders of the pharmacist, even Xu Shixiong was moved, how lucky it is to be a disciple of the ninth-grade pharmacist.

Perhaps after seeing these people's thoughts, Yang Fan said again.

"It's a student, not a disciple. I won't accept disciples."

These mad members of the Immortal Wuzong kowtow, in their opinion, there is no difference between a disciple and a student.

"It's all gone. Tomorrow I will start to choose people. Anyone who thinks I have hope can come."

Having said that, Yang Fan hurriedly took Lvye and others to leave.

Ten minutes later, in Yang Fan's dojo, Lord Lv skillfully played with the hot pot on the table. The hot pot inside was steaming, and a lot of delicious food was tossing up and down, exuding a seductive fragrance.

"I said Brother Yang, how long hasn't seen you since then, you have changed so much, you almost surpassed me."

Lu Ye shook his flowing bangs, and his handsome cheeks did not become ugly or unsightly because of his gluttonous eating.

"You too, your mouth is still so cheap."

Yang Fan shook his head and put some dishes into the bowls for Sun Yunzhu and Chen Shuyue respectively. The three of Zeng Zhuojun beside them only felt that they shouldn't be here.

Lord Lv was not ashamed but proud, showing his signature smile, and said again.

"Brother Yang, you wouldn't really use a clone to represent Xian Wuzong to participate in the alchemist conference as you said before, would you?"

"This is natural. A hundred years ago, I had promised the Murong family. I am dignified and emperor Fantian, can I still regret it?"

"I didn't expect you to become the emperor, really...huh? Did you just say you were the emperor?"

The preacher nodded, and just picked up a piece of tofu, suddenly thinking of something, his mouth opened wide, his eyes almost staring out.

"Taoist, don't be depressed. This guy can't guess with normal thinking at all. It's within my expectation to become the emperor, but I didn't expect to break through so soon."

Lord Lv disagrees, now he is his last life, and he recalled some memories not long ago. It seems that he is about to awaken the bloodline, and the saints will be trampled under his feet at all times.