The System Takes Me to Practice

"It seems that you need at least an eighth-grade pharmacist. With the qualifications of a younger brother, there is nothing wrong with reaching an eighth-grade in one hundred years."

Jian Shisan stroked his beard, and he couldn't help but praise. It was just that when he looked at Yang Fan again, he couldn't help but sighed when he saw his tricky expression. The eyes that looked at Yang Fan again were strange, shocking, unbelievable, and excited.

Yang Fan smiled again, pretending to be looking for something in the savings ring, a can of Coke appeared in his palm, but what made others wonder is that a somewhat familiar badge-like object was brought out during this period.

The little thing fell to the ground, making a crisp clink.

"Ah, something has fallen." Yang Fan was about to open the can, pretending to see the thing falling, picking it up, and then pretending to drink Coke in a hurry, put the thing directly on the table, hurriedly pulled the ring, and took a bite. Drink half a can of Coke.

Everyone looked at each other and turned their gazes at the badge on the table. After a few seconds, everyone was shocked. The elder hurriedly took the badge in his hand and checked it carefully, and then shivered to the head Jianyi.

After Jian Yi finished reading it, he handed it to Jian Shisan tremblingly. After reading Sword Thirteen, he swallowed his saliva and put the badge back in place.

The eighth rank pharmacist is also one of the few in the entire Five Source Continent, and the total number can be counted by one hand, and the young Monkey King is actually an eighth rank pharmacist. If you give him some time, isn’t it just nine Taste the pharmacist?

Nine-Rank... Throughout the history of Wuyuan Continent, there is only one person who has reached it, and that is the founder of Shengxiandan. Because of the age, specific information is no longer available.

If you let others know that Yang Fan's real grade is Emperor Pin Alchemist, it will spread to the entire Wuyuan Continent, and even people in the waters outside the mainland, I am afraid they will be alarmed.

"This is... the eighth-grade pharmacist badge of the pharmacist union, brother, I didn’t expect it! It’s really auspicious that descended from the sky, God bless my divine sword gate."

Jian Shi 13 laughed. If it weren't for Yang Fan to evade in time, I'm afraid that Jian Shi 13 would be snatched away by this bad old man for the first time.

Others also showed joy, stroked their beards, laughed, or rushed to tell each other, or...different postures. This is not because there are no high-level alchemists in the Excalibur Sect. Today's Sword Sect, There are only two for the sixth rank, and five for the fifth rank. As for the fourth rank, there are as many as double digits, and there are countless other low-rank alchemists.

As early as when Yang Fan was taking the test, he felt a little bit. There are tens of thousands of disciples in the Sword Sect. Among them, one third chooses a pharmacist. One pharmacist raises two people. There is no pressure at all. On the contrary, there are redundant, redundant pills, and the Divine Sword Gate will trade them out in exchange for other cultivation resources. But, who would think that there are more pills? Therefore, even if it is the Divine Sword Gate, unless there are a lot of pill, and there are not many medicinal materials in the gate, it will not be sold outside.

"So, with Uncle Master, I will have all the medicine needed for cultivation."

The ten elders looked at Yang Fan with respect. This kind of respect is not only because Yang Fan is his master uncle, but also the respect for a senior alchemist, even this respect exceeds the respect for the elders.

"Uncle Lao," the head Jian Yi said respectfully to Yang Fan.

"It just happens to be fine now. I also need to refine some pills for cultivation, so let's go to refine the pills."

Yang Fan touched his chin, thinking of a tenth-level sect like the Divine Sword Gate, there must be good medicinal materials.

"Go, please here."

Jian Yi waved a big hand, without the majesty that a head should have.

Just after Jian Yi took Yang Fan and the Ten Great Elders and his party, the smile on the face of the old head Jian Shisan, who was still in the same place, disappeared, and instead he showed a smile as if someone had taken him something.

"Master, why do you want me to accept this son for you?"

Jian Shisan bowed respectfully at the figure who looked like the Supreme Elder by outsiders. The whole body was covered in white robe, and there was no breath on his body, as if he was a dead person.

"This son's talent is really extraordinary. You have seen it. There is such an achievement at this age. His future is limitless. Even if this kind of person cannot be taken under his command, he cannot be an enemy. And I always have a feeling. It won’t take long before the entire Wuyuan Continent will be in chaos, and he can resolve this disaster."

"Can't it be resolved with Master's current strength?" Jian Shisan was a little surprised.

"Thirteen, the remaining power of my clone can only be used once, and can only be used when facing the destruction of the Divine Sword Sect. If he can become an immortal, then my Divine Sword Sect will be able to pass on forever."

"The disciple understands, and the disciple will definitely live up to his trust.

The white-robed man waved his hands and walked deep into the hall with his hands behind him.

"You go ahead."

Until the figure disappeared, a hoarse sound of wounds came from the depths of the hall.

"Yes!"

Jian Shisan bowed in the direction where the white-robed man had disappeared, then walked out of the hall with his hand and walked towards the Dan Pavilion where Yang Fan was located.

At this time, the Pill Pavilion in the inner courtyard of the Excalibur Gate.

"I have seen the head, elders!"

Jian Yi took Yang Fan into the Pill Pavilion, and some of the disciples who passed by stopped one after another.

Obviously, Jian Yisi didn't care about these little things, and hurriedly took Yang Fan into the best refining pharmacy, and ordered his disciples to fetch some high-grade medicinal materials. Before a cup of tea time, the room was full of various Valuable medicinal materials.

"Uncle Master, there are more than a dozen prescriptions that are in urgent need of pill. If it is not too troublesome, let's start with these five-rank high-level boosting pill."

After taking the pill, Yang Fan glanced slightly, and he had already kept the pill of more than a dozen kinds of pill in his heart. It's not that Yang Fan doesn't know how to refine, even if he is a Emperor Pin Alchemist, he will not remember all kinds of pill formulas, let alone Yang Fan, who is directly promoted to Emperor Pin Alchemist. The analogy is to have knowledge without practice.

"Ok, then I will start first."

As everyone left, Yang Fan opened the system interface, activated the medicine refining hosting function, refining medicine, and took out the two novels over and over, drinking a drink and watching.

At this time, Jian Yi and the ten elders were standing at the door, or meditating on the spot, or discussing Yang Fan with others.

"Big brother, how long do you think it will take Uncle Master to finish refining?" The second elder said while looking at the door.

"I think it takes half a day for a kind of pill. After he finishes refining these, half a month is needed."

"That's right, Master, if that's the case, I should wait for something else."

"That's OK."

However, they thought that it would take half a month for an eighth-grade alchemist to refine a dozen high-grade pills, but they didn't know that there was something called a system.

Less than two hours after they left, the door of the room was opened and Yang Fan walked out with a huff. At this time, the inner disciple who had been guarding the door respectfully bowed to Yang Fan.

"Brother, is there anything wrong?"

"Go tell the elders and say they are all done."

The matter of Yang Fan becoming a disciple of Jian Wudi is very important. Jian Yi and the others did not intend to disclose it. The reason why this inner disciple called Yang Fan a senior was only because he believed that Yang Fan was favored by the elders. Brother.

In fact, in the realm of cultivation, no matter how long the outer disciples have joined, they will be called seniors to disciples who are higher than themselves. The outer disciple sees the inner disciple, and the inner disciple sees the core disciple.

The inner disciple didn't have the slightest fluctuation on his face, maybe he thought that Yang Fan was just refining a low-grade pill.

"Yes!"

"what!!!"

"You said he has refined all the pills?"

"Yes, Great Elder, Senior Brother said he has refined all the pills."

Everyone looked at each other, and hurriedly put down the things in their hands, and hurriedly flew to the refining pharmacy.

When they came to the room, everyone saw the neatly placed jade pots on the table, with the fragrance of the medicine pill in the air. Take a deep breath, as if someone who has lived in the city for a long time suddenly breathes the fresh air in the countryside.

(I want to give three chapters inexplicably, so let's make up 50,000 words)