The System Takes Me to Practice

"We also want to go to the battlefield of the ancient immortals, but grandpa won't let it. Father and the others still have things to do. They don't have time to accompany us. I want to go secretly."

Murongxue said, Murong Zhan looked calm and moved.

"I advise you not to go, especially when there are only two of you. Entering is to find death. I have seen the fall of too many cultivators in the Celestial Wonderland, and I even saw the Golden Wonderland experts beheaded. In a word, there are as many celestial beings as dogs, celestial celestial beings everywhere, and true celestial being upstream.

"Then Brother Yang, didn't you just break into the heavenly fairyland? You were an earth fairy before, so how dare you..."

Murong Zhan was a little dissatisfied. He admitted that Yang Fan's cultivation talent was different, but in terms of strength, he felt that Yang Fan was not his opponent.

"You are underestimating me. Do you know what kind of enemies I can kill when I am still on the fifth floor of Earth Wonderland?"

"A strong man in what realm?"

Murong Zhan felt unusual.

"I once killed the third floor of True Wonderland. Do you think that with my combat power, can I break into the battlefield of ancient immortals?"

However, Yang Fan's remarks did not shock the two of them, but were rather funny.

What's a joke, the fifth floor of the Earth Fairyland went to kill the powerhouses of the third floor of the true fairyland. This kind of thing has never happened in the sky fairyland. If only the cultivators of the third floor of the sky fairyland were killed, it might be believed, because This kind of thing has really happened.

As for the third floor of True Wonderland...

Thinking of this, Murong Xue smiled, Murong Zhanqiang held back his smile and said.

"Brother Yang, stop joking, it's not funny at all."

"Why don't you believe it?"

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and didn't care.

"How do we believe this? No one will believe it."

"If you don't believe it, I won't beg you to believe it. I will go back to my residence to rest first. After your grandfather finds someone, take it to me."

After speaking, Yang Fan disappeared, leaving less obvious spatial fluctuations around.

Murong Xue and Murong Zhan looked at each other, their strength was a little low, and they didn't understand how powerful Yang Fan was just now.

As night fell, Lord Lv, Preacher, Jian Wudi, and Xu Liqi came to Yang Fan's courtyard together as if they had agreed.

Yang Fan didn't have to think about it. It must be that Lord Lure and the preacher wanted to eat their own food. He knew the character of this man and beast very well.

About an hour later, Zixiren sat around the stone table, each with a bucket of instant noodles in front of them.

"Brother Yang, we came so early, would you give us something like this?"

Because I just poured hot water into the bucket, the delicious fragrance has not yet come out.

This makes Lord Lu somewhat dissatisfied.

Isn't this noodles? Not only the shape is strange, but the cooking method is also different.

"Hmph, donkey, do you want to eat or not, give it to me if you don't want to."

Come on, the preacher reached out and grabbed the instant noodles of Lord Lu.

"Go away, the old man is very bad."

Xu Liqi, Qiao Peng, and Xu Xin didn't have them in front of them. It's not that the three of them didn't trust Yang Fan and worried that there was poison in it, but that they had no need to eat whole grains when they reached their state.

When the instant noodles were just taken out, the spirit of the three of them penetrated the entire instant noodle bucket.

As time passed, the aroma of the instant noodles became stronger and stronger, and Qiao Peng couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

During the period from the ancient battlefield to the Skyfire Dynasty, the three of them saw Yang Fan and his party stop and prepare to eat more than once, but they all held back and did not eat.

Three minutes later, the lord could not wait any longer, so he lifted the paper cover, broke the noodles, and then picked up the instant noodles with that awkward plastic fork.

It's just that the lord who has never used a fork can only stir up a little noodles every time, which really makes him anxious.

In the end, the lord became angry, and he squeezed the plastic fork into powder, and then grabbed the noodles at eighty or ninety degrees with the hoof that turned into a human hand, opened his mouth and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Ah, it smells so good!"

The lord laughed and looked at Qiao Peng.

"Boy, would you like a bite?"

It's just that Lord Lv is destined not to give Qiao Peng a bite. The amount of instant noodles is inherently small, one bucket is not enough to eat, and two buckets are a bit too much.

The first time he smelled the scent of instant noodles, as long as he still had desires, he could never refuse.

Qiao Peng swallowed, just about to speak, but was interrupted by the lord.

"not for you."

Then the lord poured all the noodles and the soup into his stomach in one go.

The preacher's food looks better. Although the plastic fork is more uncomfortable to use, it is not difficult for him as a foodie.

It took him five minutes to finish the instant noodles, and finally he wiped his mouth with the gentleman's handkerchief.

As for Jian Wudi, chew slowly, like a gentleman of Qianqian.

"It's delicious, Brother Yang, we didn't follow you wrong as expected."

The lord touched his stomach, still aftertaste.

"Yeah, we are really destined to meet you in the central area. Can we have another bucket and have not eaten enough? Now that I think about it, it's still a bit uncomfortable.

The preacher licked his lips and looked at Yang Fan with expectant eyes.

"No, there is only one bucket per person a day. If you eat too much of this kind of thing, you will feel the taste is so normal."

In this way, the group of people scattered.

Two days later.

Yang Fan was meditating in the courtyard, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the courtyard entrance.

"Patriarch Murong, come in."

Knowing that people would bring it in these few days, Yang Fan did not enter the deep cultivation.

Two people came in at the gate of the courtyard, one was Murong Yunhai, and the other was a young and immature boy with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old appearance.

"he is?"

Yang Fan wondered whether this was the medicine genius Murong Yunhai had found these days.

"Xiaoyou Yang, this is the medicine genius I found. Regardless of his young age, he is only more than 300 years old, but he is now a second-tier medicine chemist, but he has not yet been identified."

Yang Fan was a little surprised. The 300-year-old second-rank alchemist was only in the pitiful Yuan Ying stage. If this kind of age is placed in the Five Source Continent, it is definitely a gem of top strength, but here is the fairyland.

"Where did you find it? Is it so small, can you refine the essence of the fairy medicine?"

To become a qualified pharmacist, you must first have the ability to refine medicinal materials. To a cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage, the power of the Immortal Medicine is like a bomb from time to time. If you do not pay attention, you may be shaken to death by the power of the Immortal Medicine.

"Don't think I am young, I also refined the second-grade Qi Qi recovery pill before."

The child suddenly became unhappy, and took out a pill from his arms, but he had nothing to store the pill, which caused the strength of the pill he took out now to lose some.

Yang Fan was a little surprised. The child's hand was indeed an elixir.