"See you again if you are destined to be." Han Feng said loudly as he looked at the woman's back.

"I met again if I have the fate." Lu Qingling walked away and the voice came.

"Little brother is really a good method. I wonder if this pill can be handed over to me?" The old man just now watched Lu Qingling walk away and chase Han Feng and asked.

Han Feng could not see through the cultivation level of the old man in front of him, and he had a conclusion in his mind that the old man's cultivation level at the sixth level of the Xuan Realm was the same as the daughter of the Painting Sect just now.

The old man was in his sixties, with a hooked nose, a rosy face, no wrinkles, his eyes were leaking, his hair was gray, and he was wearing a gray robe. The strong smell of medicine and elixir scent that floated out of his body showed that the old man was an alchemist.

"No." Han Feng said lightly.

"Is it possible that my little brother is also an alchemist?" the old man sniffed the thick fragrance of pills around Han Feng and asked.

“How is that?”

In Dihui Kingdom, if you take action at will, there is no background, so you will only die. Han Feng is not afraid of this old man, nor has he much patience to talk to him. If you have a background, you will not pursue a pill recipe like this.

The old man praised against his conscience: "Little brother, you must be a genius of the alchemy, so he will compete."

This old man is really shameless. Judging from his at least in his fifties, he must be better than the elixir. These young people in their early twenties are better. For a pill recipe, they really don’t have any face.

No one came out to stop him. I wanted to see how the young man who just accepted the daughter of Huazong's elixir, and how capable he was.

Han Feng also became interested and said lightly: "How to compare the method?"

"Depending on your age, I will not take advantage of you. You and I will each refine a Master Spirit Pill. If your medicinal power is 90% of my husband, I will admit defeat and give you 1,500 yuan of spiritual power. Otherwise, the younger brother will leave the pill recipe." The old man said with confidence.

I just heard Lu Qingling bidding, but the old man dared not increase the bid, for fear of forming a grudge, which would make the Huazong unhappy. Although he was an alchemist, he was a spiritual alchemist, and he had no value or influence on the Huazong. He disappeared as soon as he said he disappeared.

I thought in my mind that if Han Feng didn't agree, then I would reduce it a little more, as long as he had 80% of the medicine power, but if he didn't agree, it would be 70%. Today, this pill recipe is of great importance and a necessity for his promotion to the Xuan-Primary Alchemist.

People around him despise the old man, and he was not ashamed to say such words at a young age. He was also waiting for Han Feng's next decision, and wanted to see if the young man agreed.

"Okay" Han Feng agreed as usual.

The crowd exclaimed, this young man was really a newborn calf and was not afraid of a tiger. Although he was a master's elixir, it was obvious that the old man had an insurmountable advantage in the elixir for many years.

Not to mention 90% or 80%. Looking at the appearance of a young man, he may have just entered the alchemy master for a while. How to compare, people already have the answer in their minds.

Only Shi Yuhua was excited in his heart. Others didn't know Han Feng's background. He had seen him, and he was 90% miserable. Think about it, this monster would have developed a medicine power, which was more pure than the old man. How weird and funny the expressions of those people were.

The old man would not die by hitting the cauldron. Thinking about the 1,500 Yuan Ling became more and more excited.
Chapter completed!