The old man lost the gambler with an extremely unwilling attitude, and immediately wanted to win back his own things.

How could he know that it would be difficult to win back what Han Feng had when he got what he had in his hands.

"Okay" Han Feng was still calm and the clouds were quiet, and the exiled immortal in white clothes walked towards the open space.

The crowd cheered. Because the elixir was just now, many people couldn't take notice of it because they were a master's elixir, but this time it was different.

With the lesson learned from last time, the fat boss bets and lost four in one.

No one believed that Han Feng could win this time, and the fat boss didn't believe that a boy in his early twenties started to refine alchemy even though he was a master. This time, Han Feng won and he ate the gate of the Danfang on the spot.

This is not a joke, the spiritual and masters are very different.

The people who bet this time became more and more crazy. The people who lost just now almost suppressed their entire net worth and wanted to make a profit in this competition.

The odds of 1 to 4, especially when seeing Han Feng’s refining just now, many people couldn’t help but temptation and took out some Yuan Ling to beat Han Feng to win.

The fat boss looked at Han Feng's more and more Yuan Ling, and he was happy. It was really dangerous just now, but fortunately Han Feng won the spirit competition. The spirit-grade competition was different.

Both sides checked that the medicinal materials were correct and began to refine them.

Han Feng was more attentive this time than last time, but his speed still remained. He threw the medicinal materials into the alchemy cauldron, and the elixir was completed in half a moment.

While marveling at Han Fengdan's rapid success, no one thought that Han Feng did not become a pill, but was waiting for the old man to refine it to the end, comparing the quality of the pill.

Looking at the pills on both sides of the table, sighs continued.

"Why!"

"Why!"

Most of the people who win and lose are dejected. The people who defeated Han Feng just now blamed themselves for not being cruel enough and missing this opportunity.

Needless to say, the loss seemed to have lost its soul, looking at the pill like a puppet, looking at the evidence in hand.

Everyone looked at the young man in white and the alchemy god came to the world. This person was not a human, but a god. There were really twenty-year-old spiritual alchemists in the world, and their level did not have to be long-term. Those who were immersed in alchemy skills were not bad.

This man in white has talent for alchemy, and can no longer use secular words. Compared with secular alchemists, this person only has it in the sky.

Many people from many forces have attracted Han Feng's attention. Such people will definitely come to the imperial alchemist during their lifetime. Even the emperor alchemist can be touched and there is a high probability that they can enter the imperial alchemist.

It is common in the imperial realm, and the imperial alchemist, the dragon, sees the tail but does not see the head.

"Take it," Han Feng looked at the old man coldly and said.

I have given opportunities, but unfortunately I don’t cherish them. Everyone should bear the result of their choice.

Where is the old man’s ring worth three thousand spiritual moons? At most, it is seven or eight hundred spiritual yuan.

The old man saw that Han Feng could not kill him, so he had the idea of ​​running away, but he was unable to see the crowd around him.

The old man was disgraced and took out the cashier's ring with a cruel heart, hoping that the man in white would not explore it.

Things went against my heart. Han Feng's spiritual energy surged and wrapped the ring. After exploring his spirit, he discovered some herbs and a mysterious alchemy tripod.

"You care about this thing worth three thousand spiritual yuan?" Han Feng put a few medicinal materials and a elixir cauldron on the table in public and threw the ring to the old man.

People were watching the old man, who wanted to crack the rig, his face turned ashamed and red, and his face became hot. He didn't expect that he would lose.

Those who are good at gambling will not end up.

The chubby boss saved the yard and took out three thousand souls and gave them to the old man.

The old man bowed his head and gave it to Han Feng.

The murderous intention is aroused. This kid will die as long as he walks out of Dihui City.

Today's appearance is worth the pleasure. Han Feng and Shi Yuhua's wealth are almost catching up with some top emperor-level powerhouses.

The two of them covered the room with more than 10,000 yuan spirits, and Shi Yuhua gave Han Feng a hammer.

Looking at a big push Yuanling on the ground, he shouted, "No, no, I'm going to be blind."

Finally, I don’t have to worry about Yuan Ling anymore.
Chapter completed!