"Then you just know how to refine alchemy..."

"Say it again!"

"Great grandpa, grandpa, don't argue with you two!"

Mu Yun looked at the two of them quarrel and held their smiles. It was really hard.

Who would have thought that grandpa looked so much like an elder in front of him, but in front of grandpa, he was just a junior. He was scolded and dared not retaliate. It was really funny.

"Your realm is too weak now. The peak of the early stage of the Void God, if you want to reach the realm of the Ancestral God, I am afraid that it will be impossible every ten thousand years!"

"Thousand years..."

Mu Yun frowned.

"Father, Xiaoyun only has a hundred years of life!"

"century?"

Mu Fengxiao was stunned.

"Um!"

Mu Yun said bitterly: "The great life-seeking technique I practice is too domineering and consumes life in exchange for powerful strength. Killing the blood owl clone, which consumes too much!"

"This is also impossible!"

Mu Feng smiled and said, "But your talent is good enough, your realm is improved rapidly, and your vitality is constantly increasing. It doesn't matter, and it's okay to use the divine pill to extend your life!"

"Um!"

"I heard Chen'er say you can refine elixirs? In this way, the reason why my great-grandfather sat on the position of the patriarch of the Shepherd clan was because of the alchemy technique. From today on, I will teach you how to refine elixirs! Refining the divine pill!"

"good!"

Mu Yun was very excited at this moment.

He suddenly thought that his grandfather was the founder of swordsmen, his grandfather was the master of alchemy, and his grandfather was the artifact master. When nine holy monuments gathered in the future, wouldn’t that be... The nine ancestors each had their own talents, and even if they taught a fool, they would become strong.

When he once integrated Mu Yun's memory, he knew that the guy loved reading and could not practice it himself, so he read some unofficial historians who wrote about allusions about the circulating stories of the old man teaching magic skills and the meridians being perfected.

Now that I think about it, those unofficial historians wrote that they only met an old man. This time, he met nine, and each of them had supernatural skills. More importantly, these nine were all his ancestors. When they were taught, they would do their best!

"I wonder if the three holy monuments in my father's place were also communicated with the three ancestors!"

Moreover, when Mu Fengchen was drawn out, a domineering attack was fused into the holy monument - Meteor Blast Rain.

Then this time, if you guide your great-grandfather, should you also have a domineering magical skill?

"No need to think about it, there is indeed!"

Mu Feng smiled lightly at this moment, "Your grandpa's move is called Meteor Blast Rain. It is used with the use of our Madonna Holy Monument. It is overbearing. Your realm is too low. When you reach the realm of the Ancestral God, that move is enough to kill a race's secret world!"

"My move is called Dibootian Fallen!"

"It's much better than your grandfather's!"

"No..." Mu Fengchen muttered unconvincedly: "It's just like me, but the effect is different..."

"What did you say?"

"No...nothing..."

Mu Fengchen smiled and said, "Father, you should rest first. Xiaoyun is now in prison. You can only talk to him about theoretical knowledge, and you cannot let him practice alchemy, so I will talk to him about swordsmanship!"

"Okay!"

Mu Feng smiled and said lightly: "Teach me well. This is your grandson, my great-grandson, who has suffered a lot in his three lives. I will ask Qingyu, my son, I don't feel sorry for me, as the great-grandfather, I still feel sorry for you!"
Chapter completed!