Feng Qianchen didn't take his words to heart. He had only one goal, and that was to invite Mu Qingfeng.

It took him a lot of effort to find out about this person.

No matter whether there was a tiger or a wild beast on the second floor, he had to hire the best doctor for his grandmother.

Holding the reservation order in hand, I strode towards the second floor.

At this time, Rong Shaochong was lying on the couch, gnawing on melon seeds out of boredom.

He said to himself: "Business has been getting slower and slower recently, there are fewer and fewer people coming to fight, and there are even fewer masters. If this continues, I will die."

"Third Master, in fact, you can learn more about alchemy, make good use of your own conditions, and open up a new path, which will be of great help to you in the future."

"Yes, Third Master, there are not many people like you who have the attributes of fire and wood."

Two beautiful women, one on the left and one on the right, were waiting for Rong Shaochong.

These two are Duanmuduan's maids, but Rong Shaochang likes to play with them.

Because they both have such sweet mouths that it’s boring to say the least.

Rong Shaochong threw a peanut into his mouth and said proudly: "Of course, who am I? A genius."

It was because he had two attributes, fire and wood, and a special constitution, which made him most suitable for the profession of alchemist, that he was forced by his mother to become Mu Qingfeng's teacher.

Suddenly, he sighed: "There are still a thousand alchemy sutras that have not been copied?"

The two beautiful women looked at each other, then smiled and did not answer his words.

Did he mean to ask them to help him again?

"How about you two..."

"Bang!" The door was kicked open hard, interrupting Rong Shaochou's words.

Rong Shaochao shuddered violently, looked at the door, and saw a small head peeking out.

Then what caught his eye was a pretty little face.

A bunch of hair was tied on the little guy's head, and the hair stood up high.

His two eyes were blinking and he put one hand on the door, looking around like a thief.

However, Rong Shaochong did not get up immediately to receive guests as usual.

Instead, he looked curiously at the little guy outside the gauze curtain.

A soft voice then sounded: "Is there anyone there?"

"Is anyone here?"

"I'll come in when no one is there!"

"If there is someone, just give a shout and I will go out and knock again."

Forehead……

Rong Shaochong painted a few black lines on his forehead.

Only thieves will come in when no one is around.

Feng Qianchen shouted a few more times: "Is there really no one there? I thought the second floor was so weird?"

His eyes swept across the huge competition arena.

He sighed and said to himself: "It's empty. It seems like there's not much money to be squeezed out of this place."

Although he said this, he still walked into the room unwillingly.

He just kicked the door so hard on purpose just to see if there was anyone inside. If there was anyone, then he would treat it as a martial arts competition. If not, then he would just take advantage of it.

Enter the room and close the door.

After walking around the arena, I finally came to the wooden rack where the weapons were placed.

He raised his head and looked at the spear, stretched out his hand and touched it: "What is it made of? Hey, it doesn't look like silver."

Rong Shaochong hummed proudly: Of course it's not made of silver, it's made of sacred stones collected by my master from the world of gods.

"Oh, it's not worth anything if it's silver, let alone if it's not silver." Feng Qianchen's words almost made Rong Shaochong jump up in anger.
Chapter completed!