Elder Bai said to Mo Zhitao angrily: "Mo Zhitao, don't talk nonsense, I haven't liked men for many years."

"Ah, Elder Bai, did you like men before?" Mo Zhitao secretly sweated coldly. Fortunately, Elder Bai didn't like men for many years. If he still likes men now, he would have to stay away.

"Hahaha." Elder Black laughed.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm just a metaphorical statement, not that I used to like men." Elder Bai hurriedly defended himself.

Elder Hei said: "Elder Bai, I now find that Mo Zhitao is good at putting it in his pockets. We should be careful in our words in the future, otherwise we will be deceived by him."

"Yes, this time he lied to us and asked his people to come to the practice room to practice. We didn't know how to explain to others." Elder Bai was sweating secretly.

"Two elders, I, Mo Zhitao, are not that kind of people." Mo Zhitao said.

"Hmph, you're that kind of person." Elder Bai turned his head and looked at Elder Hei, "Elder Hei, we must be so energetic. Otherwise, all the belongings in the Martial Alliance were deceived by this kid."

Mo Zhitao became interested, "Elder, what other good belongings in the Wu League? Tell me about it."

"There is no good family." The two black and white elders immediately shut up. How could the Wu League have no good things? However, they could not let Mo Zhitao know. Mo Zhitao is like a thief. If Mo Zhitao knew that there was something good inside, he would definitely think of stealing or cheating.

"Elders, do we have a ninth-grade practice pill here?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"Zhitao, do you think the ninth-grade qigong pill is so easy to refine?" Elder Black said seriously. "Now there are fewer and fewer alchemists. Our Martial Arts Alliance can only refine the seventh-grade qigong pills and the eighth-grade qigong pills. All the alchemy masters over there can be practiced."

Mo Zhitao asked excitedly, "Is there a ninth-grade practice pill over there?" Sister, if there is one, he might raise the Yin-Yang Art to level seven if he eats one. If his strength reaches level nine, he will not be afraid of the Lin family.

"This is a secret." The two elders said in unison. "Zhitao, there are some things that we cannot know. Only the head of the big family over there knows."

"Oh, I know that the refining of high-grade qigong practice pills requires powerful alchemists and high-grade medicinal materials. However, our martial arts alliance only has seventh-grade alchemists, which is a pity." Elder Black sighed.

Mo Zhitao asked, "Elder Black, do we have medicinal materials for refining eighth-grade qigong Pills?"

"What's the use of medicinal materials with eighth-grade martial arts pills?" said Elder Bai. "A pharmacist without eighth-grade martial arts, no matter how good the medicinal materials are, they are useless."

Mo Zhitao was thinking about the little girl in his heart for a while, "Two elders, let's discuss doing a business, how about it?"

Elder Black looked up at Mo Zhitao's cunning expression. He shook his head desperately and said, "No, you are so cunning, so we won't do any business with you. Elder Bai, are you right?"

"Yes, Mo Zhitao, you are too cunning. We dare not do business with you." Elder Bai nodded and agreed.

"Two elders, did you get your eighth-grade qigong Pill from there?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"What do you mean? Let's exchange it for good things." Elder Black shouted loudly. Such a good thing could not be used. Every year when they go there to exchange for the eighth-grade qigong pill, they will cause heavy bleeding from the Martial Alliance. Both of them are bleeding in their hearts when they see it.

But if the Martial Alliance does not have eighth-grade practice pills, it will not attract a large number of masters to work hard for them. The masters in the martial arts world do not like money and want to improve their martial arts. As long as they serve the Martial Alliance for so many years and rely on points to exchange for eighth-grade practice pills, they will definitely want to stay here to practice, perform tasks, and finally change to eighth-grade practice pills to improve their martial arts.

Mo Zhitao smiled sinisterly, "If you provide medicinal materials and I will help you refine the eighth-grade qigong Pill, what are my benefits?"

Now Mo Zhitao has a bold plan to help Wu Meng refine qigong pills and get benefits from it. Wu Meng has a large number of high-quality medicinal materials, and their Yin-Yang Gate is hard to buy even seventh-grade medicinal materials outside, let alone eighth-grade medicinal materials.

"What?" Elder Black stared at Mo Zhitao in surprise, "Zhitao, you don't want to think about the eighth-grade qigong pill to make your head fever, right? The doctor is not autonomous, you go back to the medical department to ask someone to help you see the disease." Elder Bai was worried about Mo Zhitao's body.

Mo Zhitao gave Elder Bai a blank look and said, "Elder Bai, you are just sick."

"Mo Zhitao, if you are not sick, you just said that you would help us refine the eighth-grade qigong pill?" Elder Bai said. "Do you know? It's not that your martial arts are high, you are an alchemist. Now there are fewer and fewer alchemists in our country. What is the reason? That is, you have the talent of an alchemist, and you also have perseverance and alchemist."

Because alchemists often study the preparation of medicinal materials and elixirs, and they don’t have time to practice martial arts. If they have time to practice martial arts, their ability to refine medicines will not be improved.

Like Lan Pengshan, deputy director of the Wu League Medical Department, he is a seventh-grade alchemist, and he has just improved his ability to this extent. At the same time, doctors in the medical department often study medical skills, and their martial arts are difficult to improve, let alone people with professions like alchemists.

Even if your martial arts is level 9, if you don’t know how to refine medicine and have no talent for refining medicine, no matter how high your martial arts are, it is useless. Maybe you can’t even refine the first-grade practice pill.

Mo Zhitao said: "Our Yin-Yang Sect originally has the ability to refine medicine, and it is estimated that the other four medical sects also have the ability to refine medicine. And I should be able to refine the eighth-grade qigong Practice Pills.

Mo Zhitao dared not say that he could do it, because of the limitations of high-grade medicinal materials, he had only refined the seventh-grade practice pill, but not the eighth-grade practice pill.

"Zhitao, are you also an alchemist?" Elder Bai looked at Mo Zhitao in surprise. Although all major medical sects have their own alchemists, their martial arts and alchemist levels are completely different.

Not to mention the eighth-grade alchemist, even the sixth-grade alchemist, they are also the figures that major sects are rushing to seek. When the Martial Alliance recruited Lan Pengshan, Lan Pengshan was just a fifth-grade alchemist.

After the Martial Alliance spent a lot of resources on Lan Pengshan, he improved to the strength of a seventh-grade alchemist. People over there, who asked about Lan Pengshan's strength from time to time. It is estimated that as long as Lan Pengshan's martial arts reach level 8, people over there will want to dig Lan Pengshan to go there.

Even if Lan Pengshan’s refining level is not at the eighth level, they know that as long as the alchemist reaches the eighth level of martial arts, the refining level will not be much worse. As long as they continue to work hard, they may increase the strength of refining to the eighth level.

Mo Zhitao nodded and said, "Yes, I am also an alchemist."

"Ah." Elder Bai shouted in surprise, and he jumped three feet high. "Are you actually an alchemist?"

Elder Black shouted: "Elder Bai, don't be impulsive, aren't you afraid that others will know?"

Elder Bai also knew that he had lost his composure. He hurried to the door and closed the door. He said to the old man outside the door: "We don't see anyone now." After that, Elder Bai closed the door and returned to his seat.

"Zhitao, what kind of alchemist are you?" Elder Bai asked Mo Zhitao.

"I don't know what grade I am now." Mo Zhitao said in embarrassment. "However, I must have a grade seven, because I can refine the seventh grade practice pill."

"My goodness, you are actually a seventh-grade alchemist." Elder Bai shouted excitedly as he patted his thigh.

Mo Zhitao shook his head and said, "Elder Bai, you are wrong."

"I'm wrong?" Elder Bai said strangely. "Zhitao, didn't you say that just now?"

"I mean, I am at least a seventh-grade alchemist, but not an eighth-grade. I don't know, I have never refined it. Because I have never found the eighth-grade medicinal materials, and now I can't find them on the market." Mo Zhitao said with a bitter face.

Alas, if he had seventh-grade or eighth-grade medicinal materials, he could refine some high-grade practice pills, and his brothers could break through.

Like Master Mu Ming, he has been wandering at the peak of the late stage of the seventh level. If there is an eighth-grade practice pill for the master to eat, he can definitely improve Master Mu Ming's martial arts to level 8.

Last time, Lin Jingmin paid them an eighth-grade practice pill, but that was what Zi Xu and the others deserved, and Mo Zhitao was embarrassed to take them. At the same time, Mo Zhitao was also afraid that Zi Xu would be in danger, so he also wanted to improve Zi Xu and the others' strength.

"Zhitao, in fact, this is not difficult to identify. If we give you eighth grade medicinal materials, you will know it once you try it." Elder Hei said.

"This is OK, I can try it." Mo Zhitao also said excitedly. He had not refined the eighth-grade practice pills, so it would be very exciting if he asked him to try it. Moreover, he can improve his internal strength in the process of refining medicines, which is also beneficial.

Of course, his advantage is that he cannot tell others. Because he is a freak, his method of improving his martial arts is different from that of others.

Elder Bai asked Mo Zhitao, "Zhitao, what is the success rate when you refine the seventh-grade practice pill?"

"Yes, what is the success rate? How many times did you fail when you refine it ten times?" Elder Hei said. It is easy to know what the success rate of Mo Zhitao is with such an algorithm.

"If I had refined the seventh-grade qigong pill now, I would not have failed." Mo Zhitao said with a smile. At first, he would have failed, but now he has mastered the skills of refining the seventh-grade qigong pill, he would not have failed. Even Cen Tianjie, under the guidance of Mo Zhitao, the chance of failure is much less.

"Ah, you, have you 100% successfully refined the seventh-grade practice pill?" Elder Bai's face changed drastically.

Mo Zhitao nodded and said, "Yes, as long as I give me the seventh grade medicinal materials, I have now successfully refined the seventh grade practice pill 100%. Alas, high-grade medicinal materials are very rare, and we must be very careful."

"Oh my God." Elder Bai stood up excitedly and waved his hand. "Zhitao, if you have 100% refined the seventh-grade practice pill like this, you may be an eighth-grade pharmacist."
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