"The tenth...the twelve-grade alchemist will be dealt with at a low price." The slave vendor opened his throat and started roaring.

Rumble!

The air waves are rolling.

His voice swept out like thunder and instantly spread throughout the entire fairy city. He was already in the "Emperor Realm" cultivation level. His throat shocked many people's eardrums, "Buzz", and "Buzz" exploded.

Of course, the effect of his move was naturally extremely significant.

Many people looked at the "high platform".

"Tenth grade alchemist...twelve grades?"

"Tsk tsk, then Jia Zhengdao is joking, just rely on him? Humph, I also want to get the twelfth grade alchemist back."

"That's right, the 12th-grade alchemist, even in the ancient sect and dynasty, is also a key target for protection. Jia Zhengdao is just a poor slave vendor. In my opinion, let alone the 12th-grade alchemist, he probably won't get it back even if he is a seventh-grade or eighth-grade alchemist." A regular customer from the "Xianshi" shook his head and looked at the slave vendor with a sneer on his face, as if he knew his background clearly.

Not only him, but most people in the huge "Immortal City" seemed to believe that Jia Zhengdao could get the 12th grade alchemist back. Of course, some people came to the bottom of the platform with suspicious eyes.

He looked at the slave vendor with a mocking look on his face.

"Hey... Jia Zhengdao, did you really get a alchemist back? Or is it a twelve-grade? Could it be the wild beasts you bought and the alien races you can't sell, so just shout a few times to attract our attention, right?" An old man with a completely white beard looked at Jia Zhengdao with a ridiculous face.

"Entertain attention?"

"Haha... Jia Zhengdao, you only have this little ability left?"

After listening to the old man's words, a large group of people under the platform burst into laughter.

They didn't care about the "twelfth-grade" alchemist in their hearts. After all, except for the imperial clan and the real ancient sects, which of the remaining forces of the seventh-grade and eighth-grade forces are not held in their hands and afraid of falling, and in their mouths, they are afraid of being transformed?

What's more, Jia Zhengdao was just a poor slave vendor. The wild beasts and foreign races in his hands were all cheap products that he bought from other third-rate and second-rate slave vendors.

In the entire fairy city, those who know Jia Zhengdao know that truly good slaves and beasts will not fall into his hands at all. How amazing are those first-rate and second-rate slave vendors? How could they let Jia Zhengdao get such a big leak?

"Let's go... fart, I, Jia Zhengdao, have always been a fool, how could I do things like attracting attention? Humph! I spent a lot of money and had a lot of connections to buy this twelve-grade alchemist, and I bought it from a friend. If you can't afford it, go away and don't block my business." Jia Zhengdao waved his hand, looking at the people under the platform with a disgust, and said in a buzzing voice.

"Big price?"

"Have you made a lot of relationships?"

Seeing Jia Zhengdao's expression of swearing, many people's faces changed slightly. A 'twelve-grade' alchemist was enough to make most of the people present excited.

After all, there are not many ninth ranks, or imperial clans or ancient sects near this immortal city.

"Jia Zhengdao, where is the twelfth grade alchemist? Take it out and let's take a look." An old man from the 'fifth grade' sect looked at Jia Zhengdao with a smile and spoke.

Seeing that there were already many people gathering under the 'high platform', Jia Zhengdao's face immediately burst into laughter, pointed at Chen Changsheng beside him, said happily, "The twelve-grade alchemist I mentioned is this little brother."

"The twelfth grade alchemist is him?"

"A boy from Nirvana?"

Swish!

Following the direction of Jia Zhengdao's finger, everyone's eyes fell on Chen Changsheng.

Seeing him, many people frowned and looked at Chen Changsheng with suspicion in their eyes. Although the cultivation of alchemists in the fairy world of heaven is generally not high, they really couldn't tell Chen Changsheng that the other party was like an "alchemist".

"Jia Zhengdao, this... this person is really a twelfth grade alchemist?" An old man from the "Gu Zong" raised his eyelids and looked at Chen Changsheng with confusion. After looking at him for a long time, he asked without any haste.

"Xu... Mr. Xu, how dare I joke about this kind of thing, Jia Zhengdao." Jia Zhengdao recognized the other party's identity at a glance. An elder of the seventh-grade holy land naturally did not dare to smile anymore. Instead, he responded with a serious face, and whispered to Chen Changsheng beside him: "Little brother, show your skills quickly. That person is the elder of the immortal fate holy land, with a high position and power. If you fall in love with him, you will really be successful in your life. Don't forget me, brother at that time."

"The Holy Land of Immortality?"

Chen Changsheng frowned. He found that he had never heard of any of the sects and ancient clans in this area. Obviously, just like what Jia Zhengdao said, this place is too far from the 'Yanshan Mansion'. Seeing Jia Zhengdao and the people under the high platform, they all looked at him with bright eyes. Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "Okay."

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

I saw him trembling, and a few traces of soul power swept out from him. With a buzzing sound, it turned into a pill fire. The temperature on the entire platform suddenly increased by a huge amount. In the blink of an eye, the pill fire condensed into the shape of a pill furnace.

After a burst of "sourcing", "sourcing", the purple soul flame emerged from the alchemy furnace.

"Soul...soul fire is a furnace?"

"Hiss, is his soul flame... purple?"

Hurry!

Seeing Chen Changsheng, the alchemy furnace, soul flames, and those under the platform were moved immediately. Even Jia Zhengdao, who had already clenched his fists, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At the beginning, he was very worried that Chen Changsheng's pseudo-twelfth-grade alchemist was exposed by those sharp-eyed people.

Now it seems that his worries are completely unnecessary. If he hadn't known early in the morning that Chen Changsheng was just a 'nine-grade' alchemist', he might have been deceived.

After all, even a ninth-grade Dan Emperor cannot do it. At least he must have 10th grade, 11th grade or above, or even in the process of alchemy refining, a talented alchemist can do it. In addition, Chen Changsheng's purple soul flame has strengthened his 12th grade alchemist's statement.

The level of soul flame is enough to prove a warrior’s attainment in the alchemy path.

Even a powerful man like Jia Zhengdao, his soul flame is just light white, and it is more than 100,000 miles away from Chen Changsheng's purple soul flame.

"Little... little brother, are you really just a fake... fake twelve-grade alchemist?" Jia Zhengdao frowned and looked at Chen Changsheng suspiciously. His eyes were full of doubts. As an old merchant in the "Immortal City", he had seen many frauds over the years, but this was the first time he had encountered such a realistic and realistic thing as Chen Changsheng.

After all, the furnace of the elixir fire and the purple soul flames were not fake in his understanding.

If there is really such a fake method, even the strong Immortal Emperor will probably be moved.

"Don't you believe it?" Chen Changsheng chuckled twice and said lightly: "Actually, it's not a false statement. My soul flame is real, and the alchemy furnace is also real. However, the alchemy furnace is not condensed from the alchemy fire, but I accidentally refined it into my body. It can be regarded as a coincidence."
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