People are fighting and breaking: Awakening Confucian Saint System at the beginning

Chapter 122 Seventh Grade Good Fortune Pill

I don’t know how much time passed, but Yuan Yi, the master of the Eighth Sect, put away the seventh-grade Yin-Yang Black Dragon Pill and said with a smile: "Brother, why don’t we go to the backstage to have a detailed talk, what if?"

It can be seen from his expression that the person who took out the seventh-grade Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill is also very interested in the Creation Pill, otherwise he would not have allowed Yuan Yi, the master of the eight sects, to put away the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill.

The people around who were still auctioning also left in anger, but they didn't expect that they would eventually lose to the hands of rich and powerful people.

Alas, destiny cannot be violated.

Elder Qing of the Heavenly Snake Mansion slowly stood up and said in a charming voice: "Your Excellency, until I, the Heavenly Snake Mansion, can't get what I like, I hope that you can rest peacefully in the Black Corner Domain."

Black Skull Tomb Mohan also turned around and left cautiously. Now that he had photographed Three Thousand Thunderbolts, he needed to return to the sect as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Little did he know that the little black-robed Zi Yan had already followed her. With her strength in fighting the king, there was no way Mohan could be her opponent.

Jiang Cheng nodded towards Elder Qing and followed Yuan Yi, the master of the eight gates, towards the back without getting angry.

This made Elder Qing of the Tian Snake Mansion feel deeply confused, "This person is so familiar... How come his words and deeds... are so similar to him?"

"Elder, shall we return to Tian Snake Mansion?"

Elder Qing waved his hand and stared at Jiang Cheng's back with furrowed eyebrows. Today, he only got some scraps of scrap metal from the auction, and there was no way he could complete the instructions left by the Supreme Elder. Now he was in trouble.

"We'll wait and see. If this seventh-grade Yin-Yang Black Dragon Pill really lands, it won't be too late for us to take action."

"Yes!"

………………

Under the leadership of Yuan Yi, the master of the eight gates, Jiang Cheng and Mang Tianchi came to a relatively quiet room.

There was a man sitting in the room at this time.

The man's face was quite handsome, and he looked to be no more than thirty years old. His slightly thin lips were tightly pursed, giving him a cold and stern look, but it was precisely this that made him have a bit more strange charm.

A head of long black hair hangs down to the shoulders, and above the body, it seems that there is a strange medicinal fragrance all the time, which makes people feel close to him.

There is a simple medicinal cauldron badge painted on the chest of the blue alchemist's robe. There are six golden patterns on the medicinal cauldron, symbolizing his rank as a sixth-grade alchemist.On the back of the robe, there is an extremely finely crafted word "maple" tattooed on it.
Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the familiar word "Feng" behind him. He knew without even thinking that this person was Han Feng, the Medicine King of the Black Corner Region!
Mang Tianchi snorted coldly and said in his heart: "It turns out to be Han Feng. Sure enough, this seventh-grade Yin-Yang Black Dragon Pill was refined by his teacher, Master Yao. I didn't expect that he would be auctioned in the end. "

Han Feng turned around leisurely, looking up and down at Jiang Cheng and Mang Tianchi with his strange eyes. After finding no clues, he smiled and said:
"Your Excellency has an extraordinary bearing. He is probably not from the Northwest Continent."

Mang Tianchi was the first to speak: "This has nothing to do with you."

Han Feng's expression was startled, and then he said: "Well, it's Han who is too impatient. I heard Brother Yuan Yi, the master of the eight sects, say that you are willing to give me the seventh-grade good luck pill in exchange for my seventh-grade Yin-Yang Xuan. Long Dan, don’t you know if it’s true or not?”

Jiang Cheng took out the Good Luck Pill without any nonsense. When Han Feng saw the pill, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He was lucky enough to see it once on the old immortal, and now he sees it again. It also shows deep greed.

"Sure enough, it is a seventh-grade good luck pill. Hahaha, little brother should also know how much the Yin Yang Xuanlong Pill is worth. A seventh-grade good fortune pill may not be enough." Jiang Cheng stopped Mang Tianchi and replaced it with another one. A strong fighting saint might snatch it directly, but as a Confucian saint, he would naturally not be able to snatch the Yin-Yang Black Dragon Pill in front of so many people.

"I only have one Good Fortune Pill. If you feel dissatisfied, then there is no need to exchange it again."

Jiang Cheng said calmly: "Although the seventh-grade Yin-Yang Black Dragon Pill is indeed good, you should know which one is more important than my Good Fortune Pill. And I see that you have already reached the Nine-Star Douhuang. Do you not want to break through?" Have you reached the Douzong realm?"

When Han Feng heard these words, his expression suddenly changed slightly. His realm had been well hidden. Even the two elders, Gold and Silver, could not see his specific strength, but the guy in front of him could feel it.

Could it be that he is a strong member of Douzong?
Sect Master Yuan Yi also frowned and said in his mind: "I didn't expect Han Feng to reach the level of Nine-Star Fighting Emperor. This kind of cultivation speed is really terrifying..."

Han Feng also smiled heartily after knowing the other party's extraordinary strength: "Hahaha, I just made a joke, I hope you can forgive me, senior."

"Then let's take this seventh-grade Yin-Yang Black Dragon Pill in exchange."

Han Feng offered the box in his hands. Obviously, he did not want to offend a real Douzong expert, and the power behind a Douzong who could produce a seventh-grade shape-changing elixir must not be underestimated, so he still had to be cautious. And go.

So as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Jiang Cheng also put away the Yin-Yang Black Dragon Pill without any courtesy and threw the seventh-grade Good Luck Pill over.

"Now that the deal has been completed, let's go ahead and say goodbye."

Just as Jiang Cheng was about to leave, Medicine Emperor Han Feng suddenly said: "Senior, please wait a moment."

"What else?"

"I am Han Feng, Medicine Emperor of the Black Corner Region. Do you know your senior's name?"

Han Feng still wanted to find out the identity of the other party. If he could negotiate with him, he would be considered deeply entrenched in the Northwest Continent in the future.

"Sorry, I, Xianyun Yehe, am used to it and don't like to reveal my name. Goodbye."

Watching the two people leaving, Han Feng also sighed, put the seventh-grade good fortune elixir in his hand into the ring, turned around and said: "This time, I have to thank you, Master. Han will naturally promise you something." I won’t break my promise.”

The master of the eight gates, Yuan Yi, chuckled and said, "The Emperor of Medicine is joking. I still know your character. If the elixir is successfully refined, I just need to arrange for someone to deliver it."

Han Feng nodded, looked at Jiang Cheng's leaving figures meaningfully, turned around and left, too. He needed to use this elixir to successfully break through to the Douzong realm, so that even the two elders of Gold and Silver would not take it seriously. inside.

Now that Canaan Academy's strange fire is no longer there, there is no need for him to stay in the Black Angle Territory and look for other strange fires to devour as soon as possible to improve his strength.

Although he didn't have Fen Jue's help, he was still a genius after all, and he figured out the trick, otherwise he wouldn't have been obsessed with Canaan Academy's strange fire in the first place.

(End of this chapter)