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Chapter 138 Medicine Saint

Chapter 138 The Medicine Saint

"Oh."

"What are you laughing at?" Schisandra chinensis didn't know what she was laughing at. After all, he didn't lie. It was indeed the instrument left by the saint of the alchemy master.

Xia Siqin smiled playfully, "Nothing."

This is her second time refining medicine, yes, but it is impossible that she is so bad that she doesn't even have a grade.

The Nine Dragon Cauldron can turn waste residue into third-grade elixirs. She throws the medicinal materials in casually, and the lowest things that come out are also third-grade.

Therefore, this result is either Schisandra chinensis is used to tamper with the instrument or the grade of the elixir breaks the record, and the instrument does not include relevant levels.

The old antiques left by their predecessors must have fallen behind in data.

Schisandra's eyes signaled Xiao Yaotong to take away her fairy pill. Xiao Yaotong was ordered and ran to the edge of the instrument with a happy look.

Before his hand could be touched, Xia Siqin took the elixir first.

"The garbage I refined will not be bothered by the expensive group."

She had a knife in her eyes, and the knife made Xiao Yaotong tremble all over her body.

Schisandra tightened the medicine bottle on his hand, gritted his teeth, and failed to take down the unknown level of immortal pill. It was a pity.

Xia Siqin turned around and was about to go home.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and a white-haired and long-browed old man appeared in front of everyone.

The old man held the hem of his clothes in his left hand and stretched out his right hand towards Xia Siqin's back, "Little girl, don't leave!"

Schisandra chinensis was surprised, and the Medicine Saint actually came down!

This person is the saint of alchemy, Baitou Weng. He has ascended for many years and lived in the fairy world for a long time. Today, he found that the instruments he made were strange, so he came down from the fairy world to see what was going on.

Thousands of miles away, he smelled the scent of medicine, and his heart was constantly excited.

Xia Siqin turned around in confusion, "Senior?"

The white-headed man staggered forward, "Girl, can you show me the elixir in your hand?"

She can now see everyone's cultivation level clearly and know that the old man is an immortal, and the immortal is not greedy for the elixir of such ordinary monks, because it is useless to be greedy.

"Yes, senior, please see." She handed him the Lingxiao Immortal Pill.

The white-headed man pinched the elixir and was moved to pieces. He burst into tears and felt a little greedy. He seemed to be about to kidnap the elixir in the next second.

"..." She was speechless.

"This, this is what you refined by girl?!" He could no longer give up the elixir. He wanted to take it for himself, but he also wanted to...

"Um."

It goes without saying that the immortal elixir refined by Long Daxia is not a bad product, but a holy product. The victory or defeat is very obvious.

At this moment, Schisandra chinensis, who was unwilling to give up, used accelerator to make his elixir and turn on the furnace, hoping to attract the attention of Baitou.

The fragrance is there, but it is not as fragrant as the Xia Siqin. The two scents are mixed together, but it makes it look like an unpleasant odor.

The white-headed man frowned and said disgusted: "Oh, what smells so smelly? Is it horse manure that is refined?"

The words of the Medicine Saint are more effective than instruments. He doesn't need to be put into the instrument for testing, and he is judged to be failed.

At that time, Baitou Weng was quite optimistic about Schisandra chinensis's talent, so he gave him the instrument. After so many years of not seeing him, he had not made much progress and he was very disappointed.

However, it doesn't matter if he misunderstood, he has discovered something better now.

He pursued the highest level of medicine throughout his life, and the bottleneck was never broken through. He never thought that he would be happy to meet someone who was higher than him today.

You must take her as your teacher and learn from her!

He knelt down with an extremely exaggerated expression on his face, "Girl, please accept me as your disciple!"

Everyone present was shocked, frozen, petrified, blind, blind, and extremely shocked.

That old man is the number one medicine saint in the mainland. It is amazing enough for such awesome people to accept people as disciples. Now he is actually going to worship a girl who is not an alchemist as his master. It's so scary. Good.

Xia Siqin is one head and two big. This old man is too arrogant to him. She is just a beginner.

"Senior, get up, I don't have the ability to accept disciples, I'm not even a first-level alchemist."

"Those levels are empty, talent is the most important. Some people can refine high-level pills for the first time, just like you!"

Good guy, I've used honorific words.

"With that being said, I don't know much and can't teach you."

"It's okay, I can teach you myself!"

Hey hey hey hey, who is the master who asks his apprentice to teach?

Everyone listened to the two of them coming and going, and they had already buried themselves in the pit and didn't want to come out.

This old apprentice, who looked like dog plaster, couldn't get rid of it, so she had to take it away.

The medicine refining conference ended here. With the white-headed man here, no one objected to Xia Siqin's first place.

Before leaving, Chu Muchi rushed out of the crowd, "Senior Sister!"

Elder Su protected the sect leader, "Who is it?!"

Xia Siqin turned her head, waved her hand, and signaled Elder Su to retreat.

Chu Muchi begged: "Senior sister, please take me away."

Schisandra stomped his feet. This damn waste is really blind. Is Hero Long the one who can get up?

Xia Siqin asked back: "You are a disciple of Wu Poison Valley now?"

“…”

"I can't take away my disciples from other schools."

"I can retreat!" He urgently escaped from the sea of ​​suffering.

Schisandra snorted coldly and stepped forward, "I entered my Five Poison Valley, how could you leave if you want to leave!"

"How are you going?" He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, like a ferocious wolf about to bite people.

Schisandra throws out a bottle of poison, "Drink it and you can leave."

This bottle of poison will not poison people, it will only make people become disabled. At the very least, it will become mute, deaf, blind, or hemiplegic.

Chu Muchi was familiar with the rules when he first entered the valley. This is a method that only punishment for traitors is used, he is not!

Seeing that he looked reluctant, Schisandra sneered: "What, don't you dare? If you don't dare, just get out of here and get whipped!"

He was full of resentment and wanted to kill Schisandra chinensis.

As we all know, Wu Poison Valley is cruel, but why are there so many people flocking to it?

Because people entering the valley are full of deep hatreds, they want to learn to make drugs and then go back to take revenge. In addition, the price of poison is more expensive than ordinary elixirs, and after they take revenge, they can make money by relying on poisons.

Chu Muchi was so happy that he didn't drink poison, but he had already made up his mind to kill Schisandra chinensis.

He can learn it just by refining poison!

Seeing that he made another choice, Xia Siqin turned around and left. After all, this is his own life. He must go on whether he chooses good or bad.

After returning to the genius doctor, the white-headed man pestered her to teach her to refine medicine, which was very annoying.

She regretted it so much that she really shouldn't have participated in the refining conference without technical content!

After being annoyed for two days, she felt that this was not a solution.

There is no reason to be a master, but the apprentice presses his head to learn!

So she brought out the incomplete medicine recipe and restored him.

The white-headed man glanced at the medicine book and said disdainfully: "Girl, why use the slaughter knife to kill a chicken?"

Someone is preparing to come down to catch the Medicine Saint and go home.
Chapter completed!
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