The next day, Ding Sheng released five fine elixirs in the store in one breath and promoted the news in the city. Soon after the news could not be released, customers flocked to it, and in a moment, the business was full of people.

Because everyone knows that high-quality elixirs are the identity symbol of the alchemy master, and Ding Sheng released five high-quality elixirs in one breath, which inevitably makes people wonder whether there are alchemy masters in Ding's alchemy workshop. This naturally attracted a large number of customers.

Ding Sheng had been in the city for more than ten years, so he had expected such momentum to come, so he asked all the alchemists in the alchemy room to work overtime last night to refine a large number of elixirs to cope with today's hot situation.

As for the origin of these high-quality elixirs, Ding Sheng naturally did not say it according to Ye Wutian's instructions. No matter how the family members asked, he kept silent. If he wanted to say it, he would only say that he would meet an alchemy master and let others refine it.

The store was busy all day long, and Ding Sheng and his wife laughed so hard that they could not get rid of their mouths, but Ye Wutian was dragged by Ding Jie to the city for a whole day.

In the evening, Ding Sheng handed over more than ten spirit-gathering herbs, some budless four-leaf chrysanthemums, and a large number of auxiliary medicinal materials that have been refined into the Yuan Dan to Ye Wutian, and said a lot of gratitude.

After dinner and returning to the room, Ye Wutian refined all these medicinal materials into pills, and finally refined twelve Huiyuan Dans. As for the quality of these Huiyuan Dans, he was too lazy to care about it, so he put it into the storage ring.

In the evening, after feeding the spirit beast egg, he continued to practice the sword burning technique...

It was already late at night, the moon was very round, and the gray silver light was falling down. Although it was not bright, it could clearly see things.

The silver light shone on the big tree, sprinkling a piece of fine mottled spots on the ground. The branches gently swing in the breeze, and the fine silver light on the ground also wandered back and forth, like a group of children chasing and playing.

Silver light shone on the narrow iron window, through which it projected into this dark dungeon.

The silver light illuminated this thin face, with a hint of desolation in beauty, and a little tears shining in the corners of eyes.

Chen Shuangshuang leaned against the wall, raised her head, and stared blankly at the round silver moon outside the iron window. It was like her mother's face, so bright, so gentle, so pale.

Gently touching the bulging belly, she murmured, "Child, I'm sorry for you. I shouldn't have given birth to you and let you suffer, but I can't bear to hurt you. Although you will never see your father in your life, I can tell you that your father is a handsome man with a beard. His nose is high, his eyes are bright, and his eyebrows are very dark and straight. You can see him when you close your eyes. Back then, your grandmother told her."

Tears at the corners of her eyes flowed silently, even if there were so many hardships, she had to endure it. She knew that her mother had persisted in the past...

The next morning, the knock on the door started.

Ye Wutian stopped practicing and went to open the door. Ding Jie was standing outside the door.

As soon as the door opened, Ding Jie said hurriedly: "Brother Yang, let's go and grab the position quickly."

Ye Wutian didn't react for a moment and asked in confusion: "Where should I grab the position?"

"Of course it's the viewing position of the martial arts competition this afternoon." Ding Jie replied.

Ye Wutian wiped his sweat and said depressedly: "It's still early in the morning, why are you anxious?"

"Brother Yang, you don't know this. Generally, the competitions that are a bit eye-catching will be quite lively. If you don't go to grab the seat early, you won't even be able to squeeze into the square at that time." Ding Jie reminded.

"Then there is no need to go so early." Ye Wutian said.

Ding Jie explained: "Of course I have to get early. I have a lot of experience in grabbing positions. Generally, I can grab the best position in the audience in the past. If it is a little later, all the good positions will be snatched away."

Ye Wutian said ashamed: "Can you be standing in the square for a whole morning now?"

"Don't worry, I've prepared the chair." Ding Jie pointed to the storage ring in her hand and said.

Ye Wutian seemed a little speechless.

"Brother Yang, stop being too slow, go away quickly." Ding Jie said, then pulled Ye Wutian's hand and pulled him out.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave, don't drag me." Ye Wutian had no choice but to agree.

In this way, the two of them ran to the empty square in the middle of the city early in the morning.

Seeing that there was no one in the square, Ye Wutian said depressedly: "Did we come too early?"

"It's not early at all. Look, when we sit down, something will come soon." Ding Jie pulled Ye Wutian to the high platform in the center of the square.

When she arrived near the high platform, she took out two chairs from the storage ring and placed them on the ground, and said to Ye Wutian: "Brother Yang, sit down quickly."

Ye Wutian sat down on the chair and looked at the high platform in front of him. The size and material of this platform were the same as that of Yungang, and it was obviously built by the Mercenary Association. These merchants did not drill and entered the holes in every way. They could be seen in any place where there was interest.

As Ding Jie said, not long after sitting down, people walked towards the ring around the square. These people, like the two, sat down near the high platform. I don’t know if they were here to watch the battle or participate in the battle.

It was almost the third day, a large circle of people had already surrounded the platform, and the entire square became lively.

"Where do you think the Pan family is making a fuss? They held a martial arts competition to recruit brides, and they were still so hurrying."

"Who knows, I'm afraid that old guy Pan Zhengfeng is in a hurry to hug his grandson."

"But I heard that the second lady of the Pan family is pretty good. Ermazi, why don't you go on stage to try your luck? Maybe you will be lucky today and you will win the championship if you are not careful. In this way, not only will you be able to hold a beautiful woman, but you can also become the Pan family's son-in-law. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"Just his three-legged cat skill, even if he stepped on the shit, he wouldn't be able to do anything. Maybe he would be kicked off the stage as soon as he climbed onto the stage."

"Zhang Laosan, you are so capable, you will try to come to the stage for me later."

"If I hadn't been kissing that stinky girl, I would have promised to show off my hands on the stage today."

"Come on, if you didn't get married to your sister-in-law, I don't think you would have the courage to say that."

"That's right, this Pan family competition will inevitably attract a large number of experts to appear. I believe that if there is no late-stage cultivation level in the Earth Realm today, it will not be able to stand firm on the stage."

Just as the crowd was chatting happily, a scream suddenly sounded in one direction, and then a young man was seen pulling away the crowd with the scolding and squeezing near the platform.

Ye Wutian swept his mental power and recognized the young man. He was no one else but Han Feng. However, seeing his face gloomy and frustrated, his expression seemed a little anxious.

Seeing that there were many people on the field, Ye Wutian did not rush to go over and say hello to him.

Han Feng ignored the screams and scolding behind him. He looked at the high platform in front of him with a sad expression. He was stunned for a long time before he sat cross-legged and calmed down.

The more people gathered in the square, the atmosphere became more and more lively.

"Brother Yang, I'm right! You see, there are so many people in just a while." Ding Jie seemed very proud.

"It seems that you must like to join in this kind of fun," Ye Wutian said with a smile.

"Of course, every time there is a competition here, I will come to watch the battle." Ding Jie said.

"You have no bad qualifications. If you could focus on practicing all these things, you might have reached the level of cultivation now." Ye Wutian shook his head and said.

"I don't like practicing, it's so boring. Besides, I'm a girl, what's the use of practicing so well?" Ding Jie defended.

"How could it be useless? Just like last time in the carriage, if you were as powerful as your sister Xiaoyi, then you don't have to be afraid of those two robbers." Ye Wutian criticized.

Ding Jie pouted and argued unconvincedly: "Isn't it enough for me to find a husband as powerful as Brother Yang in the future?"

"Even your husband can't be with you all the time, right? It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on others. In the future, it's better to focus more on practice." Ye Wutian taught as a role model.

"I know!" Ding Jie bulged her cheeks and agreed unhappily.

Ye Wutian could only shook his head helplessly and sighed. This girl was like Ye Wuqing. She knew how to play all day long, and no matter how she persuaded her, it would not work.

Soon, one morning passed, and the square was already full of people, just like when the Yungang City was fighting, with people hustling and bustling.

Just at noon, the Pan family and his guards came to the square. They held a long bamboo pole in their hands and drove a two-meter-wide path in the crowd. Then, they saw a group of people walking along the human wall passage towards the high platform in the center of the square.

The group of people was led by a middle-aged man with a tall figure and extraordinary temperament. He was Pan Zhengfeng, the father of Pan Qian, who had the cultivation level of the One-Star Heaven Realm. Behind Pan Zhengfeng was Pan Qian, who looked haggard and looked sad, like a big daughter forced into a sedan chair. There was also a middle-aged woman next to Pan Qian, who was Pan Qian's mother. While she walked, she kept enlightening Pan Qian, with both pity and helplessness on her face.

Under the gaze of everyone, the group quickly walked up to the high platform, and the originally noisy square gradually became quiet.

After walking onto the stage, Pan Qian's eyes glanced at the audience, as if she was looking for something. Soon, her eyes stopped on Han Feng. At this time, Han Feng was also looking at her with anxiety, with all her eyes facing each other, and full of affection. The two were like lovers who were about to face separation, with nostalgia and reluctance in their eyes, as well as the deep sorrow and helplessness.

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