"Miss Long, there may be some misunderstandings between us."

Wu Yao looked at Long Jiajia in front of her and said with a smile.

"Misunderstand?"

"Haha, for me, there is no word misunderstanding!"

Upon hearing this, Long Jiajia said with a cold face:

"Did Miss Wu forget what she said just now? 'That' cannot be explained clearly by your misunderstanding!"

"What if I say that nothing happened between Yang Fan and I, the reason why I said that is just to see him betrayed?"

Wu Yao said with a smile.

"real?"

The anger on Long Jiajia's face frozen for a moment, and then his eyes lit up:

"If that's the case, then I think we might be friends!"

"I'm very happy!"

Wu Yao nodded the same way.

Yang Fan was a little confused.

What's the situation?

I just wanted to fight and kill, but why did I become a good friend again?

A woman turns her face like a book, and this is true!

"Hmph, you are lucky today. I am in a good mood. I will forgive you!"

Long Jiajia glanced at Yang Fan, then took Wu Yao's hand and walked towards the third floor:

"You just finished taking a shower, so you can't wear it like this. It's a trivial matter to be frozen. If you are seen by a pervert, that's not good!"

She said considerately: "There is my room here and there are a lot of new clothes in the closet. If my sister doesn't dislike it, just put it in it."

"What are you saying, sister? How could I dislike you!"

Wu Yao also responded.

The two of them talked and laughed, and ignored Yang Fan, which made him confused.

What a good guy, it’s me who is the clown?

"The speed of women changing their faces is too fast."

Yang Fan sighed and shook his head.

He didn't pay attention to these two women anymore. He returned to his room and took out the Zhulongzun Pill Cauldron, and also had medicinal materials for refining marrow washing pills and Qingling pills.

All of these were given by Gu Zetian.

He said that he was the reward for winning the Dou Dan, but in fact, Yang Fan knew very well that this was Gu Lao showing goodwill to him.

After all, even he gave Yang Fan a treasure like Zhulongzun Dan Cauldron. Are these medicinal materials missing?

"I wonder if this spiritual tripod can be integrated with the glazed tripod?"

Yang Fan looked at the Zhulongzun Dan Cauldron, took out the glazed cauldron, and said thoughtfully.

You should know that this glazed cauldron was transformed from the glazed beads he accidentally obtained in his tomb.

Since it could upgrade the original ordinary bronze tripod, it might also make the Zhulongzun Dan tripod to the next level!

Maybe, can it become a fifth-grade spiritual cauldron directly?

Theories are feasible.

But how to decompose the Glazed Cauldron has become an unsolvable problem for Yang Fan!

"Forget it, let's talk about it later."

Yang Fan tried for a long time but failed to remove the liquid transformed from the glass beads from the bronze tripod, and simply gave up decisively!

His eyes fell again on the Zhulongzun Dan Cauldron.

"Let me try it if you don't!"

Yang Fan grinned impatiently, and then began to refine the marrow washing pill!

As a third-level lower-grade elixir, there are many types of medicinal materials required, which is directly tripled than the second-level elixir, making it more complicated to refine.

Even if you are not sure about the slightest degree of accuracy, it will lead to failure!

This is Yang Fan's first attempt at a third-level elixir.

He was very vigilant and careful, and every step seemed particularly cautious. After the thirty-eight medicinal materials were completely tempered, his forehead was covered with sweat.

It’s not that it consumes too much, but that it’s simply too nervous, for fear that it will lead to failure by accident.

He didn't have time to prepare a second portion of herbs.

Another two hours passed.

It was six:30 in the evening, and it was already dark. Yang Fan closed his eyes for two hours and suddenly opened at this moment: "It's now!"

Yang Fan shouted softly, his palm was pulled back, and the alchemy fire was extinguished instantly!

At the same time, pure true energy poured into the Zhulong Zun Dan Cauldron, constantly compressing the young pill, as if tempering the fine steel until it was completely formed!

"The third-level low-grade elixir, the marrow-cleaning pill, has been completed!"

Yang Fan looked at the round elixir in his palm and showed a hint of joy.

This is his first time to refine a third-level pill.

It was much smoother than I thought. With it, Murong Cang's situation was saved.

The next process of refining Qingling Pills becomes much simpler.

It took Yang Fan only more than half an hour to refine the Qingling Pill and put it into a bottle.

Just as Yang Fan was about to contact Murong Cang and Chen Kun and asked them to come to get the pill, the door of the room was knocked.

"Yang Fan, are you still refining elixirs?"

It was Wu Yao's voice.

Yang Fan took back the Zhulongzun Dan Cauldron and opened the door: "What's wrong?"

"My dad called me just now and said that the five-year black fair will be held tomorrow. I asked me to ask if you want to go together?"

Wu Yao was wearing a black slim dress at this time, which was obviously in Long Jiajia's style.

"Black Club?"

"What is that?"

But what Yang Fan was even more curious about was the black meeting that Wu Yao mentioned!

"The Black Club is an antique trading market that has not been approved for business and is handled privately. I have been to my dad once, and it feels like a flea market. The vendors come from all over the world, and the things they sell are all real and fake, and they are held every five years."

Wu Yao explained: "Last time my dad was lucky, and he encountered a newly unearthed bamboo roll, worth tens of millions!"

"It's interesting."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan also became interested and smiled and said, "Tell your dad for me that I have time tomorrow, so I will go and have a look."

He also probably understood the system of the Black Society.

To put it bluntly, there are all kinds of people and all kinds of goods, which is where the local masters sell goods.

"good!"

Wu Yao nodded and replied to Wu Hongyun.

"It's getting late, let's go to have dinner together. Go and call Zhuge Ming, I'll clean up and go downstairs."

Yang Fan said with a smile.

At this time, Zhuge Ming should come back.

"Zhuge Ming?"

"He didn't come back at all!"

However, Wu Yao said: "I have been calling him all afternoon and it keeps showing that the phone is off."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan's face darkened.

He suddenly had an unknown premonition and picked up his mobile phone to dial Zhuge Ming's number.

"Hello, the phone number you called has been turned off, please wait and dial again..."

Yang Fan's face became more and more ugly, and then he called Zhou Tao again.

This time, the phone was connected.
To be continued...