"Who is she? Didn't you say you won't accept disciples? You swear...?

Back then, before Feiyang fell into trouble, he vowed that he would never accept disciples in his life.

"What a bullshit oath, do you think I'll believe the oath?"

Yan Aotian looked at Feiyang, Yes, anyone in this world can believe in oaths, only this person can be qualified to not believe in oaths, because he is...

"Is she your apprentice? After all, you still recognized one apprentice." Yan Aotian suddenly burst into laughter, "Master, you have become like this. Even if you recognize ten apprentices, you will not be able to survive."

Master?

When Ye Xiyue was confused, she woke up for a moment when she heard this title. Yao Weng was Yan Aotian’s master!

Then, Yan Aotian, the first alchemist, was a scumbag in front of Yaoweng?

Feiyang said coldly, "Yan Aotian, you, the first alchemist, claim to be quite handsome. In front of me, do you think you, the first alchemist, can still be kept? The grandmaster-level alchemist claims to be the first alchemist, and he is indeed short-sighted."

Ye Xiyue could tell that Yan Aotian, a grand master-level alchemist, was nothing in front of Yao Weng.

So, Yao Weng is not just a master-level alchemist?

I remember when he introduced himself before, he said: I am the number one alchemist in the middle world...

She didn't believe it at that time and told Feng Yunran's master that she had told her. Unexpectedly, Feng Yunran's master Yan Aotian was actually Yao Weng's apprentice.

Feiyang didn't know how to do it, so he drifted in front of Ye Xiyue. Ye Xiyue was still holding the medicine bead in his right hand, and the blood flowed back a little slower, but she felt very uncomfortable all over. She was hot. Others might not be able to understand this feeling, but she would feel particularly painful.

Eight-year-old Huang Junye has always been by her side. A girl is holding a child shorter than her, and her eyes are very intimate. This scene is really weird no matter how you look at it.

The Phoenix Lord faces flying at night.

Even though Feiyang was used to big scenes, he couldn't help but look at the boy with admiration, not because of his appearance, but because of his eyes. Such domineering eyes seemed to be a natural kingly aura.

Feiyang calmed down and said, "Girl, come with me."

Huang Junye raised his eyebrows.

Ye Xiyue glanced at him, shook her head slightly, and signaled him to rest assured.

Huang Junye nodded and let go of her hand.

"Yan Aotian, have you seen her? Are you unfamiliar with this situation?"

Ye Xiyue doesn’t understand what Feiyang means and what is the situation?

It was not until Yan Aotian looked at her right hand that she realized that she was talking about medicine beads.

Medicine beads suck her blood. Is this normal?

Yan Aotian saw that the medicine bead was still circulating in Ye Xiyue's hand, and his face suddenly turned pale, "This is impossible!"

Feiyang sneered, "When you stole my medicine bead, you secretly wanted to get my medicine inheritance. At that time, this medicine bead sucked your blood, but it only took two minutes, right?"

A single word hit.

"The medicine bead contains my lifelong refining technique. The longer it absorbs a person's blood, the stronger the person's talent for refining medicine. Your top talent only allowed the medicine bead to absorb two minutes of blood. Look at her, it has been absorbing for half an hour. The medicine bead has not stopped absorbing her blood. What do you think this means?"

A shocking sentence shocked the audience.

Huang Junye looked at Yao Weng deep down. Who is this person?
Chapter completed!