1868. Chapter one thousand eight hundred sixty-eight half ancestors!
Qin Yu frowned slightly and turned to look at the dragons and tigers.
Only then did all the dragons and tigers come back to their senses, looked at Qin Yu with frightened expressions, and said, "Master Xuan Dan, I have no other intentions..."
"You? Are you the Xuan Alchemy Master? The first level of Zi Mansion, the third level alchemy master??" Zong Xiaoyao stared at Qin Yu fiercely after hearing this, and said in surprise.
The monks around him were in an uproar, staring at Qin Yu in disbelief.
Qin Yu didn't answer. From what they talked about before, it was enough to see that Zong Xiaoyao was a difficult person and he didn't want to wade into this muddy water.
"It's impossible. Wu Yuansheng only entered the ranks of alchemy masters when he was at the first level of the Zi Mansion. How could you be a third-level alchemy master? Wait, show me your alchemy mark." This.
Zong Xiaoyao whispered.
Qin Yu didn't even look at Zong Xiaoyao and strode away.
"Wait a minute! Today you either show your alchemy mark or compete with me, otherwise, don't even want to go anywhere." Zong Xiaoyao focused on Qin Yu, looking determined to compete with Qin Yu.
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"Zong Xiaoyao, are you finished?" Wu Yuansheng shouted, but Zong Xiaoyao didn't even look at him.
Seeing this, Wu Yuansheng looked at Qin Yu with an apologetic look. He was also quite helpless. Over the years, he had been thoroughly annoyed by Zong Xiaoyao.
"You want to compete with me?" Qin Yu asked with a frown, looking at Zong Xiaoyao who looked like he would never give up until we compete.
"Yes, do you dare to compete with me?" Zong Xiaoyao nodded.
"Compared to what?" Qin Yu asked.
"Alchemy, attainments, vegetation, whatever you choose." Zong Xiaoyao said with light in his eyes.
"I can compete with you, but I have a condition." Qin Yu said.
"What conditions?" Zong Xiaoyao asked.
"Both sides put up bets that the other party can see. Whoever wins the bet will get it. Do you dare to come?" Qin Yu stared at Zong Xiaoyao and said.
If my guess is correct, once Xiaoyao loses this competition, there will definitely be a second time.
Qin Yu is not as easy to talk to as Wu Yuansheng. You can compete, as long as you can make a bet that I can see, so what about the competition?
Zong Xiaoyao was startled. He glanced at Qin Yu, but he didn't expect Qin Yu to make such a request. After a little hesitation, he said, "What bet can you offer?"
"The Handbook of the Seventh-Level Alchemy Saint Master." Qin Yu raised his right hand, and an ancient handbook appeared.
This note is exactly the note that Shengzi Dan gave Qin Yu when he left the Shuangshen Sect.
Although Qin Yu has the alchemy master's handwriting, many of the alchemy master's handwritings are incomprehensible to Qin Yu.
The notes written by Lord Dan are more detailed and are more suitable for Qin Yu to read at the moment.
"The handbook of the seventh-level Alchemy Saint Master??" All the monks around him gasped.
Even Wu Yuansheng turned his head and stared at the note in Qin Yu's hand.
He never expected that Qin Yu would be using the handbook of a seventh-level alchemy master... You know, there are no more than ten seventh-level alchemy masters in Xumitian!
Could it be that...his master is a seventh-level Alchemy Saint Master? Wu Yuansheng was shocked and confused.
It can be said that the seventh-level alchemy master's handwriting has a fatal temptation for countless alchemy masters in Xumitian.
When everyone was shocked, Zong Xiaoyao's eyes shone, but they were quickly suppressed by him. He stared at Qin Yu and said, "How do I know if this is true or not? Can you show me first?"
"Do you think that others are fools, or do you think that you are smarter than others?" Qin Yu sneered.
"Mr. Yan, grab it for me!" Zong Xiaoyao shouted fiercely.
Before Zong Xiaoyao's voice fell, a phantom suddenly appeared in front of Qin Yu. Just when the phantom stretched out his right hand, he suddenly felt something. His body suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind Zong Xiaoyao.
This was an old man with a stoop of less than five feet, wearing a shabby black robe. The old man had a pockmarked face, and his face was almost skin and bones. At this time, his cloudy eyes stared at the figure that slowly appeared next to Qin Yu, revealing
Shocking color.
"Robbing? Could it be that just because you have a protector, you can do whatever you want?" Qin Yu slowly walked towards Zong Xiaoyao, while the shadow behind him still stood in place.
This phantom makes it difficult to see its appearance, but everyone can feel its unfathomable eyes.
Wenren Haoyu, Wu Yuansheng and others all stared at the phantom, and a thought came to their minds: "This is Master Xuan's protector??"
Let Zong Xiaoyao's defenders avoid his edge?
Because of their cultivation, they couldn’t figure out how powerful Zong Xiaoyao’s protector was, but over the years, they also had a vague idea through insinuations. This Zong Xiaoyao’s protector should be a Half-Ancestor, half-step
ancestral realm.
Now even this half-ancestor is... so afraid. From this, it can be seen that this protector of Xuan Dan Master... is the existence of the ancestral realm?
You must know that almost all the ancestors in the ancestral realm have survived the era of gods and demons in the past. Most of these existences are at the ancestor level of major forces, and they rarely become the protectors of others.
"No...no, fellow Taoist Xuan, I just want to test you to see if you can really produce the seventh-level alchemy saint master's handbook. At this time, it seems that you can really produce it. In this case, I am relieved.
It’s just that there isn’t much about me that Master Xuan Alchemy can take a liking to, right?” Zong Xiaoyao’s expression changed and he quickly apologized with a smile.
He was also extremely frightened in his heart. He never expected that Qin Yu would have such a terrifying protector.
Even so, he was somewhat looking forward to it. From this point of view, Qin Yu really held the handbook of a seventh-level alchemy master...
As long as you win...
"Just the armor you are wearing." Qin Yu glanced at Zong Xiaoyao and said, although Zong Xiaoyao was wearing clothes.
But Qin Yu could see at a glance that the armor under Zong Xiaoyao's clothes was of extraordinary grade, at the very least it was a top-notch desert soldier.
Zong Xiaoyao was startled and shook his head without thinking: "This won't work. I have raised this armor since I was a child. There is no way I would bet with you."
"Then forget it." Qin Yu took back the note, and Yuan Qingzi directly entered the space of the Tomb of Gods and Demons.
"Wait, this armor doesn't work. I have other ones. You... do you want a defensive weapon? What do you think of this?" Zong Xiaoyao took out a small khaki shield about three feet long. This small
The shield is engraved with many animal-shaped patterns, which looks very extraordinary.
"What grade is it?" Qin Yu looked at the small khaki shield and asked.
"Low-grade Hongmeng treasure." Zong Xiaoyao said.
"Suck..." The sound of gasps from all around came to mind almost at the same time. Everyone stared at the small earth-yellow shield in Zong Xiaoyao's hand. If it weren't for the protector behind him, someone might have snatched it away.
"Show me..." Qin Yu said.
"No, let's compare first." Zong Xiaoyao shook his head.
"Then please move your hand away and let me take a look." Qin Yu glanced at Zong Xiaoyao's right hand and said.
