The arrogant alchemist immediately shut his mouth. He clearly felt that the Ye Fan in front of him was far beyond his ability to deal with.
But he still retorted for the sake of face.
"you give me……"
Before he could finish speaking, there was an explosion in the Dan Pavilion.
A faint blue flame erupted from the Dan Pavilion.
Ye Fan gathered his spiritual power and formed a strong barrier in front of everyone, blocking the blue flames.
Those who still wanted to say something were so frightened by the explosion that they stood trembling in place, like frightened quails.
In the center of the explosion, Di Jiang protected the pale Zhu Jiuyin.
"You're crazy! You don't want your life!"
Di Jiang hugged Zhu Jiuyin and shouted at him.
Zhu Jiuyin pushed Di Jiang away with a pale face. Completely ignoring the raging flames burning around him, he directly reached into the high-temperature medicine furnace and took out a pill.
"Here you go, I succeeded."
Zhu Jiuyin stuffed the elixir into Di Jiang's arms, and then fainted.
"damn it!"
Di Jiang touched the still hot elixir and almost wanted to throw it away, but Zhu Jiuyin spent a huge price to refine this fake death elixir, and it also played an important role in sending the female demon away.
How could he give up if he lacked the role?
Di Jiang picked up Zhu Jiuyin, spread out the spiritual barrier around him, and then rushed out.
The flames around here are unique to Zhulong, and even Di Jiang has to be wary of him.
But now he couldn't care less about the burning Dan Pavilion, he rushed out holding Zhu Jiuyin and threw a jade pendant to Ye Fan who was standing outside.
"Ye Fan, go to the ninth floor to find Sun Simiao and ask him to come to me immediately."
Ye Fan nodded, leaving the group of alchemists who were as frightened as quails and strode away.
With the jade pendant given by Di Jiang, Ye Fan reached the ninth floor unimpeded.
Originally, he was thinking about how to find Sun Simiao, whom he had never seen before.
But after arriving on the ninth floor, he felt relieved, because there was only one room on the entire ninth floor.
"Is Lord Sun Simiao here?"
The situation was urgent, so Ye Fan lost his etiquette and shouted loudly as soon as he reached the ninth floor.
Hearing Ye Fan's call, a young man with white hair walked out from the ninth floor.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?"
Ye Fan bowed to him respectfully and took out the jade pendant given by Di Jiang.
"My name is Ye Fan, Lord Di Jiang. I was asked to come to you. The situation is urgent, so I won't say more. Please come with me."
After Ye Fan finished speaking, Sun Simiao frowned and asked.
"What happened? I need to prepare something."
"My lord, please move quickly. I will explain it to you on the way."
Sun Simiao returned to his room, took out a medicine box and threw it to Ye Fan.
"Get it, there are life-saving things in here."
Sun Simiao glanced at Ye Fan lightly, quite surprised.
Judging from his appearance, Ye Fan's age cannot be more than 30 years old. In Guangming Pavilion, no matter who the monks under the age of 30 are, it will be a little difficult to help him carry a box, but Ye Fan carries it easily.
When you hold it in your hands, you must know that the inside of this box is much larger than it looks on the outside.
"You're so nice, young man. He picked up my box so easily."
Ye Fan thought Sun Simiao was joking, and he frowned.