"Are you the alchemist?" The young monk walked up to Zhang Yifeng, and a flattering smile appeared on his mean face.
Zhang Yifeng frowned, looked at the young man, and asked, "What's the matter with you?"
Hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, the young monk cupped his hands and said, "Master, I am Zhao Yu, a direct descendant of the Zhao family. I came here to invite you on the order of the family leader."
Zhao family?
Zhang Yifeng frowned. When he entered Yunshui Town before, he heard from the monks in Yunshui Town that the town where the monks gathered was jointly run by four small families, and the Zhao family was one of them.
However, what he was a little confused about was why the Zhao family came to invite him?
Could it be that they also want me to make elixirs for them?
Thinking of this possibility, Zhang Yifeng suddenly understood. However, as an alchemist and a high-level alchemist, he has his own pride. Zhao Yu, who is just a mere Zhao Yu, is not qualified enough to invite him to the Zhao family.
"This place is quite good. If you want elixirs, let them come here by themselves." Zhang Yifeng said calmly.
Hearing Zhang Yifeng's words, Zhao Yu's eyes flashed with gloom. When he came, he swore to the head of the family that he would definitely invite Zhang Yifeng back.
He knew that the status of an alchemist was noble, but his status was not low either. He thought that as a direct descendant of the Zhao family, Zhang Yifeng would definitely give him some face, but he never expected that Zhang Yifeng would refuse his invitation.
!
Moreover, what was even more unacceptable to him was that Zhang Yifeng rejected him in front of so many monks, which made him feel very angry.
He could almost foresee that after today he would become the laughing stock of the entire Yunshui Town, and even the Zhao family would deprive him of his status as one of the heirs of the family head.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yu's expression became cold. He looked at Zhang Yifeng and said calmly: "Master, our head of the Zhao family is a great monk at the first level of the out-of-body stage. Are you sure you want to reject his invitation?"
Hearing the obvious threat in Zhao Yu's voice, Zhang Yifeng's expression also turned cold: "A mere monk at the first level of the out-of-body stage is not taken seriously by me."
hiss!
As soon as Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, there was a gasp of air from around him.
Yunshui Town is a small town. Although monks gather here, the person with the highest cultivation level in the town is only at the first level of the out-of-body stage. The head of the Zhao family, Zhao Yuantong, has the first level of out-of-body stage cultivation. Unlike other people,
The heads of the three major families have the same level of cultivation.
It can be said that in Yunshui Town, except for the heads of the other three major families, Zhao Yuantong is almost invincible.
But in the eyes of everyone, such an invincible existence was not even noticed by Zhang Yifeng!
If this was said by someone else, everyone would definitely think that this person was bragging, but the words came from Zhang Yifeng's mouth. Although everyone was shocked, they did not think that Zhang Yifeng was bragging.
Because there is a consensus in Lingyue Continent that behind every powerful alchemist there are powerful forces and connections. Even if the alchemist himself is not very strong, no one is willing to offend an alchemist because who
It is also impossible to predict whether there is someone with strong cultivation behind that alchemist.
"good very good!"
Zhao Yu laughed angrily. He glanced at Zhang Yifeng with a sneer and said in a cold tone: "It seems that you are deliberately going against our Zhao family?"
Zhang Yifeng was noncommittal. Zhao Yu really felt good about himself. He dared to kill the two sons of Hou, one of the eight great princes of the Dali Kingdom, who had suppressed the chaos. A family from a small town was not even qualified to be his opponent.
Seeing that Zhang Yifeng didn't speak, he thought it was because Zhang Yifeng was afraid. A look of pride appeared in Zhao Yu's eyes. He was about to speak, but at this moment, he felt a black shadow flash before his eyes.
Snapped!
Then, with a crisp sound, Zhao Yu received a firm slap on the face, and his body flew out like a kite with its string broken.
puff!
Falling to the ground, Zhao Yu let out a scream, and then spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.
He looked at the person who hit him with a look of resentment, but when he saw a figure in front of him clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and an incredible look appeared in his eyes.
"Master of the house."
Zhao Yu quickly got up from the ground, ran to Zhao Yuantong, and knelt down on the ground with a plop.
He never thought that Zhao Yuantong would come here and even hit him just now.
Although he wanted to ask why Zhao Yuantong hit him, he did not dare, because as a direct descendant of the Zhao family, he knew Zhao Yuantong's character very well. If he asked, his end would be countless times worse than now.
"Bastard, I, Zhao Yuantong, am not dead yet. When will it be your turn to take charge of the Zhao family?" Zhao Yuantong looked at Zhao Yu who was kneeling on the ground with a gloomy face and said sharply.
Upon hearing Zhao Yuantong's words, Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became extremely frightened.
In everyone's surprised eyes, he kept kowtowing to Zhao Yuantong and begging for mercy.
"Okay, Lao Zhao, as young people, you always make mistakes, so that's pretty much it."
It was the voice of Li Rulong, the head of the Li family, interceding on behalf of the young man.
After hearing Li Rulong's words, Zhao Yuantong's expression softened slightly and he snorted coldly: "If you do it again next time, you don't need to be named Zhao."
When Zhao Yu heard this, he looked desperate. He climbed up from the ground in a panic and stood aside dejectedly, lowering his head and not talking anymore.
Zhao Yuantong snorted coldly and stopped looking at Zhao Yu. He turned to look at Zhang Yifeng, with a warm smile on his face: "You are Master Zhang, right? I, Zhao Yuantong, the head of the Zhao family, did not discipline you well. Just now, the younger generation collided with you, and you still
Please forgive me."
Zhang Yifeng glanced at Zhao Yuantong, frowned, and asked in a calm voice: "What can you do?"
Zhao Yuantong did not speak, but exchanged glances with the heads of the other three major families, and then turned around and said, "Master Zhang, to be honest, we came here to ask for something."
"What's the matter?" Zhang Yifeng asked with a frown.
"Ahem." Zhao Yuantong coughed slightly, "I wonder if Master Zhang can refine the elixir for the secretion of the body?"
After saying that, not only him, but also the heads of the other three major families stared at Zhang Yifeng closely, as if they were afraid that he would shake their heads.
Hearing Zhao Yuantong's words, a smile appeared deep in Zhang Yifeng's eyes. He knew that the lamb to be slaughtered was delivered to his door!
After deliberately pondering for a long time, until Zhao Yuantong and others were almost impatient with waiting, Zhang Yifeng sighed and said slowly: "It can be refined, but I don't have the raw materials."
"Master, we have the materials, please help!"
As soon as Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, Zhao Yuantong and others couldn't wait to talk.