"Teacher, please see, President Meng doesn't take us seriously at all."
The middle-aged man was walking and talking in a jealous manner.
The old man who was so angry that he walked out of the Alchemist Guild Hall due to Meng Jing's cold attitude became even more annoyed when he heard Xiao Li's words.
He is a dignified seventh-grade alchemist. How has he ever been treated like this?
You have to say, just scold a person in front of him.
Maybe he really did something wrong.
But in front of so many alchemists, scolding him, a seventh-grade alchemist, where can you put his old face?
It's too much! It's too much!
However, if it were anyone else, he would probably get furious immediately.
But when facing that young man.
No...I don't know why I feel so weak.
I always feel that the young man at that time was like a monster that could not see the abyss, and its strength was unfathomable.
"Teacher, teacher?"
Seeing that he had not listened to his words, the middle-aged man was very angry.
He just couldn't figure out why the teacher didn't do anything just now.
How could a mere brat be his teacher's opponent?
But what he didn't know was that for the seventh-grade alchemist, Meng Jing had not refined the last elixir.
Just relying on refining to that step is enough to show that the opponent's strength is not simple.
I'm afraid that young man's alchemy level is not just that of a sixth-grade alchemist.
It's hard to say that someone of his age could have a higher level of medicine refining.
He really wanted to ask who the teacher behind this little guy was.
At such a young age, he is able to develop his medicine refining skills to such a level, which shows that the teacher behind him is also extremely extraordinary.
Especially the method of refining medicine, he vaguely felt like he had seen it somewhere.
But I can't tell.
Seems like a long time old guy.
That old guy seems to be the first president of the Alchemist Alliance Association in their kingdom.
But I think it's impossible. Nearly a thousand years have passed since their first president.
Within a thousand years, people would have been dead long ago, and whether the bones could even be preserved is still one thing.
But that old guy was the first alchemist to reach the ninth level since the establishment of the Alchemist Alliance Association in their kingdom.
That was something that shocked the entire continent!
It was also the most glorious moment for their kingdom’s Alchemist Alliance Association.
But then...
The seventh-grade alchemist sighed silently and waved his hands. The middle-aged man who had been arguing in his ears had no choice but to leave quickly with a gloomy face.
Looking at the middle-aged man's leaving figure, the seventh-grade alchemist's eyelids twitched, vaguely aware that something big was going to happen.
After being helpless, the seventh-level alchemist rubbed his brows, returned to the room, and took out the spiritual stone that Meng Jing had given him before.
The ice-blue spiritual stone exuded pure spiritual energy, and the rich and warm spiritual energy enveloped the seventh-grade alchemist.
He couldn't help but slowly closed his eyes, and the tired look disappeared at that moment.
The effect emitted by this spirit stone is so satisfying.
As his disciple said, the more beautiful things are, the more poisonous they are.
He didn't believe it at all.
Moreover, he did not hesitate to absorb it.
If you can absorb such a good thing at once, where can you get another one like this?
Little did I know.
While the seventh-level alchemist was resting with his eyes closed, the middle-aged man who had not gone far gently pushed the door open and entered without waking up the seventh-level alchemist who had fallen asleep.
But as he walked in and saw the spirit stone in the hand of the seventh-grade alchemist, his eyes widened and he cursed in his heart.
"You old guy, no wonder you are facing that little thing like this."
"We co-authored and collected such good things."
He was not a fool, how could he not see what a good thing the spiritual stone in his teacher's hand was.
Moreover, the pure spiritual energy emanating from it was far more powerful than the spiritual stones they had bet on before.
It seems that it cannot be measured at the same level.
But nothing...
"Teacher, don't blame me. The blame is that you trust an outsider and refuse to trust your students."
The middle-aged man had a cold face and smiled silently, and then a small green insect appeared in his palm.
This little cyan insect, if you read it correctly, is exactly the same as the one that was inside the Lingyu Vine before.
But at this moment, this little green insect was emitting a faint poisonous gas.
The middle-aged man flicked his finger, and the small green insect quickly fell onto the spirit stone.
Then, he quickly sank into the spirit stone.
next moment.
The originally pure spirit stone then became extremely turbid, and the surface of the spirit stone also exuded a faint poisonous aura.
But the seventh-grade alchemist didn't notice this and was still slowly absorbing it.
With a little bit of absorption, the hand touching the surface of the spiritual stone gradually turned green...
Then, there's the look on his face...
Then...
The seventh-grade alchemist who was quietly sleeping suddenly woke up and saw that his hand turned green.
Especially the spirit stone in his hand was also surrounded by a layer of poisonous gas. He was so frightened that he threw away the spirit stone in his hand.
His expression became frightened, and he desperately wanted to shout, but found that something seemed to be blocking his throat.
Suddenly, a sound of footsteps approached.
A sneer followed.
"Teacher, are you awake?"
"What's wrong? Is this a nightmare?"
The middle-aged man slowly walked towards the seventh-grade alchemist, glanced down at the spiritual stone thrown on the ground, and smiled.
"Oh, teacher, I have warned you a long time ago."
"The more beautiful things are, the more poisonous they are. Why don't you listen?"
The seventh-grade alchemist looked horrified, but he quickly reacted. His throat, which was already difficult to make a sound, was rolling up and down.
Word after word, it came out slowly and hoarsely from the old man's mouth with difficulty.
"It was... you... did it... right?"
In order to be able to say these words completely from his mouth, the seventh-grade alchemist simply omitted the name he used to call this middle-aged man.
Of course, this also took away a lot of his strength, and there was already a layer of sweat on his forehead.
The middle-aged man looked surprised. A person who had been poisoned by himself could still speak.
As expected of his teacher, he is really powerful.
