The old man picked up the emerald green alchemy cauldron and said softly: "It depends on your mood."
As soon as he finished speaking, he dodged a few times and disappeared without a trace among the many monks.
"Where are the people?"
"How on earth did he leave?"
"Am I dazzled? I couldn't see clearly, as if I was blind."
…
Many monks looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, no one knew how the old man who made alchemy for free disappeared, like a gust of wind, he disappeared inadvertently!
Not even Zhao Fan saw it.
"Qing'er, Lao Huo, Da Xiong, did you see how he walked?" Zhao Fan asked in confusion: "The other party definitely did not use teleportation. His body seemed to sway for a moment and disappeared."
Titan Violent Bear didn't catch it at the time, so he speculated: "It should be some kind of movement technique that contains the mystery of wind."
"It is indeed a body technique." Huoyan Suanni said thoughtfully: "I only glanced at him for a moment, and then I lost sight of him. It was either "Shadow Step" or "Sanxian Youyou"."
"Shadow Step? Sanxian Tour?"
Zhao Fan stood there dumbfounded. There were countless movements in the Yuan Realm, but the most famous ones were only the ten movements. Shadow Step and Sanxianyou were both among them, and both belonged to Feng. Body-tying method. With the sharp eyesight of the fire eyes, it is impossible to hit the target without any target, so the old man's movement technique is one of them.
"The shadow step is more likely." Qingluan recalled the moment he captured, then nodded and said: "If you use Sanxianyou, the wind will rise within a certain range."
"Yes, maybe it's the Shadow Step." Huoyan Suanni said in agreement.
"That old man is really mysterious."
Zhao Fan sighed and said: "First the Miaowu Melting Pill Hand, and then the Shadow Step. These two methods are extremely rare, and his strength is probably stronger than I imagined... As expected of Jin City, Hidden dragon and crouching tiger.”
As the old man left, the many monks who were crowded here quickly dispersed in disappointment. Few of them were watching the excitement. Most of them were in need of pills and were planning to come to this place every day for the next period of time. The old man squatting on the street appears again.
If medicinal materials are provided, although the cost of refining low-level elixirs is not much, it is a huge expense for ordinary monks. It is not easy to earn yuan crystals and yuan stones. If you can save it, save it, and it is free. Yes, who would spend money to refine elixirs unless they were in urgent need.
"Continue to visit this Ember City."
Zhao Fan saw that there were only a few people on this street, so he raised his feet and planned to see more of this city, because as soon as he came here, he met the person who made alchemy for free, which made him have a great interest in Jin City. expectations.
Just when he was two steps away, an old voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "Young man, if you are free, how about inviting me to have a cup of tea and chat?"
"who?"
Zhao Fan suddenly became furious. He looked around, but there was nothing there, but he could sense it very clearly. The source of the sound was right next to him, not more than five meters away!
He was approached quietly, but he didn't know it.
Immediately, Zhao Fan noticed that there were subtle fluctuations in the dust on the ground from the right to the front. More than that, there were faint shadows flickering. He asked warily: "Your Excellency, please show up and see me."
"Good observation skills, haha."
The next moment, an old figure appeared three meters in front of Zhao Fan, and in his hand was an emerald-green alchemy cauldron.
This... isn't this the old man who made alchemy for free?
Did he leave and come back again or did he stay here without moving?
Zhao Fan bowed awkwardly and said, "I don't know if I'm a senior, but my words are very offensive."
"It doesn't matter."
The old alchemist looked Zhao Fan up and down, but there was uncertainty in his turbid eyes, and then invited him again: "There is a delicious teahouse over there. Come and have a seat?"
At this moment, Zhao Fan's mind was full of confusion. He was an average-looking person, but he was a martial arts master. Even if the other party saw through that his real rank was late Xuan rank, he wouldn't be the one to choose him to drink tea among so many monks, right?
There must be some purpose.
What is the picture?
And Zhao Fan felt that the old alchemist had no ill intentions, so he nodded slightly, "It's an honor."
Then, he followed the old alchemist around a street and came to a teahouse called "Tianxiangxuan".
This teahouse is small in scale, with only two floors.
The decorable style actually made Zhao Fan feel familiar, and it was basically no different from the Chinese style in the human world.
Then, Zhao Fan glanced inadvertently and couldn't take his eyes away. The sign hanging on the wall behind the counter stated the types of tea provided in the store.
Biluochun, West Lake Longjing, Tieguanyin, Dahongpao, Huangshan Maofeng, Red Heart Pu'er, Jasmine Tea... there are hundreds of kinds of tea. However, these names made Zhao Fan feel a little dazed. He almost thought that he Returned to the human world.
Those are all familiar Chinese teas!
Zhao Fan even drank 90% of them...
The old alchemist noticed the young man's reaction. At this moment, the uncertainty in his eyes disappeared.
A kind smile appeared on the face of the old alchemist, "Young man, do you think these tea leaves are familiar?"
After Zhao Fan hesitated for a moment, he nodded and said without knowing why, "May I ask who this teahouse is..."
"It was Lao Xian who opened it."
The expression of the old alchemist was like a fellow villager meeting a fellow villager, and he asked excitedly: "Are you an ascended person? Are you from a country called Huaxia?"
After Zhao Fan heard this, he felt like an electric current rushing into his body. He also asked excitedly: "Senior, is your hometown also China?"
"Ha ha."
The old alchemist took Zhao Fan's shoulders enthusiastically, "Let's go upstairs."
Zhao Fan nodded vigorously.
They came to the private room upstairs.
The tone of the old alchemist was the same as when facing a junior in his own family. He had no airs and said casually: "What do you want to drink?"
"Tieguanyin."
After Zhao Fan finished speaking, he bowed and said, "I would like to ask, what was your identity when you were in China?"
"Before his ascension, I seldom appeared in public. He was not a well-known powerful person. He usually messed around with some brothers who were sworn to Jinlan and a younger sister, and got into trouble a lot. Haha, I guess you haven't heard of it." The old alchemist had mixed feelings. With a smile, he recalled: "I am the forty-sixth generation of avenger, named Ruan Xi. I ascended in March, 2009."
What greatly surprised the old alchemist was that he originally thought that this young junior would not have any reaction after learning his identity before ascension. After all, he was so low-key at that time that no more than ten people in the entire human world knew of his existence.
As a result, the other party stood up straight as if on a conditioned reflex, and looked over with surprise and joy, "Return... turn over the enemy, Ruan Xi?"
"Exactly."
The old alchemist asked in a daze: "Is it possible that you know Lao Chan?"
"More than just knowing!"
Then, Zhao Fan bent his knees, knelt on the ground sincerely, and said: "Uncle and grandpa, please accept my grandson Zhao Fan's bow."
"Zhao, Zhao?" The old alchemist looked at the former in disbelief, "Tell me again, Zhao what?"
"Zhao Fan."
Zhao Fan took a deep breath and said excitedly: "My master is the great master of creation among the Seven Immortals of Penglai, Li Sanjiao."
"Xiaofan, you are the son of Ling'er and the young master of the Zhao family!"
The old alchemist could no longer control his mood. He rushed forward and held Zhao Fan's shoulders with both hands. "Quick, raise your head and show me."
Zhao Fan raised his plain face generously.
"Ahem..." The old alchemist said awkwardly: "Did you inherit the difference between Ling'er and that bastard Zhao Yan? I didn't see who they looked like."
Zhao Fan almost spit out a mouthful of blood. He said depressedly: "Uncle and grandpa, can you give me some face?"
"Ha ha."
The old alchemist helped Zhao Fan up and pulled him to sit next to him, "I never expected, I never expected that I would meet you in this place. In other words, back then, if Old Seven didn't fight with me, you would be the second Forty-seven generations have made mistakes. However, I have to verify whether you are a fake. Come on, show me the magic of the great creation lineage."
"good."
Zhao Fan selected two extremely representative and typical techniques from the "Gongshu Book" and performed them in front of Ruan Xi.
"Familiar, too familiar, you can't fake it."
Ruan Xi suddenly seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Zhao Fan in shock and said: "I'm sure you are in your thirties this year. Not only have you ascended to the Yuan Realm, but you have also reached the late stage of the Xuan Realm? Not only that, I can vaguely sense you." The soul amplitude is extremely powerful..."
