When Shen Qingyuan mentioned this, he seemed to have been prepared for it. He took out a book from the storage bag on his waist and wrote the four characters "Shen's Alchemy" on it.
She did not open the book, but held it in her hand and showed everyone the cover from left to right.
"Today, Shen just wants to ask everyone to give me a fair review."
"How come this thing from the Shen family has become the fame of the daughter of the medical fairy!"
At the right time, she used her strength again, amplifying the pressure. The monks around her seemed to have been filled with lead and remained motionless.
Shen Qingyuan looked at Jiang Su, who was still unresponsive, with some doubts in his heart.
Although she didn't know why Jiang Su could resist her pressure, she had already performed three spiritual visions to confirm that Jiang Su had no golden elixir.
Regardless of who Jiang Shuiliu found to refine Jiang Su's Jingxin Pills to make Jiang Su famous, today, she was going to ruin Jiang Su's reputation before she could completely become famous in the world of cultivation.
This shocking work will bring huge dividends, and the Shen family is determined to make it happen.
Shen Qingyuan stretched out his palm, and a delicate and small alchemy furnace suddenly appeared in his palm. A white sculpture with wings spread was engraved on the furnace lid.
It is the family emblem of the Shen family.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, and the white eagle's eyes are yellow, indicating that this person is a person in charge of the Shen family branch.
"If Miss Jiang wants to explain, why don't you compete with me on the spot to see whose family this Jingxin Pill belongs to?"
She has made more than 30 rounds of Jingxin Pills repeatedly in the past few days, and finally got one-tenth of the effect of "Jiang's Jingxin Pills". She believes that as long as Jiang Su is willing to compete with her, she can win. !
Everyone's eyes fell on the woman in green. At the right time, Shen Qingyuan reduced the pressure, and the rustling sounds of monks appeared around him.
"What should I explain? What's the competition? You can't make my elixir with the same medicinal effect. Are you competing with me to see who can make elixirs faster? Or are you competing with me to see who can explode the furnace when refining elixirs?" Jiang Su looked at her inexplicably. , touched his head with his hand.
Am I stupid or is she stupid?
She made up her own words, so why didn't she have any idea of her own strength?
It seems that Shen Qingyuan is not a very smart person. The first reaction when encountering a problem is to deny it in the same direction, probably because subconsciously one does not dare to do anything too outrageous.
This is what most people say after being wronged: "I'm not, I didn't."
At the right time, Jiang Su suddenly took a few steps forward and reached a position within a punch of Shen Qingyuan.
He raised his head and stared at the woman in blue. The dark green eyes under her eyes made the shadows clear, and the atmosphere was solemn and cold.
"My--things are my--things. You will never be able to refine them in your lifetime. I-- am practicing the Jingxin Pills now."
Jiang Su pronounced every word "I" in a long tone, for fear that Shen Qingyuan wouldn't hear it clearly.
Jiang Su stretched out his hand and tapped the pill furnace in Shen Qingyuan's palm with his knuckle.
"Dong-dong-dong-"
"What an alchemy stove? The quality is so rubbish. Do you usually use it to cook?"
After hearing Jiang Su's words, Shen Qingyuan's eyes twitched.
She pushed away Jiang Suzheng's hand knocking on her alchemy furnace, took a step back and said righteously: "Don't you dare?"
"Are you being told something that is on your mind and are you looking for an opportunity to evade it here?"
She wanted to anger Jiang Su.
"Most people in this world follow the wind and flock to something valuable when they smell it. Wherever others go, they will follow with all their strength. How many people are really looking for you, Jiang Su, to see a doctor?"
After saying that, she glanced blatantly at Jiang Su up and down, curled her lips, and said mockingly: "I'm afraid there are less than ten people, right? After all, I remember... Miss Jiang, you are only fifteen years old."
Shen Qingyuan used his peripheral vision to look at the reactions of the people around him. Although they were trapped in place, their expressions were quite indignant. But when it comes to eating melons, most of them are willing.
Some people even ate with gusto and even climbed to their knees to prevent themselves from getting tired standing under the pressure.
Jiang Su nodded cooperatively and mechanically repeated his approval: "It's fifteen years old, it's fifteen years old. What you said makes sense, ah, it makes perfect sense."
If you have the ability, don’t seek medical treatment from me.
"But you still can't make the Jingxin Pill that I have on the market today."
"..."
Shen Qingyuan wanted to deny it but had nowhere to say it.
"Your Jingxin Pill prescription belongs to our Shen family."
"You can't practice it"
"Your cultivation level is low, so this elixir must not have been refined by you."
"You can't practice it,"
"...If you don't compete with me, you're just afraid."
"You can't practice it."
"..."
That's right, although Shen Qingyuan has made more than thirty batches of Jingxin Pills, the efficacy is only close to that of the actual Jingxin Pills currently on the market.
The girl in green clothes in front of her had a relaxed expression, as if she didn't care at all and was just playing with her.
So... disgusting... This person is really annoying...
"Hmph." Shen Qingyuan snorted disdainfully.
"I'm asking you one last time, Jiang Su! Are you going to compete with me to see whose Jingxin Pills are more effective?"
She still didn't believe that the medicine was made by Jiang Su.
That person's alchemy technique was different from that of Jiang Medical Immortal, and she was definitely not the fifteen-year-old Medical Immortal's daughter.
Jiang Su was made irritated by the man's repeated words. It was only because of the crowd that he suppressed himself from swearing in his previous life.
"Are you playing house?"
"If you can't practice it, why do you want to compete?"
"Want me to play a heart-conquering game with you?"
“Boring and ridiculous”
Jiang Su said no more, turned around and left.
She really had no intention of competing with Shen Qingyuan and losing her status. No matter how knowledgeable or conclusive what this man said, it would be useless.
She, the daughter of a medical fairy, a medical practitioner who has been treating illnesses and saving people for two lifetimes, is competing with a branch manager of alchemy cultivating who has a strong businessman's atmosphere to make elixirs?
Even Jiang Su found it funny when he said it.
When he reached the door, Jiang Su suddenly turned his head and said contemptuously to Shen Qingyuan:
"Haha, little steward of the Shen family branch, how do you get the qualifications to compete with me?"
You really take yourself seriously.
The name of the Medical Immortal is known to everyone in the world of cultivation. How many great powers pray to meet Jiang Shui, and how many mortals carve his face on the Bodhisattva statue to pray for peace.
How many people seek medicine but cannot get it and return without success.
Anyone who can be named "immortal" is the first person in his way.
Medical science is concerned with the yin and yang and the five elements of heaven and earth, and is concerned with ordinary people's birth, aging, illness and death.
This is the remote location of Shifangmen. Otherwise, the daughter of her medical fairy would not be accessible to children from a branch of the family like her.
Reincarnated as a second-generation cultivator, or a professional second-generation cultivator, Jiang Su’s card is Wang Zha!
When Shen Qingyuan heard this, his face turned green when he looked at the door.
She clenched her fists without concealing it and still stared at Jiang Su stubbornly, wishing she could bite her back teeth into pieces.
Jiang Su thought it was funny when she looked like a chihuahua, and raised the corners of her lips playfully. Suddenly, her pressure increased, eliminating the pressure that Shen Qingyuan had exerted on many monks in the room.
