"What? Are you not sure you can protect him?" Wang Lin asked as he glanced at his apprentice Wang Jiulong, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He is very aware of the strength of his apprentice, but a fourth-grade Martial Emperor realm expert is very strong.
Although he is not the strongest among the Nine Guards, he is still among the top five.
"Master, you have forgotten. Now that I have injured my origin, I won't be able to survive for long." Wang Jiulong lowered his head and sighed, with a look of helplessness and melancholy on his face.
Seeing this guy like this, Wang Lin directly kicked him in the butt.
"You are still pretending in front of me. Didn't this boy you found say he could refine the soul-renewing pill for you? What are you afraid of?" Wang Lin rolled his eyes directly, not wanting to talk to him.
"Master, he said that you can refine the Nine Turns Resurrection Pill, not the Soul Renewal Pill." Wang Jiulong looked at his master and said.
"What? Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill? Are you sure?" Wang Lin's eyes widened when he heard this, as if he was greatly shocked.
He didn't expect that the person he, his apprentice, was looking for could actually refine the Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill.
"I'm just not sure, that's why I'm so melancholy. If I can't refine it, I'll be doomed and can only wait to die." Wang Jiulong sighed, his eyes full of helplessness.
Wang Lin's old face pulled down, and he looked gloomy.
"I find that your imagination has been kicked by a donkey. It's true that he is very talented. I barely believe you that he is a ninth-grade alchemist. But you said that he can refine the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill? Isn't this outrageous? Are you actually willing to believe it?" Wang Lin angrily glared at his apprentice.
In his opinion, Wang Jiulong was in a desperate condition and sought medical treatment. There was nothing he could do, and he would even believe this.
"Master, why can't you believe it?" Wang Jiulong was a little confused. He looked at his master and didn't expect his master to react so strongly.
"You are already a Martial Emperor Realm expert. Don't you know how difficult it is to refine the Nine-Rank Resurrection Pill? Even if several ninth-grade alchemists refine it together, the success rate is less than one-tenth! How old is he? He alone can refine it? Isn't this pure nonsense?"
Wang Lin was very speechless. He didn't expect that his apprentice would be so anxious.
Then he sighed quietly and said: "Hey, I know you are worried about your life. After all, you are still young and have a long way to go. I helped you contact an old friend of mine, and he agreed to come over and help you try refining. Soul Renewal Pill."
"But you have to know that even if this soul-renewing pill is refined, it may not be able to repair your injured original power. My old friend said that it is only less than 30% sure, but whether it can be done or not is not a matter of course. This is the only way, you can’t believe everything that guy says, I think there’s something very strange about him, you’d better be on guard first.”
"Huh? Master, why did you call your friend here? Aren't all the alchemists in Daxia already transferred away by the palace?" Wang Jiulong was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that his master was behind his back. I have done so many things for myself silently.
He was helpless because something happened in the palace and all the eighth-grade alchemists and above were summoned.
All the elixirs that can repair the origin, and some other elixirs with particularly good healing effects have basically been bought up, so Wang Jiulong is so helpless.
Otherwise, he can definitely hold on until the Bailing Battlefield is over and then find someone to heal him.
But time waits for no one now, and the time agreed with the Demon Realm is coming soon, and a battle may break out by then, which is why Wang Jiulong is so anxious and worried.
"He has retired for many years, and most people in the world have forgotten his name." Wang Lin said.
Hearing this, Wang Jiulong became even more curious.
"Oh? Who is it?" Wang Jiulong didn't think of who it was for a while, so he was very curious.
"Han Xuan, who was known as the Medicine Saint back then!" Wang Lin didn't hide anything and said directly.
"What? Medicine Saint Hanxuan? He...hasn't he died a long time ago?" When Wang Jiulong heard this name, he immediately exclaimed and took a breath of cold air.
He was really shocked and a little unable to calm down, even if he was already an emperor-level expert.
"You are not dead, how could he die? He just lived in seclusion. We have been in contact from time to time. I informed him when something happened to you before. I think he should be able to arrive today." Wang Lin rolled his eyes at Wang Jiulong.
At this time, Wang Jiulong's breathing began to quicken.
"Medicine Saint Hanxuan, if it's really him, it would be easy." Wang Jiulong said excitedly.
"Hey, you are thinking too much. He told me that even if the Soul Renewal Pill is refined, the probability of your recovery is less than 30%, because you are the source of injuries from the fight with the demons. The demons The demonic energy has already invaded your origin and cannot be completely eradicated." Wang Lin sighed.
Wang Jiulong's face changed slightly after hearing this. He was silent for a while and then said: "That's better than sitting down and waiting to die. Give it a try. Maybe there will be hope. I believe I can get through it!"
His eyes became firm, and two rays of light burst out from his eyes.
The expressions of Wang Churan and others standing at the entrance of the Hidden Sword Pavilion suddenly changed. In an instant, the hair on their bodies stood up, and an aura of fear swept from behind.
At that moment, they seemed to feel that there was a monstrous beast staring at them, their whole souls trembled, and they felt a strong sense of fear.
His whole body felt weak, and an invisible huge force was about to crush him.
Fortunately, it only took a moment, and everyone felt that the fear disappeared.
Wang Jiulong!
A strong man in the imperial realm!
Wang Churan and the others all knew that the Emperor Realm expert here was staring at them.
Even though they were extremely shocked and horrified, they did not dare to look back.
At this time, on the first floor of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, Su Qiye had easily suppressed tens of thousands of swords.
The corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of joking: "They are all a bunch of ownerless people, and they dare to fight against me?"
"Don't be too happy too early. Those two guys have found a new person to make alchemy. I'm afraid your position will be replaced by someone else." Jue Ren said at this time.
"What?" Su Qiye was immediately shocked.
He had only suppressed tens of thousands of swords on the first level, so why did such a big change happen?
"Where did they find new people to make alchemy? Didn't it say that all the alchemists were summoned by the royal family?" Su Qiye was very confused. Is the fat in his mouth going to fly away?
Wang Jiulong had previously asked him to make elixirs, but he had promised to take whatever he wanted from the Treasure Pavilion. This made Su Qiye happy in his heart.
But not long after this happiness, things happened?
"There is another one. From what they said, it seems to be the Medicine Sage Hanxuan." Jueren said.
