"Hmm!"

Chu Jiang slowly opened his heavy eyelids and stretched his waist, this sleep can be said to be the most comfortable sleep Chu Jiang has had recently.

Turning his head sideways, Chu Jiang found that the dialect was crawling on the square table not far away.

Chu Jiang sat up from the bed and slowly walked around to the front of Fang Yantong, only to see that Fang Yantong was holding a scroll of Dan Fang on his left arm, while his right hand was engraved on a blank piece of brown paper with his divine sense as a pen.

After a long time, Fang Yan completed the reproduction of Dan Fang and retracted his consciousness, "Are you awake, are you in a better state?"

Chu Jiang nodded, "Is Senior Fang Cai making Danfang?"

"That's right," Fang Yantong rolled up the written Danfang, and then sealed it with a plastering seal, "Most of the Danfangs sold on the market are made by us like this, but some high-grade Danfangs need to be done by myself." ”

"So that's the case," Chu Jiang nodded, but this requires a very high level of control of the divine sense.

"Divine consciousness is the foundation of human beings, and we can't be so reckless in the future, if we really damage the foundation, it's over. Fang Yantong put the Danfang away, and then took out a jade bottle and the badge of the four-grade alchemist.

Chu Jiang took it and smiled slightly, "Fortunately, it's done." ”

"Fortunately, you fell into the Danhui," Fang Yantong glanced at Chu Jiang, "You should have taken the Ziling Yan Divine Fruit, there is a volume of Dan prescriptions with the Ziling Yan Divine Fruit as the king's medicine, but it is only a fifth grade." ”

"The five-grade Danfang is too precious, and the younger generation can't ask for it," Chu Jiang hurriedly waved his hand and refused.

Fang Yan also stuffed the Dan Fang into Chu Jiang's hands, "This is your reward for joining our Autumn Plains City Dan Society, and for me, it just takes a little divine sense, what is the preciousness." ”

The dialect was said like this, and Chu Jiang had no choice but to accept it.

"The Three Great Championships were supposed to be held this month, but due to the sudden opening of Shennong Valley, it was postponed to its end, and it was initially scheduled for the sixteenth of next month, in Panglong City, the largest city in the Western Regions. Fang Yantong said to Chu Jiang, "When the time comes, you can go directly, and I will also attend." ”

"Hmm," Chu Jiang responded.

"Next, let's solve the trickiest thing," Fang Wentong walked to the side of the densely packed small cabinet, took out a piece of extremely tightly wrapped object, and put it in the ring.

Soon, Chu Jiang and Fang Yan appeared in front of a grass hut on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by a fenced yard, planted with all kinds of rare medicinal herbs.

Cangju fruit, purple dragon grass...... There are priceless medicinal herbs in the market, and they grow like weeds here.

"This old man is the chairman of our Dan Society, I heard him brag that he was also the one who took the lead in the establishment of the Dan Society," Fang Yantong said to Chu Jiang, with a look of disgust, "But his identity as an elder of the Danhuo Sect is true, if he can accept you as a registered disciple, even if you don't join the Danhuo Sect, you can use the Wanyan Jue freely." ”

"You stinky boy, speak ill of me behind my back every day," said suddenly, the door of the thatched hut opened, and out came an old man who was in good spirits, but disheveled, with his hair disheveled, with a hoe, pointing at the dialect and spitting and scolding.

Chu Jiang glanced at the old man, then looked at Fang Yantong, and noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, so he didn't speak.

"If I slander you, then you should hurry back to Danhui to deal with all those messy things, I just want to retire. Fang Yantong pursed his lips and said.

The old man sat on the steps, "I heard something about Wan Yanjue just now, what are you doing here to find me?"

In addition to the change in this topic, Chu Jiang was a little uncomfortable.

Fang Yantong took out the things he had wrapped before, pushed the door in, and threw them to the old man.

"Hehe, you kid still understand me," the old man immediately smiled when he saw this thing, and it turned out to be a small jar of wine.

"Wang Jisheng," Fang Yantong pointed at the old man and said to Chu Jiang.

Chu Jiang bowed to Wang Jisheng, "Senior Wang." ”

"It's better for the little doll to talk about the rules," Wang Jisheng muttered a few words in a low voice and poured a sip of wine.

"Okay, let's get down to business, this is Chu Jiang, who accidentally cultivated Wan Yan Jue before, and now wants to participate in the three major tournaments instead of our Dan Society, so I want you to accept him as a registered disciple. Fang Yantong said.

Wang Jisheng took another sip, "These three major bullshit competitions are all things that can't be seen on the table, why do you need to participate." ”

"You, in this way, can we spread the word about our Danhui," Fang Yantong held back his anger, "Just say it, you can't accept it." ”

"You've been by my side for so many years, don't you know me?" Wang Jisheng rubbed the wine jar with a sly expression, "I won't do anything that is not beneficial, and a single bottle of wine is not enough for me to accept him as a registered disciple." ”

"I don't know what the seniors need?" Chu Jiang asked.

Wang Jisheng stood up suddenly, laughed and said, "I'm already a farmer, how can I still need anything." ”

Walking to the vegetable field in the courtyard, Wang Jisheng began to hoe the grass.

"Come on, I'm pretending again, didn't I notice it a long time ago?" Fang Yantong said.

"You kid, sooner or later you will be angry with you," Wang Jisheng threw a hoe at Fang Yantong, but when he was a few feet away, a blue flame came out and burned all the hoes.

"Hey, this is the last hoe," Wang Jisheng said on his feet.

"This guy's favorite thing in his life is to collect different flames," Fang Yantong said to Chu Jiang.

Wang Jisheng went straight through the two of them and entered the thatched hut.

Fang Yantong also followed, and Chu Jiang was no exception.

The hut is not very cluttered, but very clean and orderly, especially the cabinet full of vials of glass tubes on the opposite side of the door, which is very spectacular.

Flames of different colors and attributes are beating with vitality in the small tube, colorful and colorful.

"This is?" Chu Jiang could only vaguely distinguish a few of the flames, and the others were extremely unfamiliar.

"There are many flames between heaven and earth, which are divided into heavenly fire and qualitative fire. Heavenly Fire is a strange flame born naturally between heaven and earth, with extremely strong characteristics," Wang Jisheng opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of crimson flame, which was faintly mixed with silky black.

Chu Jiang was familiar with it, this was the hellfire before him.

"Qualitative fire is cultivated by acquired animals, plants, and humans, and this strength is much lower than that of heavenly fire. Wang Jisheng said, handing the small tube containing the hellfire to Chu Jiang.

Chu Jiang took it, and the flames in the tube immediately burned brightly, but he couldn't break through the small glass bottle.

"Sure enough, the flames on your body are a variant of the hellfire, as if they are mixed with the unique polar ice meaning of the Northern Regions," Wang Jisheng touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

Chu Jiang's eyes became solemn, this Wang Jisheng actually directly saw the type of flame he had, and it was not bad at all.

"Did you name him?" asked Wang Jisheng, a little excited.

Chu Jiang opened his mouth and replied, "Purple Ice is cold and hot. ”

"Okay, good name," Wang Jisheng took out a new glass bottle, "I just need you to give me a wisp of fire." ”

Frowning slightly, Chu Jiang did not answer. Divides a wisp of Origin Fire, which does great damage to the origin of the flame.

"Don't worry, this is for you. As long as you take it and refine it completely, you will be fully restored, and it will also increase the power of the force flame. Wang Jisheng knew Chu Jiang's concerns and took out a bottle of elixir.

"This is the Seven Pins Pill, the Brahma Fire Pill. Fang Yantong explained to Chu Jiang.

Chu Jiang took it, opened it, and suddenly a wave of heat rushed to his face, and the flames in his body began to be a little restless.

The seven-pin pill is a priceless treasure, once it appears, it is an existence that can set off a wave, so it was directly taken out by Wang Jisheng.

"Then I'll give a wisp of this fire to my seniors," Chu Jiang stretched out his hand, and a purple flame rose up, and the temperature of the room instantly dropped by a few degrees.

Wang Jisheng's eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands very excitedly, "It's wonderful, it's wonderful, it's so able to maintain a delicate balance. ”

The flames trembled, and a tiny thread of fire floated towards Wang Jisheng.

Wang Jisheng hurriedly took the glass bottle, put it in, and sealed it tightly.

"Haha, the Ten Thousand Flame List can be updated with another flame, look at how the Heaven and Earth Fire List of the Dan Fire Sect competes with me, I am the most authentic and authoritative!" Wang Jisheng muttered, putting the small tube flame into the cabinet.

Chu Jiang couldn't cry or laugh when he heard this, it seemed that he liked to collect flames, and some of them were also to compete with the Danhuo Sect. However, it sounds like it has some grudge with the Danhuo Sect.

"Okay, this thing is for you, if someone questions your use of Wan Yan Jue in the future, it will be good to take out this token. Wang Jisheng threw out a token of unknown metal, on which was engraved a large character "Dan".

"Since I accepted you as a registered disciple, I can't lose face when I go out in the future," Wang Jisheng continued, "Wan Yanjue pays attention to theoretical knowledge, even if it is one hundred and thirty-five rules of fire control, it is only a technique that is biased towards control, mainly in transformation, but the attack ability is still insufficient. ”

Chu Jiang also gradually felt this, but for the time being, it could meet Chu Jiang's requirements.

"I'll hand over my fame stunt to you," Wang Jisheng said solemnly, "One finger to destroy the gods!"

A stream of obscure and complicated information suddenly poured into Chu Jiang's mind, which was the secret method of destroying the gods with one finger.

"Wan Yan Jue is the foundation, it can't be wasted, and it depends on how far you can comprehend it," Wang Jisheng finally said.

Chu Jiang felt as if he had fallen into a wonderful situation, and he was stunned in place.

"Wouldn't it be too ...... to give him this finger to destroy the gods," Fang Yan Tong on the side said with some hesitation.

"It's okay, I trust him, just like I trusted you back then," Wang Jisheng laughed, "Maybe people are old, and they will always unconsciously see him as the old you, and you are also such a high-spirited young man!"

After speaking, Wang Jisheng disappeared directly in place, "I'm going to update the Wanhuo List, just help me close the door when you go out." ”