Fang Bai stood aside, smiling at Ge Feng, who was so excited that he had lost his temper, knowing what the bottle of Creation Pill he sent meant to Ge Feng.

From the first time Fang Bai saw Ge Feng, he could see that Ge Feng's cultivation realm had been in a bottleneck period for a long time, and he was only one line away from breaking through to the next level.

However, Fang Bai also understood that some martial artists were limited by their own physique, cultivation resources, or chances, etc., and the difference in this line could become a threshold that they could never cross, and it would be difficult to break through in their lifetime.

Ge Feng is like this, if there is no strange fate, his realm cultivation in this life is likely to be fixed in the middle level of the desolate level, and he will never be able to break through again.

Although the low-grade Creation Pill can increase the success rate of a martial artist at a critical moment when he is promoted, Ge Feng had spent a lot of cultivation resources to exchange for a few pills before, but he failed to advance as he wished, and he couldn't help but be disappointed.

The low-grade Creation Pill was much more expensive than other pills, in order to be able to exchange a few pills and improve his success rate of promotion, Ge Feng exhausted the cultivation resources he had accumulated over the years, but later saw that the effect was not great, and he really couldn't afford the expensive exchange value, so he had to give up.

Ge Feng had heard a pharmacist say in the martial arts trading market in Ziyan City that only a medium-grade Cultivation Pill could help him break the shackles and successfully advance to the ranks.

After hearing the pharmacist's words, Ge Feng despaired.

Even the low-grade Creation Pill, the expensive price is already unaffordable for him, let alone the medium-grade Creation Pill that has many times better medicinal effect?

Moreover, in a small country like the Thousand Lakes Country, there is no pharmacist who can refine it, so he can only try his luck in other countries.

However, so far, Ge Feng has not received any news about the Zhongpin Creation Pill, otherwise even if it is expensive, he will do whatever it takes to get a few.

Some martial artists, in order to go further on the road of martial arts, are even so crazy that they even fight for their lives.

And now, Ge Feng just gave Fang Bai a few bottles of low-grade pills as a greeting gift, but Fang Bai gave him back a bottle of the medium-grade Creation Pill he had dreamed of, which made Ge Feng feel unreal in a dream.

When Fang Bai said the words "Zhongpin Creation Pill", Ge Feng even secretly bit the tip of his tongue to see if he was dreaming.

The pain from the end of his tongue proved that everything in front of him was true, and the bottle of Zhongpin Creation Pill that Fang Bai gave him was standing quietly in his palm at this moment, and the bottle body was shining with a dazzling luster.

Ge Feng didn't laugh and dance excitedly on the spot, he was already trying his best to endure it.

In addition to being excited, Ge Feng felt a little ashamed, feeling that the meeting gift he gave to Fang Bai was too thin, and the value was not as good as the fur of the bottle of Chinese Creation Pill that Fang Bai gave him.

Ge Feng wanted to show the demeanor of an elder, politely refused Fang Bai's kindness, and returned the medium-grade Creation Pill to Fang Bai, but he was reluctant to give it to Fang Bai.

For Ge Feng, with this bottle of medium-grade Creation Pill, the next time he tries to impact the high-level realm of the desolate level, the success rate of the promotion can reach more than ninety percent, which is almost a sure thing.

For a desolate-level martial artist, every time he cultivates to a small realm, his longevity can be extended by several decades, and with this extra decades of longevity to concentrate on cultivation, he may be able to advance to the next level and continue to take his life to the sky.

Therefore, it is conceivable how important Fang Bai's bottle of Cultivation Pill is to Ge Feng.

"I heard that the medicinal power of the medium-grade elixir is too strong, and the martial artist whose realm cultivation is not high, if he rashly takes the medium-grade elixir, the meridians in the body may be damaged or even burst because they can't withstand the vitality transformed by the medicinal power. So I think it's better to give it to Elder Ge. This is my thoughts, and I ask Elder Ge to accept it with a smile. ”

Fang Bai seemed to have guessed Ge Feng's thoughts, and said seriously.

In fact, the medium-grade elixir is of little use to the current Fang Bai, and during his previous training, he got some medium-grade elixir from the remains of the desolate level martial artist in the Stone Forest Phantom Array, and now he takes out a bottle and gives it to Ge Feng, which can be regarded as a good fate.

"If I insist on not accepting it, it will be hypocritical...... Okay, I'll take this gift!"

Ge Feng picked up the bottle of the Chinese Cultivation Pill, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it again, his expression was full of surprise, and then carefully put the jade bottle away, and when he looked at Fang Bai again, his eyes were not only kind, but also a little grateful.

If just now he only regarded Fang Bai as his own disciple, then now, in his eyes, Fang Bai has become like a nephew.

Ge Feng had already decided that in the future, he would do his best to guide Fang Bai in the martial arts, otherwise he would be sorry for the bottle of Zhongpin Creation Pill he gave him.

"I'm here to wish Elder Ge a successful promotion and a new level of cultivation!"

Fang Bai smiled and complimented Ge Feng, then bowed to Ge Feng with his fists and left.

"This Fang Bai knows how to advance and retreat, is knowledgeable, is not arrogant or impatient, and has a dual-attribute innate spiritual root, his future achievements are unlimited, and I Ge Feng may have to touch his light!"

Ge Feng looked at Fang Bai's back and muttered to himself, then looked at no one around, and then put his backhand into his arms, took out the bottle of Chinese Cultivation Pill, and observed it carefully.

"It's up to you whether you can advance this time! Good baby, don't let me down!"

Ge Feng looked at the jade bottle for a long time, and then stuffed it back into his arms, and with excitement, he returned to his residence and began his retreat.

At the sect conference, the list of ten people selected in three days will be sent to the Guild, and at that time, Ge Feng will go to Ziyan City as one of the high-level leaders of the Martial Academy.

Ge Feng was going to use these three days to concentrate on cultivation, and strive to achieve a breakthrough in the realm before leaving, so that the safety of the Ziyan City party would be more secure and smoother.

If he can advance to the high-level realm of the desolate level, Ge Feng's status in the Bitao Martial Academy in the future will be on an equal footing with the two vice presidents, and the Elder Lei Lei, who often fights against him, has to lower his arrogant head, respectfully in front of him, and behave with his tail between his legs.

Thinking of this, Ge Feng's mood was very good.

In comparison, Fang Bai, who returned to his residence after saying goodbye to Ge Feng, was in a bad mood.

On the way back to his residence, Fang Bai found that someone was staring at him, and when he exuded his divine sense to check and control, it was actually Deacon Zhuang Zhizhuang.

Zhuang Zhi thought that his tracking methods were superb and he could do it without knowing the ghosts, but he didn't know that his every move was under Fang Bai's control.

After Fang Bai entered his small courtyard, he found that Zhuang Zhi had wandered around the small courtyard for a moment before leaving, and the direction he was going, as Fang Bai had expected, was the residence of Elder Lei Lilei, who was in charge of the Classics Hall.

(End of chapter)