"Alchemy ......"

Don't look at the rabbit annoying and talking nonsense, but it makes sense, even Su Changhe, a king-level alchemist who originally looked arrogant, couldn't help but look at it a few more times. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Of course, Sesame doesn't know alchemy, but it is familiar with it, and it often accompanies Huang Tianzun when he is educating Feng Xingying, so he can learn some show insight.

On the other side, a man wearing a black crystal mask and dressed in black also appeared in front of everyone, followed by four old men and four boys, looking quite imposing.

Su Changhe didn't dare to fiddle with his king-level alchemist shelf anymore, and hurriedly took the two apprentices to salute:

"The old man didn't expect the master of Tongtian Pavilion to be there, and he just wanted to borrow the precious land for use, which was really rude and rude. ”

The eyes of the Lord of the Tsubel Pavilion were cold, and his pitch-black mask was even colder. He waved his hand casually:

"It doesn't matter, the Spirit Lord is a member of our Tongtian Pavilion, so naturally we can meet guests in Tongtian Pavilion at any time. ”

Su Changhe and Su Xiliang's faces stiffened at the same time, and they felt that they couldn't wait for a day to catch Feng Xingying, who had just arrived?

The people of the Heavenly Pavilion?

They seem to know too little.

It's a pity that it's too late to regret it now, and they can only look forward to using alchemy to crush Feng Xingying to find some sense of existence.

The Lord of Tongtian Pavilion did not approach any king-level alchemist, but walked to the side of Feng Xingying, and did not shy away from letting people set down the table and chairs and sit down.

"Pavilion Master. Feng Xingying casually greeted him.

She had already guessed that Qin Molin was going to support her as the master of Tongtian Pavilion, but she didn't expect Qin Molin to do such a thorough job.

"Well, you are the Tongtian Spirit Lord of our Tongtian Pavilion, Tongtian Pavilion is your home, no matter which branch of the pavilion, a quiet room will be prepared for you, and the Spirit Lord should not be too outside. ”

"Hmm. Feng Xingying is still feeding the rabbits, and responds casually.

In just a few words, the Lord of Tongtian Pavilion explained his position.

That's right, he's here to support Feng Xingying!

A sentence "Tsutenkaku is your home." The meaning of eccentricity could not be more obvious.

And because of the arrival of the master of Tongtian Pavilion, poor Yuwen Qinghong's concentration was not enough, and the elixir that was quickly practiced was not controlled and scorched.

The strong smell of burnt paste filled the house.

Qin Molin also came back to his senses because of this, and said casually: "Is it a alchemy competition?" Then let the pavilion master be a referee." ”

Sesame eyes and bones keep turning, let him be the referee? must be biased towards my master, this is a good thing!

Even if Su Xiliang was unwilling, he didn't dare to say no, so he could only bite the bullet and say:

"To have the Lord of Tongtian Pavilion as the referee is the most fair. ”

An old woman behind Qin Molin was furious: "Hmph, what kind of thing are you, dare to talk to our pavilion master with a gun and a stick?"

The people of Tongtenkaku have never only spoken.

The old woman said it and threw it away.

A torrent swept Su Xiliang, and then rolled around one by one, simply throwing people out of the main hall and rushing out of the gate of Tongtian Pavilion.

was thrown out like this, even if Su Xiliang was shameless, he was embarrassed to come in cheekily.

After all, if he comes in again, he is likely to be thrown away again, which is really shameless.

The other party reduced the staff by one person, Su Changhe was still holding the master's shelf, embarrassed to say anything, just educating Yuwen Qinghong:

"It's okay, your opponent's alchemy speed is slow and failed, if you refine it again, you still have two more chances, don't be distracted." ”

"Yes, master. Although Yuwen Qinghong was under the invisible pressure of the Lord of the Heavenly Pavilion, he still quickly adjusted his state of mind.