_Chapter 1177: Be My Apprentice
Zhao Songyan shook his head and said slowly: "Dongfang Yan, you disappointed me very much. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info”
As he spoke, he rose up in the sky, vast and majestic.
In Chen Feng's eyes, if Dongfang Yan's momentum just now was a small mountain, then Zhao Songyan's momentum was a huge mountain, which was fiercely pressed down.
Dongfang Yan was suddenly pressed to his knees, his waist bent deeply, and his head was pressed down to dust.
Finally, he couldn't even maintain his kneeling position, and with a snap, he was directly pressed to the ground.
Then his body gradually flattened.
In his seven orifices, blood flowed out.
Looking at this look, Zhao Songyan actually planned to crush him to death with momentum.
Chen Feng's heart jumped: "This Zhao Songyan is really a ruthless method!"
Dongfang Yan suddenly raised his head, glared at Zhao Songyan with resentment on his face, and shouted violently: "Zhao Songyan, you still ask me why I did this?
"As everyone knows, I'm even more disappointed in you!"
"How many years have I followed you? I have been with you for thirty years, saddle up for you, work hard, at least three times, and almost die for you!"
"And you, what did you do to me, my nephew is the most talented of all the junior disciples of the Alchemist Association, but you have always ignored him, but you value Feng Chen so much!"
"I've worked hard for you for so many years, and you didn't even give me the position of an heir, but you wanted to train Feng Chen, a little cub who hadn't met yet, as an heir!"
"How can I be willing? How can I be convinced?"
"I'm going to kill him and cut off your hope!"
When Zhao Songyan heard this, he was immediately silent, and his face showed an extremely complicated look.
There's anger, there's shock, and there's even the slightest hint of guilt.
After a long time, he sighed softly and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a big grudge against me, and I didn't expect you to think like this." ”
"But I do, a little bit, I can't stand you. ”
The momentum on his body suddenly retracted, waved his hand, and said lightly: "Get out!"
"From then on, you were expelled from the Alchemist Guild. ”
Dongfang Yan nodded, glared at Chen Feng fiercely, the resentful look on his face almost condensed into substance, and then turned around and left quickly.
Chen Feng looked at Zhao Songyan, sighed faintly, and said, "If you don't die if you fight a snake, you will suffer from it." ”
When Zhao Songyan heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't expect Chen Feng to speak to him in such a natural tone.
He laughed: "You little guy, you're not afraid of me." ”
Chen Feng smiled: "You saved my life, obviously with good intentions towards me, why should I be afraid?"
As he spoke, he suddenly coughed violently, vomiting blood, and the wound exploded.
Chen Feng felt that he was so weak that he couldn't even beat an ordinary person.
Zhao Songyan popped out a pill, the ammunition was the size of an egg yolk, the whole body was pale golden, the aroma was strong, and it actually exuded a faint coercion!
Chen Feng instinctively took it and was surprised: "On top of the pill, it actually exudes coercion, what kind of pill is this?"
Zhao Songyan smiled slightly and said, "Four pins of pills, one turn of golden pills." ”
Chen Feng's eyes flashed, it was actually a four-grade pill!
Even for the powerhouses of the Soul Condensation Realm, the four-rank pill was extremely rare, enough to cause these powerhouses to scramble.
Zhao Songyan said: "A golden pill is a healing holy product, and for people in your realm, almost all injuries can be easily recovered." Swallow it!"
Chen Feng was not hypocritical, and swallowed it in one bite.
After swallowing it, he felt that countless pale golden warm currents were swimming wildly in his body.
Wherever the warm current goes, all injuries disappear!
It's not about healing, it's about smoothing it out!
The wound on the surface of Chen Feng's body instantly turned into smooth muscles, and not a drop of blood could be seen.
And he feels that everything about himself has been restored to the peak, full of energy, and surprisingly good.
Chen Feng was stunned: "This, is this the power of the four-grade pill?"
Suddenly, he smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "Is there anything else?"
Zhao Songyan was stunned for a moment, and nodded at him: "You little guy, it's interesting." ”
He said: "Let me introduce myself first, my name is Zhao Songyan, and I am the president of the Suiyang County Alchemist Association. ”
"Someone presented me a small pill that day, and after reading it, I sighed that you are an amazing genius in the alchemy world, so I asked Dongfang Yan to bring you back, but I didn't expect ......"
At this, he sighed faintly.
Only then did Chen Feng know that his series of strange encounters were all because of this sentence,
From the Decameron to the Shadow Killer, and then to Dongfang Yan.
Zhao Songyan looked at Chen Feng and said with a smile: "The old man sees that you have an extremely high talent for refining medicine, but you are immersed in other aspects of your energy, and you can't concentrate on being an alchemist. ”
He showed a very regretful look on his face, then looked at Chen Feng, and said with a smile: "I want to accept you as a disciple and train you to be the heir of the Suiyang County Alchemist Association, I don't know if you are willing?"
As he spoke, a smile full of confidence and assurance appeared on his face.
Obviously, it is normal to think that Chen Feng will definitely answer.
After all, the favor of the president of an alchemist association is a great opportunity for most people.
Not to mention, he is still cultivated as an heir.
The president of the Alchemist Association of a dignified county has an extremely respected status, and he is no worse than the head of sects like Ziyang Sword Field and Chengtianmen.
For the vast majority of people, it must have been an ecstatic promise.
But unfortunately, Chen Feng pondered for a moment, but an apologetic smile appeared on his face, and he said softly: "Lord, the kid can only live up to his love." ”
"The kid already has a sect, and he really can't worship you as a disciple anymore. ”
"Oh, you already have a sect?" Zhao Songyan frowned.
He had thought that Chen Feng was an ordinary alchemist with no sect and no sect.
Chen Feng nodded and said, "The kid is actually not called Feng Chen, but named Chen Feng, and he is a disciple of the Ziyang Sword Farm in Danyang County. ”
"It turned out to be a master disciple of the Ziyang Sword Field, no wonder!"
Zhao Songyan said suddenly.
In fact, the real reason why Chen Feng rejected him was that Chen Feng already had a medicine elder.
No matter how powerful an alchemist is, is he as old as a medicine? This is an existence that has lived for thousands of years, what is there not to understand?
Zhao Songyan showed pity on his face, sighed several times in succession, clapped his hands with some annoyance, and said, "Oh, that's really unfortunate, that's really unfortunate, you already have a sect!"
Chen Feng looked at him like this, and felt that this old man was really cute, and he felt like an old naughty boy.