"I have to become an alchemist?" Zhao Siyu asked with some puzzlement, "Why?"

"This is the condition I promised you to achieve becoming a strong and recovering the Yuan Root attribute," Honggu smiled.

"I promise you!" Zhao Siyu said without hesitation.

"Don't worry, it's just an accessory to the conditions that will help you fulfill your wishes," Honggu smiled slightly.

"Ancillary conditions, don't worry, as long as Honggu can help me realize my wishes, no matter what the conditions" Zhao Siyu paused and said, "As long as I can do it, I can promise you"

"Young people are always impulsive, don't say it so fast" Honggu smiled slightly, "Will you kill someone?"

"Kill!" Zhao Siyu said in surprise when he heard this.

"Hehe," Honggu smiled, "As long as you promise me to help me kill someone, I will help you fulfill your wish!"

"Kill!" Zhao Siyu repeated in surprise, "I ......"

"Hesitating?" "Hesitated?" Honggu said with a smile, "Letting you become an alchemist is not only to refine the three sixth-order high-grade pills of Cleansing Yuan Pill, Yuan Ling Pill and Restoration Pill that are needed to restore the Yuan Root Attribute, but the most important thing is that you help me kill someone!"

"I ...... this," Zhao Siyu frowned, "I haven't killed anyone"

"Everything has a price," Honggu said with a smile, "Do you think that I am willing to help you out of pity for you?" I hope you know that when you borrow power from me, you also need to pay a considerable price, you think about it, think about it, think about whether you want to help me kill someone, and then come to me......" After speaking, Honggu disappeared into the Metaverse again.

Only Zhao Siyu was left to sit on the ground in a daze......

Just when Zhao Siyu was unconscious, in the blink of an eye, Wuyuan Festival entered the final celebration, the festive atmosphere of the whole city was strong, laughter and laughter filled the whole city, and at night, the entire Xiangyun City seemed to have become a city that never sleeps, so shining......

"Did you hear that?"

On a mountain not far from Xiangyun City, a young man in white, with long hair fluttering, standing with his hands behind his back, others seemed to be afraid that they could not tell whether it was a man or a woman for a while, his face was as white as snow in the moonlight, and his eyebrows were heroic.

"Is this it?" said the young man in white.

"Back to the young master" An old man walked out of the dark shadow and stepped forward and said, "This is Xiangyun City, why don't we wait for the Wuyuan Festival before entering"

The young man raised his hand to signal, but the old man was silent.

"That's fine, is it true that you are asking for something?"

"Back to the young master, it's true, this Zhao Siyu used his strength of the third order of the martial arts to compete with Hong Youjia, who took the first order of the martial artist of the Jiyuan Dan, and although he lost in the end, he also hit Hong Youjia hard, and he himself has been in a coma since the day the competition ended, and it has been ten days."

The young man in white nodded slightly and said, "The strength is not good, the courage is commendable, and it can be regarded as a respectable opponent, enter the city tomorrow!"

"Yes, young master!"

After saying that, the young man in white and the old man disappeared into the mountain.

It is said that since Zhao Siyu and Hong Youjia's shocking stop, the people in the city have more tolerance and sympathy for the former genius Zhao Siyu, perhaps from Zhao Siyu's desire and persistence to become stronger in the end, people are always aggressive towards the former genius after losing his halo, but for those who work hard, people sometimes always repay the greatest tolerance and sympathy......

Zhao Siyu has been in a coma for the past few days, Feng Yu has also been by his side, Zhao Xinlong is because he is in the position of the patriarch, he has to be busy with the affairs of the whole clan, there is something to do, but he also tries to take care of it, although Hong Youjia is fatal to Zhao Siyu's injury, but Zhao Siyu has an amazing recovery for some reason, the internal organs that were injured in the game actually recovered in a week, and the broken hand bones, sternum, and leg bones are also slowly recovering, as for Yuan Gen, this time there is no harm at all......

"Feng Yu, you have been here for so long, Xiaoyu is now basically healed from his internal injuries, and his external injuries have gradually recovered" Zhao Xinlong said, "Tonight is the last night of Wu Yuanjie, go back early to rest and rest"

"I'm not tired," Feng Yu said as he looked at Zhao Siyu.

"You didn't get to participate in this competition," Zhao Xinlong said, "It's really ...... for Xiaoyu's sake."

"I know" Feng Yu replied, "I don't blame Uncle Zhao and the Song City Lord, because only by dealing with it in this way can the anger of the Hong family be calmed down, and more contradictions will not break out, in fact, for such a competition, the reason why I participated is also to be able to teach people like Hong Youjia a lesson, but ......"

"Feng Yu, don't be sad," Zhao Xinlong said, "I'm satisfied if Xiaoyu can recover, and I'm a lot relieved that you didn't have an accident."

......

"Alas" Zhao Xinlong looked at Feng Yu and Zhao Siyu and sighed helplessly, "Xiaoyu, my father is really sorry for you, seeing you prove yourself so desperately, and I ...... Alas...... "There was a brief silence "I must protect you!"

......

On the first day after the end of the Wuyuan Festival, people were still immersed in the joy after the festival, but the atmosphere in the Zhao family's welcome hall was very cold, and even made people shiver......

The solemn welcome hall is very spacious, and there are a lot of people among them, and the few who sit at the top are Zhao Xinlong, Zhao Xinhu, Zhao Hantian and Zhao Hanmin, but the faces of the four are a little indifferent.

Under the left hand of these four people, there sat some elders in the family who had the right to speak and were not weak, and beside them, there were also some young people who had performed well in the family.

On the other side, there were three strangers sitting, among these three people, there were two people in Qingyue's white robes, one old and one young, and one dressed as a family servant.

I saw this old man, with a smile on his face, full of energy, a pair of small eyes, but they were flashing with fine light, and on the chest of the old man's robe, a silver oblique moon was painted.

"Martial King First Order!"

Zhao Xinlong clearly knew what the silver oblique moon on the white robe of Qingyue meant, he didn't expect that this old man turned out to be a first-order martial king, while sighing that the real person could not be seen, he was also quite surprised in his heart, with the strength of the old man who was two ranks higher than himself, he was quite respectful to the white-clothed long-haired young man beside him. The people who can become martial artists are at least the strong people of the famous side, and that kind of strength will make any force rush to it, but such a person is very respectful to the young people around him.

I saw that the old man was very respectful of this white-clothed long-haired young man, wearing the same Qingyue white robe, the man was about eighteen years old, his handsome appearance, with a tall figure, was very charming, of course, the most important thing was the four gold stars painted on his chest, which represented the strength of the youth: the fourth order of the martial artist. Being able to reach the fourth rank of a martial artist at an age of about eighteen is enough to show the cultivation talent of this white-clothed long-haired young man, if this is the case, the old man's attitude not only shows that this white-clothed long-haired young man has amazing cultivation talent, but also shows that the strength behind this long-haired young man is naturally very extraordinary.

With his handsome appearance and good strength, this young man will naturally attract the favor of some ignorant girls in the family, even Zhao Huiyi, who was sitting on the side, paused for a long time with her beautiful eyes on the white-clothed long-haired young man, and even her face was slightly ruddy.

"Hehe, Mr. Cui Tie, if you have something to say, if you can do it, our Zhao family should not refuse. For this old man, Zhao Xinlong didn't dare to slack off, and quickly stood up and said politely, but because he didn't know what the other party was asking for, he didn't dare to talk too much.

"Hehe, Patriarch Zhao, do you know him?"