Refining medicine is not an easy task to achieve overnight.

This old Mr. Xiao was discovered at the age of twenty and began to learn alchemy, until he is now sixty-eight years old, but he is only a two-star alchemist.

The growth of the alchemist's level, in addition to having a one-in-a-million amazing talent, requires years of cultivation and accumulation of experience, which is by no means a one-step ascension.

No matter how talented he is, it is impossible to reach a certain level of attainment in the art of alchemy in a short period of time.

In this Fighting Soul Continent, those mysterious powerhouses who can become master-level alchemists are all geniuses with outstanding qualifications.

But even so, the youngest alchemy master in history, Lan Ming, a peerless genius with the dual attributes of earth and fire, and a nine-rank fighting soul, had only just stepped into the ranks of seven-star alchemy masters at the age of forty-six.

"No, it can't be...... Absolutely impossible!" staring at the one in front of him, which was obviously a freshly baked two-star elixir, the shocked look on Old Mr. Xiao's face was even worse, and the more he thought about it, the more outrageous he felt.

In his eyes, the young boy in front of him, dressed in a black robe, had been born in this world for only six or seven years at best.

Even if you start refining medicine in your mother's womb, even if you have reached the ninth rank of the dual-attribute fighting soul of earth and fire, even if you awaken the fighting soul too early, you shouldn't learn to refine medicine at this age!

Moreover, even he, an old alchemist who is over the age of sixteen, does not dare to say that he can successfully refine a two-star elixir with 100% success!

"Old Mr. Xiao, if there is nothing wrong with my elixir, can I let it go?" Looking at Old Mr. Xiao's distracted appearance, Chu Yan couldn't help frowning slightly, he didn't have time to waste here.

Seeing that this old man still didn't look like he had come back to his senses, Chu Yan was anxious, and he didn't want to maintain any demeanor, and the terrifying soul power instantly radiated.

The Daquan Dan, which was driven by the power of Old Mr. Xiao's soul, suddenly easily broke out of his control, obediently fell into the jade bottle according to Chu Yan's wishes, and then flew into the wide sleeves.

"I'm sorry, I have important things to do, so I won't accompany you. Chu Yan hurriedly made a move, and immediately flashed, swept past Mr. Xiao, and ran towards the outside of the guild.

"Wait ......"

Shocked by Chu Yan's arrogant soul power, Old Mr. Xiao, who reacted after a while, was about to turn around to stop him.

But the moment he spoke, he suddenly noticed that a domineering and powerful invisible binding force suddenly attacked from all directions like a snare.

Before Mr. Xiao, who was shocked, took countermeasures, the invisible restraining force had locked his whole life on the spot, and he was caught off guard, and it was difficult to move even a finger.

"Huh? is this...... Soul Bondage!?"

This kind of familiar feeling of being stuck in a quagmire and suffocating made Mr. Xiao's face instantly pale.

At this moment, his five senses seemed to be completely blinded by a mysterious force, unable to see, hear, or move, and completely sank in darkness.

This moment of indescribable hesitation, the old man seemed to return to the time when he was a slave when he was a child, under the whip of the middle-aged man at the head, he began to tremble with fear, and the feeling of loneliness and helplessness made him almost collapse.

Soul Bondage!

This kind of taste had only been tasted in the hands of his own teacher, the four-star alchemist Mo Ying, and the feeling that Old Mr. Xiao was facing at this moment was much heavier than the soul restraint imposed by the teacher last time.

I don't know how long it took, Mr. Xiao only felt that his eyes lit up, and the suffocating darkness finally faded like a tidal wave, and the scene recovered one after another, and a slightly hurried voice gradually began to become clear.

"Elder Xiao, what's wrong with you?" it turned out to be a maid who noticed his strangeness and was screaming beside him.

"Heh......"

The moment his body recovered, the old man was like a drowning man who had finally been rescued from deep water, and suddenly fell to his knees, panting heavily, beads of sweat on his forehead like rain, and a pair of muddy old eyes, panic that could not be contained.

Such an abnormal scene, the maid on the side immediately lost color in fright again, and her delicate little face was as white as paper: "Xiao ...... Xiao Lao, you ......"

When Mr. Xiao finally came back to his senses and looked ahead for the first time, the short figure in a black robe had already disappeared.

"What about that kid just now?" his pupils shrank slightly, and Mr. Xiao asked eagerly.

He ...... It's been a while now. "The maid is the one who received Chu Yan before.

In fact, when she saw this mysterious young child who even the president valued and left in a hurry, she immediately hurried to report to Elder Xiao and the president.

Unexpectedly, he just stepped into the corridor, but at a glance, Mr. Xiao, who had a dull face, stood on the spot, with empty eyes, as if he had fallen into some kind of nightmare, and called for a long time, but there was no response.

Old Mr. Xiao's face was stunned, he looked in the direction of Chu Yan's departure, his mouth was slightly open, his throat rolled, but he couldn't speak anyway.

The kid ...... What exactly is sacred?

Towards noon, the scorching sun was in the sky, and a slightly dull heat was wantonly emanating. Chu Yan was dressed in a black robe and was running on the tree-shadowed avenue.

This body is so weak.

Only the sound of his own heavy snorting echoed in his ears, and Chu Yantong blushed and kept repeating the sweating action.

The close-fitting clothes have long been soaked under the sweat, clinging to the back, and the hair is also stuck into strands of sweat, and the whole person is as if he has been fished out of the water, embarrassed.

The originally light footsteps have become a little heavy and sluggish with the long-term operation.

After running frantically for a while, the familiar cabin at the foot of the mountain finally appeared in Chu Yan's sight.

"Hammer!"

With the pair of immature little meat hands, vigorously pushing open the wooden door, Chu Yanfei rushed in, and came to Liu Tiehammer's bed in a hurry.

"Huh?"

However, when his eyes were fixed on the young man who was still lying unconscious on the bed, his original eager appearance suddenly became surprised, and a pair of cute and smart big eyes gradually opened to the extreme.

I saw that Liu Tiehammer at this moment, from head to toe, was covered by a layer of blood-red energy material that came out of nowhere, and the whole person seemed to be wrapped in a silkworm cocoon, and he couldn't see his true face clearly.

In that layer of blood-red energy matter, there were wisps of golden air, like fish, slowly swimming.

"This is ......" Chu Yan's face suddenly became dull, "What's the situation?"

With the knowledge of his two lives, he had never seen such a strange scene.

For a moment, Chu Yan was stunned on the spot, at a loss.