The God of All Realms

Chapter 123 Ink Flower Tea

“Nothing is impossible in this world, it's just that you are too weak.” Long Han's voice rang out, making the surrounding Alchemists even more shocked.

Someone who can have such an alchemy method can still be distracted while doing alchemy.If Long Han is not an alchemy genius, I fear that no one will believe him.

At this moment, no one dared to underestimate the young man before him.

There was a cold killing intent in Wang Zhengfei's eyes. If he were to lose, not only would he lose the thousand-year-old Black Heart Vine today, but he would lose all face, and how could he raise his head. The Guild Master Refinery in the future.

“Son, you are too happy too early, I will tell you next, Jiang is still old and hot!” After Wang Zhengfei finished speaking, his eyes shone with a cold light.

Around his body, thirty-two traces of soul permeated at the same time, and the dim rays of light instantly condensed, but they contained the momentum to destroy everything.

Die up!

Wang Zhengfei roared, and all of the soul attacks rushed towards Long Han, who was refining medicinal pills.

With a satisfied smile on his face, he seemed to have seen Long Han's soul explode and become a wasted person.

“I don't think I can.” Unexpectedly, Long Han raised a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth, and said coldly, “Soul strength is not like this. Playing with my soul, you are too soft.”

This sentence came out from the mouth of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, which made people smile. But when they sensed the oppressive aura on Long Han's body, they did not dare to smile.

Bang out!

However, there were thirty-nine rays of light on Long Han's body, emitting a blazing aura. That light was dozens of times stronger than Wang Zhengfei's soul force.

Even if the two were the same soul force of the 32nd order, by comparison, one in the sky and the other was not as good as the ground, either, this is a difference that can really be felt by everyone around them.

The most important thing was, as Long Han said, playing Soul Power with him was an error.

The thirty-nine rays of light controlled by Long Han, like a smart person, continued to attack, making Wang Zhengfei's soul weaken crazily.

how is this possible?

Wang Zhengfei imagined how to beat Long Han to tears, how to turn a peerless genius into trash, and how to destroy Long Han's soul, but he was not surprised when such a scene appeared.

But when his shock was not over, he felt a sharp pain in his mind.

I saw his soul, encased in the light of Long Han, continuously absorbing his soul power, making his soul weaken.

"Ah..no...no..." Wang Zhengfei knew very well that if his soul was swallowed up by Long Han, he would be a waste in this life.

“Newly now I know I was wrong, but unfortunately it is too late.” Long Han had a cold killing intent at the corner of his mouth. He knew very well that if not for his strong soul, Wang Zhengfei would have never let him go so easily today, and the end would have been even worse. He said: "Only with the help of your soul, help me step into the forty."

chi chi chuan...

Many people felt that Long Han was eating Wang Zhengfei's soul bit by bit, and inevitably exclaimed, how terrifying the control required to do this.

Long Han did not devour Wang Zhengfei's soul completely, if he devoured too much, he would be troubled by Wang Zhengfei's emotions. Therefore, when his soul force reached the fortieth level, he stopped devouring.

"Bang!"

Wang Zhengfei, who was not far away, had devoured most of his soul. Where there were still thoughts of concocting pills, the method of controlling the pill furnace shook, and a violent explosion occurred directly.

The elixir furnace exploded, and the huge energy of the potion hit Wang Zhengfei's body, sweeping Wang Zhengfei out and smashing him to the ground violently.

Injury to the body is trauma, and injury to the soul cannot be changed.

Wang Zhengfei's breathing was weak, and everyone could feel it, even if Wang Zhengfei did not die today, he would be useless in the future.

"What a scary young man, another rising genius."

"Yes, in the past two years, the number of geniuses in our Tianhuayu has increased significantly."

"I'm afraid his Alchemy level has reached the fourth rank. How old is she."

In the Refinery Guild, everyone ignored Wang Zhengfei, who was half-dead on the ground.

The strong are respected.

Wang Zhengfei's flying skills were not as good as the others, even if he was killed by Long Han, he had to blame himself.

Moreover, the battle was provoked by Wang Zhengfei, and no one would pity the disabled.

If it wasn't for the family behind Wang Zhengfei that made everyone jealous, I was worried that some people would step on Him to curry favor with Long Han.

clap clap...

On the second floor of the Refinery Guild, applause and footsteps sounded.

I saw an old man with gray hair and eyes full of eyes, walking on the first floor of the Refinery Guild step by step.

"Lord Leader?"

"I didn't expect to surprise the president."

"Seeing the president's expression, I greatly admire this young man."

Many Alchemists looked at the old man descending from the second floor with a shocked face.

You should know that the old man was a top rank fourth grade Alchemist, and the old man had touched the bottleneck of a fifth grade spiritual master, and he was able to refine some fifth grade medicinal herbs.

It was an Alchemy that the Spirit Sovereign Cultivator had to take seriously.

"It's really scary. I don't know where that little brother came from? "Cai Zhenzhong looked at Long Han. He knew very well that if he could cultivate such a talented power, he would never be famous in Tianhuayu.

Long Han glanced at the old man, his eyes fixed on Jiao Kaifei next to him, and said, "Please give me the Millennium Black Heart Vine, my time is precious."

"Wow!"

There was an uproar at the scene, and no one expected that there was a 5th class quasi-Alchemist standing in front of Long Han, and he chose to ignore it. Didn't he know that a rank 5 Alchemist had a high status in Tianhuayu?

Jiao Kaifei looked at Long Han who was walking in front of him, hesitating, looked at the old man and found that the latter was not angry, so he heaved a sigh of relief.

“Young master, please save it!” Jiao Kaifei naturally did not dare to not make a joke about the thousand-year-old black-hearted vine belonging to Long Han, who was an eighteen or nine-year-old fourth-grade Alchemist.

In the entire Tianhuayu, there did not seem to be five people who possessed such talent in alchemy.

He knew very well that if the young man in front of him wanted to, he would become the most popular coach in the entire Tianhua Region.

Long Han took out a thousand-year-old black wine, and pretended to put it on his arm, but he actually put it in the storage ring.

After he did all of this, he turned around and walked towards the outside of the Refinery Guild.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene.

Ignoring fifth-grade Alchemists, how much courage would it take to do this?

Cai Zhenzhong stood there, her old eyes showing no anger, but rather admiration.

He had seen too many geniuses, but none of the geniuses had the character of Long Han. When facing people stronger than him, they would flatter them, and when facing those weaker than themselves, they would oppress them desperately.

"Old Cai Zhenzhong was the Leader of the Flying Dragon City Alchemist Guild. I wonder if there is an opportunity to invite a little friend over for tea?" Cai Zhenzhong knows very well.

There were not many geniuses in alchemy who could perform the "Nineteen Style Smallpox Folding Plum". There was some doubt in the depths of his eyes, and he thought: "Could Xiongba Linghuang have hands, and there are such disciples?"

Seeing Cai Zhenzhong respectfully standing in front of him.

He discovered that at some point, Wang Zhengfei, who was seriously injured and dying, had been taken away. With a thought, he simply took this opportunity to approach Cai Zhenzhong, saying that it might be useless.

Long Han looked at Cai Zhenzhong's curious body, and thinking with his toes, he knew that the other party was afraid he wanted to learn the "Nineteen Plumeria Folding Style with Smallpox".

“I wonder if you have the most famous Mohua tea in Feilongcheng upstairs?” When Long Han mentioned Mohua tea, he couldn't help but miss it, as if he hadn't drunk it for many years.

Cai Zhenzhong laughed, stretched out his hand and touched his chin, and said, "The old man happens to have one or two ink flower teas from early spring, the dew season, after thirty-six processes?"

"Honor is worse than obedience!"

Long Han was also accepted, Drinking this black flower tea can make people relax and activate blood, which greatly helps him to penetrate the tenth realm.

Seeing that Cai Zhenzhong respectfully invited Long Han to the second floor of the Refinery Guild, many people were envious and surprised, and looked at Long Han's back with curiosity.

What kind of power has cultivated genius?

When he came to the room, Cai Zhenzhong removed the cutting board from the wall and found a fine jade bottle, which happened to be strewn with dark flowers on the two and three.

The most important thing was that around the flower, the layer of spiritual ice crystals condensed, and the faint fragrance was refreshing, making people's blood boil.

“Good tea!”

Long Han sat there and could not help but sigh.

After about half an hour, after washing the tea, rhyme tea, stomach tea, and finally the last tea, there were only three cups of black tea, lying on top of the hot steam.

Cai Zhenzhong came up to Long Han with three cups of tea in her hands, and said respectfully, "I haven't asked your friend's name, it's so disrespectful!"

"Long Han!"

Long Han stared at the three cups of tea in front of him, and could not wait to take one of them.

Leaning in front of his nose, he took a deep breath.

The meridians throughout his body were instantly relieved, his limbs and limbs began to relax, his pores began to enlarge, and he greedily absorbed the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and he only felt very comfortable.

"Long Han?"

Cai Zhenzhong's eyes were slightly surprised, he looked at the young man in front of him, trying to see something?

But he's disappointed.

Long Han took the first cup of tea and swallowed it.

His eyes were full of enjoyment, and the breath of a ninth grade spiritual master permeated his body, greedily absorbing the spiritual power of the black flower tea.

“Is this really a coincidence?” Cai Zhenzhong knew very well that Xiongba Linghuang's real name was also Long Han, and the “Nineteen Style Folding Plum with Small Flower” was actually an alchemy technique created by Xiongba Linghuang himself.

“Tea is very tasty, how many times in life is it really rare?” Long Han took another second cup of tea, and sipped a little into his mouth, his eyes drunk.

The aura on Long Han's body had also risen to the peak of a ninth grade spiritual master.

In the sea of two energies, spiritual power rolled over, and the four spiritual veins greedily absorbed all spiritual power.