The tiger-shaped masked man just struggled for a few short breaths, and the calm in the bamboo forest returned to his senses again. A white dragon three or four feet tall burped and pleased You next to Qiao Yu's shirt.

"You guy, you spent so many spiritual creatures on you, but you are still only a fourth-level monster. It's really useless!" Qiao Yushan patted Yin Jiao's head, said unhappyly, and then raised his hand to put it into the spirit beast bag.

Standing there and thinking for a while, Qiao Yushan looked towards Dan Peak, with a strange look on her face. She had a little bad memory recently. If she hadn't found out the detailed work of Yin Si, she would have almost forgotten that her good junior brother seemed to have offended an old demon in Middle Earth.

"It's really a problem. Before going to the secret realm, each sect told him not to bully the female cultivator. He was disobedient and didn't know what he did to others. He has not given up for a hundred years and is still active in the sect! But you are lucky. You have been away from the sect for more than a hundred years and have escaped the limelight. At that time, the psychic sword body of the Wanjian Sect was also protected by the Nascent Soul stage, but it was still bombarded into a scum. Even the Supreme Elder in the sect was destroyed." Qiao Yushan muttered and walked straight outside the bamboo forest.

The matter is not over yet, so the boy's return cannot be concealed. There is another masterpiece called Yin Yi in the sect. It must be found out as soon as possible, otherwise the old demon from Middle Earth would be attracted, and the Xingxing Sect might not be able to protect the boy.

After all, there is only one Nascent Soul Stage in the Xingxing Sect, and there were three a hundred years ago. With the help of the sect protection formation, the old demon could not get in. Now even if Xie Lingyun is in the sect and opens the sect protection formation, it will probably not be able to waste the old demon. Furthermore, the Demon Sect and the Star Sect have completely broken up. If the Old Demon in the Middle Earth attacks, the Demon Sect will definitely take the lead, which is a bit difficult to solve.

Time flies, and before I know it, half a year has passed. These days, other places in the Shengxing Sect are still as usual, and there is no big deal. Each disciple performs his own duties, but there is a mess in the Dan Pavilion, and it is almost infuriating.

Behind the Dan Pavilion Hall, dozens of alchemists gathered together to guard the mission list, staring at the mission list, waiting for an additional line of lit tasks on the mission list to allow them to collect them.

"There is a pill mission!" Someone shouted, and the alchemists all moved their gaze to the top. Sure enough, there were two lines of text light up there.

"Nuo Ru Dan, Tongjiao San, go and get it quickly!" The alchemists rushed to the place where the side hall received the task, for fear that it would be too late and the task would be taken away by others.

There are too many monks and few meats, and there are only two tasks on the list, but there are dozens of alchemists present. Most of them have to come for nothing, or continue to guard the alchemist list, waiting for the next task that will be there at some time.

The alchemist who had not received the mission returned to the front of the alchemy list angrily, his face was all bad, and he complained, and he was yelling to give an explanation in the cabinet why the tasks on the mission list were gone.

In a palace on the side of the Dan Pavilion, the weak spirit played with a elixir with one hand, with little joy and anger on his face. He glanced at a early-stage cultivator kneeling below and said lightly: "Tell me, this pavilion used to worry about how much missions accumulated on the mission list. The alchemists were forced to take too many elixirs that they were not sure about. I really didn't expect that one day, the alchemist would have no entries to take! I haven't returned to the Dan Pavilion for half a year, and there was a quarrel below, and they were shouting for me to give an explanation. Then you explain to me first, why the mission suddenly disappeared, who received it, and which one received the most?"

The kneeling monk in the early stage of foundation building looked familiar. If Han Ming were here, he would definitely recognize him at a glance. This man was the alchemist who managed herbs and handed over the tasks. It was the monk in the early stage of foundation building who had issued seven or eight hundred tasks to him under pressure.

"Report to the Lord of the Pavilion, these tasks were mainly led by Deputy Pavilion Master Han. There was no limit on receiving tasks in the Pavilion. The subordinates had no choice but to send the tasks to Deputy Pavilion Master Han." The monk named Huang said in a panic.

"Is it him? He has received so much by himself?" Wuling heard this and stared at the monk named Huang below, then said in a deep voice: "What is he doing to receive so many tasks? I want to create a shortage of tasks, and then resell it to other alchemists to earn spirit stones?"

"No, no, Deputy Pavilion Master Han wants to refine the alchemy himself. He is now in the Earth Fire Room with Tianzi, and should be refining the alchemy!" Seeing that the weak spirit had a bad tone, Huang immediately explained, for fear that the weak spirit would take his anger on him.

"He wants to refine alchemy? This is simply ridiculous!" Wu Ling raised his eyebrows and slapped the ancient books in his hand on the table, and then said with a cold face: "He is not an alchemist, how can you refine alchemy? How can you issue an alchemy task to him casually? Could it be because he is the deputy pavilion master? You dare to help him violate the rules in the pavilion. This rule was personally decided by the previous pavilion master. No one can violate it. You don't want to live!"

The weak spirit was so angry that the cultivator surnamed Huang was shocked and hurriedly lay on the ground and explained quickly: "Report to the Pavilion Master, Deputy Pavilion Master Han is an alchemist. He obtained the qualification of an alchemy master in the Pavilion. Later, he went to his subordinates to collect tasks. Otherwise, the subordinates would never have issued tasks! Moreover, at that time, he felt something was wrong. He once wanted to report to the Pavilion Master, but outside the Pavilion Master, all the masters had something to do. The position of Deputy Pavilion Master Han was the largest in the Pavilion Master, so his subordinates had to bite the bullet and promulgate them to Deputy Pavilion Master Han!"

When Wuling heard this, he was stunned at first, but then he thought of something, and his anger on his face became stronger: "He is of the level of an alchemy master? He is also recognized by the cabinet? Who gave him certification? Could it be that he was relieved by his deputy cabinet master's identity?"

The cultivator surnamed Huang shook his head repeatedly and quickly added: "The Pavilion Master misunderstood. Deputy Pavilion Master Han did have completed the alchemy task normally. A furnace of Chao Chundan produced thirteen pills, all of which were top-grade. I knew that the Pavilion Master might have doubts, so I specially asked for the pills refined by Deputy Pavilion Master Han, and kept them with me, ready to check for the Pavilion Master at any time!" After saying that, the cultivator surnamed Huang raised his hand and released a small jade bottle, which floated towards the weak spirit.

"Thirteen pills?" Wuling frowned and then took the pill, pulled out the bottle plug and sniffed it gently, and then put it down. This was indeed Chao Chundan, and it was indeed the best grade. After thinking for a while, he spoke solemnly: "You are serious about this? You really have thirteen pills, each of them is the best grade?"

"I dare not deceive at all, it's true!" The monk surnamed Huang nodded like a pound of garlic.

"A furnace of thirteen pills is all top-grade. This level is very powerful. Some masters in the sect can't do it. Could it be that this junior brother Han is hidden and is actually an alchemist?" Wuling played with the pills in the small jade bottle and said to himself.

"In this way, you have to send these tasks, and you can't blame you. But when you issued the tasks, you didn't expect to be as good as you are today? You didn't persuade this Deputy Pavilion Master Han to have nearly a thousand pieces of pills. Even if he is a master of alchemy, even if he can try to refine it, but it takes a lot of effort to study the pill recipe to become a pill. In less than ten years, can he successfully refine these thousand pieces of pills?" Wuling gently tapped his slender five fingers and glanced at the monk named Huang below. The anger on his face faded a lot.

"My subordinates also want to persuade Deputy Pavilion Master Han, but except for the first time when he met his subordinate, the next one was his disciple who was ordered to collect the pills. The subordinates could not see the deputy Pavilion Master himself at all! Moreover, Deputy Pavilion Master Han himself had also considered the cloth situation of the tasks in the sect. He received all tasks after half a month of cloth. He only received seven or eight hundred tasks, and left the other ones for other alchemists in the cabinet. But later, the other alchemists thought something was wrong and thought that something had happened in the cabinet, so they started to rob and snatch all the tasks, which made this situation come true!" The monk surnamed Huang raised his head slightly, defended Han Ming a little, and at the same time he also waived his crime.

"According to you, Deputy Pavilion Master Han is not at fault. The real situation of attracting the situation where there is no pill to refine the situation now is the alchemist who snatched the mission later?" said a strange and eccentric.

The monk surnamed Huang hesitated for a while, did not reply, but just kept his head down, which was a default.

"Okay, I know the whole story, but these are all born. What we really should do now is how to solve this problem. Let's go with me to find this Deputy Pavilion Master Han and ask him to return the task. It's useless to steal so many of them by himself!" The weakling no longer made things difficult for the monk named Huang. He put his sleeves on and walked straight outside.

The monk named Huang on the ground quickly stood up, followed Wuling respectfully, and followed a stone staircase toward the underground fire room of the Dan Peak. Soon after, he arrived at the Earth Fire Room No. 3 in Tianzi, and saw Zhu Lingqin sitting on an animal skin meditating.

Han Ming needed to concentrate on refining elixirs. Those little servants were a little uncomfortable, so they called Zhu Lingqin with a note, used as an errand to get the pills and look at the door.

Zhu Lingqin was very eye-catching. Although she was practicing with Chun'er, the powerful Zangyou Peak Master, she still had a sense of awe for the high-level monks. When she saw Wuling and the monk named Huang coming up, she immediately opened her eyes.

"I have met Mr. Huang and this senior. I wonder why the two of you are here to find a master!" Zhu Lingqin bowed slightly and spoke politely.

"Nephew Zhu, this is the Lord of the Pavilion, I haven't seen it yet!" The monk surnamed Huang reminded him.

"I have seen the Pavilion Master. I want to find a family teacher now? Please wait a moment, and my nephew will send a message to inform the family teacher!" Zhu Lingqin bowed again, and then typed a musical notes.

Wuling thought that Han Ming would come out immediately after he learned that she was coming. Even if he was refining the pill, he would end the pill refining as soon as possible and would not let her wait too long, but unexpectedly, he had not seen anyone come out after waiting for a long time.

After seven or eight hours, Wuling was a little angry when he saw that Han Ming was still not coming out. He waved his sleeves and coldly ordered the monk named Huang next to him: "You are here to guard him. When he comes out, let him come to see me!"

Then Wuling snorted coldly and was about to walk outside, but at this moment, the stone door of the Earth Fire Room No. 2 of Tianzi was pushed open, and two monks, a man and a woman, walked out of the inside and happened to see Wuling.

"People, why are you here to find me and my wife?" The man-skinned cultivator called Wuling.

The beautiful female cultivator in blue smiled gently and nodded at the weak spirit.

"So they are the two elders of Fire Dan Shuiyue. You are refining elixirs in the Earth Fire Room!" The weak spirit turned his head and spoke in surprise.

"My husband and I joined forces to refine a furnace of Tsinghua pills, preparing to help break through the bottleneck, and then came out of seclusion." The cultivator in blue smiled and nodded, then said with some confusion: "The Lord of the Pavilion is not waiting for me here. Is there any other master who is refining alchemy in the Earth Fire Room?"

Wuling shook his head and said with a hint of annoyance: "No, it's a deputy pavilion master from the cabinet. He is refining elixirs inside. I'm asking him for some trivial matters! Forget it, let's not mention him anymore. The two elders, the cabinet has had some small doubts about alchemy recently, but I don't know if I can communicate!"

"It's natural to communicate. The Pavilion Master's alchemy is superb, so I and my wife are willing!" The male cultivator, who was called Fire Pill, nodded with a smile, and then made a call, "That's it, please."

The weak spirit nodded and was about to raise his foot to walk towards the stone staircase not far away. But at this moment, the stone door of the Tianzi Dihuo Room was pushed open, and Han Ming, wearing a green robe, walked out slowly from inside, with a smile on his lips.
Chapter completed!