Time is slow and fast.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Fan has been to the Medicine God Island for half a year.

In the past six months, he included all the medicine scores of the Medicine God Island into the nanowatches, including those of the fifth and sixth grade spiritual medicine scores - only the seventh grade medicine scores. Because they only exist in the Medicine God Hall, Zhang Fan has not seen them until now.

Zhang Fan has already refined all the fourth-grade spiritual medicines and fifth-grade spiritual medicines.

On this day, the butler asked someone to find Zhang Fan who was refining medicine.

He said straight to the point: "Zhang Fan, it has been half a year since you came to the Medicine God Island. I think it's time to try it in the Medicine God Hall."

"Medicine God Hall?" Zhang Fan was a little surprised, "Didn't it be stipulated that three years?"

The butler smiled as usual, shook his head, and said, "In fact, three years are stipulated to make the newcomers more proficient in the basic knowledge of refining medicines. After that, even if they are recognized by the Medicine God Consciousness of Medicine God, they will continue to stay here to study until they have refined all the fourth and fifth grade spiritual medicines.

"But after these days of observation, I found that you have been able to refine all known fourth-grade spiritual medicines and fifth-grade spiritual medicines, and they can also refine the best. This has reached the level of "graduating". Now when you go to the Medicine God Hall, you are very likely to be recognized by the Medicine God."

When Zhang Fan heard this, he felt happy.

Why doesn’t he want to go to the Medicine God Hall early?

Because in the Medicine God Hall, there is the medicine recipe for the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill that he had been thinking about day and night.

With the medicine recipe, he can only find someone to help him refine the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill.

"So when can I go?"

Zhang Fan asked urgently.

"If you're ready, go now."

When Zhang Fan heard this, he was overjoyed: "That's great!"

The butler smiled and nodded, took Zhang Fan out of the room.

Along the way, those people heard that Zhang Fan was going to enter the Medicine God Hall today, and they were all excited and followed them one by one.

After all, Zhang Fan is the only person who is most likely to be recognized by the God of Medicine in so many years.

As they got closer and closer to the Medicine God Hall, more and more people followed him.

They all put down their work and came to witness this historic moment.

A few minutes later, Zhang Fan followed the butler to the largest building.

On the plaque in front of the building door, there are three big characters engraved in seal script: Yaoshen Hall.

The butler opened the door without any hesitation and said to Zhang Fan: "Come in with me."

Zhang Fan immediately followed the butler into the Medicine God Hall.

At the same time, there were several high-level buildings on the Medicine God Island.

The rest of the people can only wait outside.

After entering the Medicine God Hall, Zhang Fan looked around and found that the furnishings in the Medicine God Hall were very simple.

There is a statue in the center, which looks like a fairy-like figure.

Naturally, this is the God of Medicine.

On the surrounding walls, medicine recipes are hung.

Zhang Fan took a random look and found that it was basically the sixth level, seventh level or even eighth level medicine score.

However, there is no level 9 drug spectrum.

Zhang Fan can understand this, because it is said that the Medicine God was only a level 8 alchemist in the end and did not reach level 9.

Not only the Medicine God, but even in the history of the entire continent, no one has reached level nine.

Because if you want to become a level nine alchemist, you must become a level nine martial saint.

Just imagine, if you want to become a martial saint, you need to be very talented and spend a lot of time and energy on your cultivation.

To become a level nine martial saint, you need more genius, more time and energy.

To become a level nine alchemist, you need more energy and time than a level nine martial saint.

Even if a person can achieve a level nine martial saint, there will be very little time left, and it is impossible for him to make any achievements in medicine refining.

So throughout history, the most genius alchemists can only reach level eight in the end.

The butler said to Zhang Fan: "Work three times in front of the statue of the Medicine God, and his thoughts will appear. Whether he can get the recognition of his elders depends on your luck. Only those who have received his recognition are qualified to read these medicine recipes."

Zhang Fan nodded, came to the statue, knelt on the ground, and bowed down.

After three bows, he raised his head.

At this moment, a faint white shadow emerged from the statue.

This man was dressed in white, with white hair and white beards, and his fairy-like style.

It looks like a real god.

He looked down at Zhang Fan from a high place, and there was no emotion among the gods.

The butler next to him and several senior executives were sweating in their hands.

They have seen this scene many times in the past few hundred years.

But in the end, no one could be recognized by the God of Medicine.

I don’t know what Zhang Fan’s result is today.

Zhang Fan was a little confused.

The medicine god's intention was just looking at himself, without saying anything, without any expression. What was he doing?

Just when Zhang Fan was confused, the Medicine God who looked down at him condescendingly suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked in disbelief: "Are you the chosen son of God?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the others around looked at Zhang Fan in surprise.

They had also heard the rumor that Zhang Fan was the chosen son of God before, but they all thought it was just made up by the Changsheng Sect.

Unexpectedly, it was real.

Zhang Fan nodded: "Yes."

As soon as this said, the Medicine God's thoughts were suddenly panicked, and fell directly from the air to the ground, saying to Zhang Fan: "Get up quickly, get up quickly..."

Everyone around was stunned.

Even if Zhang Fan is the chosen son of God, you don’t have to be so panic, right?

Anyway, you are also a medicine god. Can you pay attention to your image?

Zhang Fan was also a little confused.

Even if I am the chosen son of God, there is no need for the Medicine God to do this, right?

This makes me feel a little helpless.

As the medicine god said, he stood up.

The Medicine God continued to look at Zhang Fan, his eyes lit up: "I have refined the Netherworld Ghost Fire and absorbed the Chaos Yuan Fire. I am worthy of being the son of the God-Choose. It seems that you are the first person in the fairy world who is most likely to absorb the three great divine fires."

"Uh..." Zhang Fan said, "But it is almost impossible to refine or absorb the thunder and earth fire."

"It's impossible for others, but don't forget that you are the chosen son of God."

Medicine God.

Zhang Fan nodded, saying nothing.

Since I am all chosen sons of God, then the Medicine God accepts himself as his disciple, wouldn’t that be a natural thing?

The other senior executives next to them were also secretly happy.

Since Zhang Fan is already the chosen son of God, the Medicine God will definitely accept Zhang Fan as his apprentice.

This will be the only alchemist who has become a disciple of the Medicine God in the past thousands of years.

At this time, I heard the Medicine God say, "But I can't accept you as a disciple."

"Well……"
Chapter completed!