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Baiyun Gate, inside the wooden house.

The night breeze blew by, and the young man lying on the rocking chair had long hair like black jade behind his shoulders, which was blown a little disheveled.

At this moment, two bright moons reflected in the starry eyes under the sword eyebrows.

Cheng Buzheng, who was lying on the rocking chair, fell into deep thought at this moment.

"He is a cultivator in Qi training stage. What is the calculation worthy of the uncle in the foundation-building stage?"

"In terms of cultivation, he revealed that he was only the fifth level of Qi training, and he belonged to one of the masses.

If you want to help a Qi Refining Cultivator, as long as it is not too dangerous, no fellow disciple of Qi Refining Clan will refuse.

Even if you don’t have a reward, I believe there will be a large number of monks fighting for each other and help, as long as you sell your uncle, you can do it.

This is equivalent to having a backer in the sect. Even if someone wants to make a decision, he must consider whether it is worth offending an uncle in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

The sect is also equivalent to a small society, driven by interests, which makes the sect also complicated human relationships. It is not like the mortals imagined. Every immortal is dedicated to practicing and freely in the world.

If it is a dangerous task, he, a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi training stage, cannot help. There are many cultivators in the late stage of Qi training in the sect, even if they are at the peak of Qi training, there are many.

Moreover, he was sure that he had never met Mr. Jiang, so Mr. Jiang would never know his true cultivation.

What's more, even a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage would not notice his disguise without careful investigation.

As for alchemy, he is now just a first-level low-level alchemist. There are many such low-level alchemists in the sect.

What's more, Uncle Jiang must also know the alchemist, and even the second-level alchemist is familiar with it. Even his granddaughter is also a first-level top-level alchemist.

It is also the Baiyun Gate, Fairy Jiang, among the three fairy flowers, Jiang Siling, and Jiang Fugui's cousin and the granddaughter of Old Man Nan."

Cheng Buzheng lay in the rocking chair for a long time, motionless, and suddenly, two words appeared in his mind:

Fadan!

Dharma pills are a special method of alchemy. They can be refined as long as they are a monk.

But there is a high chance that the destructive and serious injury of the spiritual consciousness will stop at the moment, unless there is a spiritual pill to restore the spiritual consciousness, and such spiritual pills start at the second level.

The second-level spiritual pill that treats the injuries of the spiritual consciousness is so precious that most masters in the foundation-building stage do not have a single spiritual pill of this kind.

If an alchemist is a pill refining the magic pill, the success rate will be greatly improved, but almost no alchemist is willing to refine such magic pills.

The magic pill is similar to a disposable magic weapon, which refines a ball of extremely unstable essence into a compressed pill-like thing according to a specific refining method.

Perhaps, this is why Uncle Jiang did not let his granddaughter refine it. Even the second-level alchemist did not have an alchemist who was willing to refine the magic pills.

Perhaps this is why Uncle Jiang asked him for help, which not only improves the success rate of refining magic pills.

There is no need to find someone to refine magic pills and waste hard-won spiritual materials.

Cheng Buzheng believed in Uncle Jiang and had also found many alchemists. There was definitely no alchemist willing to refine it. Basically, all the alchemists in the sect were backed by.

Perhaps, Master Jiang then took his idea and hit him on the head.

"Even if he is the one who refines the magic pill, he is only 90% sure, and the remaining 10% has not been refined, so he can only leave it to fate."

Almost, after confirming his guess, Cheng Buzheng immediately stood up and prepared to go out to hide for a while. After Uncle Jiang found the scapegoat, he would come back.

He pushed open the door and just as he was about to turn around and close the door, he saw a figure flying from afar.

Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng showed bitterness on his face.

There is no need to cast magic, relying on magic weapons, you can fly by your physical body alone. This is a symbol of cultivation in the foundation-building stage.

At this time, except for Uncle Jiang, Cheng Buzheng would never think of anyone who could come here.

He didn't expect that Uncle Jiang was so impatient. He had been waiting for him to come to discuss in detail, but now he came here directly.

"It seems that he can't escape, which also means that Uncle Jiang has made up his mind and cannot tolerate him having room for regression."

Less tilt.

A thin uncle in a sect black robe slowly landed in front of his wooden house.

"But Xiaoyou Cheng?"

Uncle Jiang looked at Cheng Buzheng with a smile, but his tone was extremely certain and he said slowly:

"I am Jiang Fugui's second grandfather, I believe you have heard of it too!"

Cheng Buzheng wanted to answer this very much. He was not the so-called Cheng Xiaoyou, nor was Jiang Fugui's friend. He just wanted to sneak away.

But the trouble came, and he could no longer avoid it.

So, he was very attentive.

"Meet Uncle Jiang!"

Cheng Buzheng bowed his head and bowed, saying:

"I don't know that Uncle Jiang is visiting late at night, what's the point?"

At this time, Cheng Buzheng just wanted to pretend to be stupid and refuse the matter and ask this uncle to leave.

"There's a little bit."

Uncle Jiang saw Cheng Buzheng looking at his toes with his head down, and said:

"I heard that my friend has achieved success in alchemy, which is very gratifying. Unlike my husband's nephew, I have achieved nothing!"

Uncle Jiang was like an old man next door, chatting casually about family matters.

Which monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage are better to meet? At this time, they are just his gentle side. On the other side, Cheng Buzheng doesn't want to know, and dares not know.

"Uncle Master, please come inside!"

Cheng Buzheng reached out and took a gaze, then spoke:

"Uncle Master, you're joking. Senior Brother Jiang is now a sect. Not only has he helped many fellow disciples, he also earned a lot of spiritual stones."

Inside the wooden house.

“Ha~”

When Uncle Jiang heard the praise of Jiang Fugui, he seemed very happy and said:

"I heard that my friend needs a top-grade spirit bead. I wonder if this is the case?"

"Yes, Uncle Jiang!"

Cheng Buzheng poured wine for Uncle Jiang and said:

"I want to use this spiritual bead as a medicine to prove it."

"Uncle Master, please!"

He didn't care at all about why Cheng Buzheng wanted to use the top-grade spiritual beads as medicine, and what he wanted to prove. At present, he cared about one thing.

"Um!"

Uncle Jiang took the white jade wine cup that he had handed over without any scramble during the process, and drank it lightly, then slowly said:

"It just so happens that I have some spiritual beads here. As long as I refine a magic pill for me, I will give you three top-grade spiritual beads, how about it?"

Hearing words.

Cheng Buzheng paused and looked down at his toes, as if there was something interesting on the ground.

Seeing this, Master Jiang was not surprised. He had seen many alchemists who were unwilling to refine magic pills. After hearing this, most of them were silent.

But those alchemists have backers behind them, and he doesn't want to provoke them, so no one has refined his magic pills.

Mr. Jiang was not displeased with Cheng Buzheng's attitude, but he still had to give him the necessary attitude.
Chapter completed!