Chapter 50 Ghost

As soon as this word came out, Yang Fan was puzzled. How could there be few alchemists? It was really ridiculous, but Chen Jintao's subsequent words made him solve the puzzle.

The Yingui religion is divided into three peaks, but the cultivation resources in the hands of Sanfeng's ancestors are unified in the hands of Shangguan Yun. The distribution of spiritual stones and the supply of elixir are arranged by the master, and even the alchemists at each peak must be assigned to the command of the master. Chen Jintao was not very clear about why this was the case, and the three ancestors had no objection, and all of them were silent.

In this way, there are many disciples under each peak, and the elixirs are limited, which indirectly causes a tense situation of elixirs. There are more monks and less porridge, and there are only two alchemists left in each peak. Ten years ago, Guiwangfeng's alchemist's longevity was exhausted, and Guiwangfeng's ghost superiors also allowed him to return to his hometown to sit down. As a result, there are many elixirs planted by Guiwangfeng, but no one has refined them.

Chen Jintao's master of foundation can't just be alchemy without practice. In addition, he is the only one in the alchemy hall who can refine elixirs and cultivate several disciples, all of whom have no talent, which is a headache.

The ghost master also reported this to the leader and asked for the return of an alchemy disciple. However, the other party replied that the overall situation was more important and asked him to arrange it by himself, and the disciple could not return it to him. After receiving such a reply, Lao Zu was furious after returning to the peak and destroyed all the caves. He didn't say a word for more than a month. His face was gloomy and scary. Everyone looked at it and hid far away and did not dare to approach half.

After listening to the story, Yang Fan understood the context of the matter. No wonder when the handyman disciple heard the question, he knew that he was not a teacher and refused to tell the truth. That's what it was like. But Shangguan Yun is just a foundation-building monk, with a title of teaching, and can actually suppress the three golden elixir strongmen. It has to be impressive. There must be something strange in it.

He has just joined the school, and the relationship in the teaching has to be slowly straightened out. He can't ask everything clearly. If others have ulterior motives, they will give him a collusion with a foreign teacher and inquire about the false accusation, but it is very unfair.

Chen Jintao looked happy and returned his things to him intact. He smiled and said, "Kid, your appearance is bound to improve the situation of our ghost Wang Feng. But for now, you have to go somewhere with me.

Yang Fan was stunned and said puzzled, "Senior, I don't know where to go?"

Chen Jintao said with a smile, "When you get to the place, you will know. Don't worry so much. Our ghost religion is not a dragon pool and tiger cave.

Yang Fan was worried and had the idea of turning around and running. He knew that he could never escape. Uncle Chen beside him was a middle-level master of building the foundation. There was not much difference between grabbing himself and catching chickens. In addition, at present, I have not revealed my flaws, and obviously have a high value. I am not in a hurry to be abious. How can I harm it?

After comforting myself, my mood calmed down.

Ghost King Peak is very large, surrounded by large and small mountains, and dozens of miles of land boundaries, all belong to the territory of Ghost King Peak.

Not long after the two flew, they came to a strange peak with strong aura.

Yang Fan looked around. As soon as he entered the strange peak, his strange energy was a little higher than the outside world, and he was terrify. It took a lot of spiritual arrays to find out who had such a big hand.

However, he soon understood who Master Chen brought him to meet.

A huge consciousness swept over Yang Fan's body and received it at a touch. If it hadn't been for the transformation of the red gold flame, I'm afraid he wouldn't have paid much attention to it. With the ability to have a fast divine consciousness and such a strong aura, no one can do it on Ghost King Peak except the ghost superiors.

Chen Jintao led Yang Fan to the outside of the cave and whispered, "Be careful to answer later. Don't talk nonsense, otherwise I can't save you."

Yang Fan nodded and followed him closely.

The cave of the ghost is very spacious and bright, illuminated by a pearl a few meters apart, and it has also been carefully decorated. Under the background of some exquisite ornaments, it looks unique. At the same time, it also sets off the extraordinary of the ancestors of Jindan. At least the foundation-building monks will not focus on these things.

Chen Jintao led Yang Fan into the cave not far away and came to the main hall. A 50-year-old man sitting on the main seat of the hall is closing his eyes to refresh his mind. Judging from his appearance and age, it is impossible to find that he has cultivated in the Jindan period. If he meets him in the secular world, he is at most just a rich man.

"Disciple Chen Jintao, take Qin Bo to visit the master." Chen Jintao bowed and said.

Yang Fan also said respectfully, "Disciple Qin Bo, visit your ancestors."

The ghost still remained motionless and said, "Get up and reply."

"Thank you, Master (Ancestor)."

At this time, Yang Fan raised his head to look at the appearance of his ancestors. Suddenly, the other party's eyes showed a light, shining directly on Yang Fan's pupils, like a mirror reflected by sunlight.

Yang Fan was caught off guard and trembled all over, and he could not be turbulent. My mind was in chaos, my thoughts became muddle-headed, and I forgot everything for a moment.

"What's your name?" A very magnetic voice asked softly, and the voice and tone were very comfortable, as if it were as warm as the sunshine in spring.

Yang Fan was about to answer when there was a sudden heat in his brain. The fire of origin suddenly started, and there was a tingling pain in his skull, and he slowly recovered. In an instant, he realized that it was the ghost who was casting spells to read out his origin. It doesn't matter much to calm down and take care of the original fire.

Still pretended to be confused and replied, "My name is Qin Bo."

"Why did you go to the Yin Ghost Religion? It is a gathering place for evil sects. Isn't it better to go to the famous sects of the Royal Beast Sect and Qingzhu Valley to join the mountain?"

Yang Fan sneered, "Famous families are decent. Those are just tricks to fool children, and the things they do behind their back are more than those of evil spirits."

"Then what's your purpose in the ghost religion? You have to do everything before you have a desire."

Yang Fan blurted out: "Alchemy, get elixirs, become stronger!"

"You are very good at alchemy. Why have you never heard of Qin Bo's name?"

Yang Fan said, "I opened an elixir shop with my sister-in-law in Muyang City, called Lingdan Hall. Usually, he is alchemy in the shop and does not show his face. He is afraid of attracting the jealousy of people with intentions.

What he said is the truth. Even if he investigates afterwards, he can only find the names of Danling Hall, Qin Fan and Qin Linger. When he left Muyang City, he asked Qin Linger to leave Muyang City as soon as possible, find another place to practice, and enter the foundation-building period early.

When he answered these words, his mind cleared up and his mind instantly returned to normal.

Yang Fan looked at the ghost shangren and Chen Jintao, as if he wanted to find the answer.

The ghost Shangren opened his eyes and said expressionlessly, "Qin Bo, would you like to enter the throne of the ghost king?"

Yang Fan knew that he had passed the test and was secretly happy. He said respectfully, "I want to report back to my ancestors. Disciple Qin Bo is very willing."

"Well, it seems that your ability is not shallow. In the future, you will stay in the alchemy hall and follow Jin Tao to do things well. Most of you will refine elixir for this peak."

"Disciples obey."

The ghost's eyes were together and said, "Go back."

"Disciples leave." The two bowed and slowly withdrew from the hall.

At this time, Chen Jintao's voice came from the ghost: "Sent someone to Muyang City to investigate the news of Lingdan Hall. As soon as there is a situation, I will report it immediately."

Chen Jintao also said, "Yes."

A foundation-building period and a Jindan period passed on, and Yang Fan naturally had no sense of it.

When the two returned to the alchemy hall, Yang Fan still had lingering fear in his heart. When he saw the strong man of Jindan for the first time, he said that he was neither excited or frightened, which was a lie. Fortunately, with the help of the fire of the source, you can break the magic of the ancestors, otherwise there will be half of your life if you don't die today.

When Chen Jintao saw that he looked bad, he smiled and said, "Qin Bo, you are very good. It seems that the master appreciates your ability very much."

Yang Fan said, "It's all the seniors' recommendation and meritorious service, and the younger generation will never forget it."

"Haha, it seems that you are a big helper. Since today, you have been a member of the ghost Wang Feng and the deputy head of the alchemy hall. Chen Jintao said with a smile.

Yang Fan was shocked and hurriedly said, "Seniors are not allowed. The time for juniors to enter the school is still short. I'm afraid they can't be the vice principal of the Alchemy Hall so soon. Moreover, after the brothers of the same family knew about it, they were afraid that criticism would come out.

This is what is in his heart, and there is no intention to shirk. The vice-master seems to be majestic, but if it causes trouble, it's better to be an ordinary alchemist.

Chen Jintao snorted coldly, "I want to see who dares to be presumptuous. I even dare to chew my tongue in the alchemy hall. I'm impatient!"

"You don't have to worry too much. The alchemist in the alchemy hall is just you and me. You are the deputy master, which is just a name. Besides, the disciples in the door are not in a hurry to abace you. How can they discuss right and wrong? Don't they want to have a few more elixir every year?

Only then did Yang Fan come to his senses. It seemed that he was still not used to being an alchemist in the sect. Thinking of the alchemy disciples in Maple Leaf Valley, he could know one or two. At present, he is still a master of alchemy, and the water is stable above the master. As long as he is usually low-key, I'm afraid no one dares to find it.