"I will leave the words today..." Wang Chengyun snorted, and said without any doubt: "Don't say that you, Di Zhengrong, even if the Supreme Elder comes back to life, our Yuhua Sect will not agree to him, and there is another elder."

My dad can't do it either?

Are you not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue?

Di Zhengrong sneered a few times, and did not argue with him. He just looked at Cao Qingyang and said lightly, "The person I have won back is the alchemist."

"Even if he is a pill..." Wang Chengyun, who had not yet spoken the word "Master", had originally wanted to sarcastically and his sneer on his face froze, and his words stopped abruptly. He widened his eyes and looked at Di Zhengrong. Not only him, but other elders in the hall, including Cao Qingyang, were confused and dull at this moment, and even looked at Di Zhengrong with a hint of shock.

Noisy hall.

It became quiet in an instant!

Even if you could hear each other's heartbeat, you would be a little unbelievable. Even in Chang'an City, a rare creature like the "Alchemy Master" is extremely rare. Even a giant like Qingyun Valley cannot find the alchemy master, but one of them was brought back from outside by Di Zhengrong, a Nascent Soul cultivator. How can you not shock them?

"Elder Zheng... Elder Rong, is he really an alchemist?" Cao Qingyang swallowed his saliva with a 'gulp', endured his excitement, and asked with a burning look at Di Zhengrong with a trembling voice.

A alchemist!

For sects like them, it is too important. Even if the other party’s grade is not high and cannot be given up to the tribulation cultivator and crossing the threshold of immortals, it cannot be ignored. Especially for sects like Yuhua Sect that are about to undergo a thousand-year assessment, if they cannot pass, they will be reduced to the seventh grade and have less resources. It will be even more difficult for disciples to support these elders.

The principle of survival of the fittest is undoubtedly revealed.

In the Shengtang, almost none of the sects that suffered from the sub-grade grades could stand up again and would only be destroyed by the crowd. However, it would be different with the help of alchemists. Although the resources were reduced, the ability of the alchemists was to use resources. The same spiritual medicine could be chewed and swallowed directly and only three successful effects. Let the alchemists refine it into pills, which can exert more than 90%, and one spiritual medicine would be used as three plants. What are you afraid of?

"Hmph, if the sect leader doesn't believe it, you can ask Yuheng, she knows best." Di Zhengrong curled his lips and said.

"Heng'er, is she back?" Cao Qingyang was stunned for a moment, looking at Di Zhengrong and said in surprise.

"It's outside." Di Zhengrong nodded.

"Then...what are you waiting for? Call them all in quickly." Cao Qingyang said calmly.

“…”

Seeing Di Zhengrong holding a wine pot, turning around and walking out, the middle-aged man standing beside Wang Chengyun, his brows also frowned into the word "chuan". He looked outside the hall, pursed his lips and sent a voice in a voice, saying, "Father...Dear, this old guy from the Di family really wants to win over an alchemist from outside, and it will be even more difficult for us to seize the token of the Supreme Elder in his hand."

"What's the matter?" Wang Chengyun glanced at him, sneered, and said, "Even if the people he has won back are really alchemists. It's not that easy to sit in the position of elders of our Yuhua Sect. My Wang Chengyun's son cannot sit in that position, so no one else can think of it."

Middle-aged people are still a little worried!
Chapter completed!