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"I said, our level of refining medicine in the underworld is very backward!" Nie Kong raised his voice slightly, and he explained his meaning more clearly.

"Okay! Very good!"

Zhan Feihong finally understood that he had heard it correctly. His face turned black for a moment. He forced himself to teach the little guy with a smile in front of him a lesson and sneered, "Little guy, you dare to say that, I must know a lot about refining the Nether Pill?"

"Sorry, so far, I know nothing!" Nie Kong smiled.

"Um?"

Zhan Feihong's face became even more gloomy, and his eyes were staring at Nie Kong coldly, as if he was a beast who chose someone to eat. "I have known that you would answer this long ago. I haven't even heard of "Minghuo". Can you understand what medicine is?"

As he said that, Zhan Feihong narrowed his eyes and leaned towards Nie Kong, and grinned: "Little guy, do you know the consequences of spending time with me?"

"This brother Nie Kong!"

Zhan Tianlun complained. This third uncle had a very bad temper. He had suffered countless hardships from him. Now Nie Kong has annoyed him. Although there is no danger, he was scolded hard and he would not be able to escape.

At this moment, Zhan Tianlun regretted it very much. Judging from the situation he had been with before, Nie Kong should be very smart. If he had known that he would suddenly become so reckless, he would not have taken him to the second floor just now!

But it’s too late to regret now. If Uncle San really takes action, he would have to show up to stop him. As long as he tells about Nie Kong’s first place in the Golden Arts, Uncle San would definitely let him go. But if that happens, he will be miserable!

In a second thought, Zhan Tianlun was about to cry without tears.

Just as Zhan Feihong was approaching with a grim smile and Zhan Tianlun was thinking wildly, Nie Kong smiled slightly and said, "Uncle San, it seems that your understanding ability is a bit problematic!"

"Dare you say that I have a problem with my understanding ability?"

Zhan Feihong was furious and his right claw fell on Nie Kong's shoulder like a hook.

Just when he was about to loosen his little guy who was so bold that he dared to "teach" him, Zhan Feihong found that there was no panic in Nie Kong's eyes. He immediately moved his heart and took back the force that rushed into his palm.

"Uncle San, do you remember what I said just now?" Nie Kong glanced at Zhan Feihong's right hand indifferently, still smiling.

“‘So far, I know nothing’?”

Zhan Feihong suppressed the anger in his chest and snorted, "Can you get a few tricks immediately after now?"

Nie Kong seemed not to feel the ridicule in Zhan Feihong's words, and said slowly: "If you have the chance, it is not impossible."

"What a big tone!"

Zhan Feihong could no longer help but laughed in anger, "I will give you a chance now, but I want to see how you can understand the secrets!"

"Then I'll thank you for Uncle San."

Nie Kong was secretly happy.

The main purpose of his anger Zhan Feihong, an old man who was so irritable that Zhan Tianlun was afraid of, was to be able to get in touch with knowledge about refining the underworld pill more quickly. Now he is finally going to get what he wants!

Zhan Feihong snorted coldly, without saying much at the moment, he grabbed Nie Kong's shoulder and lifted him into the room inside.

"It's miserable!"

Zhan Tianlun grabbed the moustache under his chin and muttered with a sad face.

Although he didn't know why Nie Kong "titled" his third uncle, he knew very well that once Nie Kong failed to satisfy his third uncle, the result would be very ugly. When Nie Kong's background was exposed, the ugly result would definitely be enjoyed by him alone.

In the blink of an eye, Zhan Tianlun followed the stairs to the upper floor of the second floor, and quietly looked inside with the door frame...

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The three young men were obviously quite afraid of Zhan Feihong, and they all stood beside each other with fear, not even dared to take a breath. They just watched Zhan Feihong grab Nie Kong with one hand and suddenly stood in front of the six bursting medicine cauldrons.

Then, Zhan Feihong raised his eyebrows and said, "Tell me, what kind of opportunity do you want? As long as it is related to the Ming Dan, I can satisfy you."

This old guy's methods are really rude!

Nie Kong secretly complained, but since he deliberately angered him into this shape, it was no wonder that he was rough. He moved his lower limbs slightly, and Nie Kong said calmly: "First of all, I need some introductory information for the Nether Alchemy Master!"

"Take me my notes!"

Zhan Feihong waved his hand to a young man beside him and said coldly.

"yes."

As if he listened to the imperial edict, the young man quickly walked to the edge of this area and quickly searched in a small wooden cabinet there. After a moment, he had already walked back with a thick booklet and carefully handed it to Zhan Feihong.

Zhan Feihong shook the book in his hand: "I have been learning to refine the Nether Pill since I was sixteen, and it has been fifty years since now. Not only did I learn from my master, but I also had the experience I have accumulated by myself, so I will lend it to you for now." After that, Zhan Feihong swung his right hand and the book flew towards Nie Kong.

"Thank you."

Nie Kong was overjoyed. The thickness of this book was at least more than half a foot. If the old man hadn't lie, all the knowledge he needed would be found from it. After taking the book into his hand, Nie Kong couldn't wait to read it.

Seeing this, Zhan Feihong showed a mocking smile on his face.

This note was his lifelong effort. He always regarded it as a treasure. Even the three apprentices next to him did not dare to touch it without his permission. Now, Zhan Feihong lent him to Nie Kong, not because he suddenly became generous, but because he didn't believe it at all. A guy who didn't even know about Nether Fire could tell what kind of reputation he had in the notes!

After Nie Kong was allowed to flip for a while, Zhan Feihong suddenly snorted and said, "Little guy, since there is first, there must be second?" Since he was ridiculed by Nie Kong just now, Zhan Feihong has become quite careful when he speaks, afraid that there will be some trap hidden in this guy's words, so that he can jump in without any notice.

"good."

Nie Kong raised his notes and said with a smile, "Secondly, I want ten low-level dark pills. At the same time, these ten dark pills need different types."

"Low-level Nether Pill?"

Zhan Feihong stared at Nie Kong for a moment, then waved to the young disciples, "Give it to him!"

"yes."

After a young disciple agreed, he quickly left the room. A few minutes later, he returned to the upper floor of the second floor, holding a small wooden plate in his hand, with ten dark pills on it, which swirled in the plate as he moved.

Seeing that the young disciple handed the wooden plate directly, Nie Kong took it without hesitation.

In the spiritual god acupoint, the little guy seemed to notice that Nie Kong had obtained the Nether Pill. He was so excited that his stems, leaves and roots danced wildly. The "Ahhhhh" screams also followed one after another, as if urging Nie Kong to take the Nether Pill quickly.

After sniffing the fragrance of medicine emitted by the Nether Pill a few times, Nie Kong smiled again and said, "Third, I also want the formula of these ten Nether Pills and one serving of the medicine for refining these ten Nether Pills. I think Uncle San wouldn't be stingy, right?"

"Um?"

Hearing Nie Kong's request, Zhan Feihong's eyes immediately stood up.

The Nether Pill has only two thousand years of history in the Netherworld. Therefore, the formula of the Nether Pill is rare. In any sect with the ability to refine medicine, the Nether Pill formula is treasured, and even if it is just a low-level Nether Pill formula, it is no exception.

Although Nie Kong is also a disciple of the War Clan, he is a foreign surname after all. The recipe for the Ming Dan is so precious that even people with the bloodline of the War Clan do not know how could they tell a foreign surname disciple. So, as soon as Nie Kong said something, Zhan Feihong subconsciously wanted to refuse.

Seeing Zhan Feihong's expression, Nie Kong smiled and said, "Uncle San is afraid that I will leak the formula of the Ming Dan? I don't even have the confidence to protect several low-level Ming Dan formulas. It seems that Uncle San's courage is really hard to compliment."

Zhan Feihong was choked to death by Nie Kong, and his face turned red in an instant. After a while, he waved his hand and said with gritted teeth: "Give it to him!"

"yes!"

So, not long after, Nie Kong had ten thin sheets of paper in his hand.

"fourth……"

Nie Kong deliberately lengthened his tone.

Zhan Feihong frowned unconsciously. If this little guy made a request to make him embarrassed, it would be difficult. He blamed him for saying "As long as it is related to the Ming Dan, I can satisfy you."

At this moment, Nie Kong suddenly smiled strangely and said, "Fourth, I haven't thought about it yet, Uncle San, let me tell you after I have thought about it."

"snort!"

Zhan Feihong snorted in his nose, but he felt relieved. He was angry, but if the fourth point proposed by Nie Kong was really related to the Ming Dan, he still had to agree. Otherwise, wouldn't it mean that he was untrustworthy?

"Oh my!"

Inside the Lingshen acupoint, the little guy was so anxious that he circled around the acupoint inside.

Nie Kong had no choice but to pick up a dark pill, throw it into his mouth, and swallowed it whole. The little guy seemed to see a hungry wolf with fat meat. He cheered "ah ah ah" and rushed out of his calves at the same time.

"you……"

Seeing Nie Kong's actions, Zhan Feihong felt a twitching in his heart. Although the ten Nether Pills here are not of the best quality, they are pretty good. They were actually eaten casually by Nie Kong, which is really a waste of resources!

But Nie Kong's speed was too fast, so Zhan Feihong had no time to stop him. As soon as a note burst out from his mouth, the Nether Pill had already slid across Nie Kong's throat.

"This little bastard!" Zhan Feihong stared at Nie Kong with his eyes tightly, and rushed up in anger.

"Uncle San, if you have something to do, go busy. I'll take a look here first." As if he noticed Zhan Feihong's anger, Nie Kong suddenly raised a smile, then put down the recipe and the dark pill, and read Zhan Feihong's notes.

"Busy? What I have to be busy with is to see how you little bastard can understand your secrets!"

Zhan Feihong cursed in a grim voice, staring at Nie Kong with a fierce look. The anger in his chest was suppressed and pressed. He wanted to see what this brave little guy wanted to do after he asked for notes, and the recipe for the Ming Dan!

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Chapter completed!