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Zhou Zhenyu raised his eyebrows and said with some embarrassment: "Fellow Daoist Feng wants to ask Junior Brother Yang to make pills for you? Junior Brother Yang's pill-making skills are recognized as the best in our sect, but he has a strange temper and will not easily make pills for others. How about I ask other brothers in our sect to make pills for you? "

"Hehe, the pills I want to make are probably difficult for other alchemists to make except for Fellow Daoist Yang of your sect. If Elder Yang of your sect is unwilling to help, Fellow Daoist Zhou can forget about asking Junior Brother Zhao for help." Feng Wentian laughed with an indifferent expression.

Zhou Zhenyu's face was uncertain for a while, and he asked: "I wonder what kind of elixir you want Brother Yang to help you refine. If the materials are too few, it may be difficult to refine it."

"Zhiyang Pill, the materials are indeed not much, only three. Elder Yang of your sect has refined Zhiyang Pill. With his alchemy level, he should be able to refine it. I am not greedy, just three will be enough. Of course, I don't want to let Elder Yang of your sect work in vain. Three thousand spirit stones as a reward." Feng Wentian said word by word, his expression was very serious.

"I can help you persuade Brother Yang to help you refine the elixir, but the reward is too little. At least 10,000 spirit stones." Zhou Zhenyu thought about it and said so.

"No problem, 10,000 is 10,000." Feng Wentian agreed without hesitation. For their level, 10,000 spirit stones are a drizzle. As long as the elixir can be refined, he can agree to 20,000.

"Since the deal has been made, please send someone to invite Brother Zhao and ask Elder Zhao of your sect to go with me." Zhou Zhenyu urged.

"Come on, go to Chiyan Mountain to invite your Uncle Zhao. Do not disclose that Brother Taixu Sect is present. Just say that I have something urgent to do with him." Feng Wentian shouted to the disciples outside the door.

A disciple responded and flew away immediately.

"Okay, I have sent someone to invite him. Brother Zhao should be here soon. Brother Zhou, drink a few cups of tea first and wait for a while." Feng Wentian said with a smile. After that, he picked up the teapot and poured a cup of fragrant tea for Zhou Zhenyu.

Zhou Zhenyu was not polite. He picked up the teacup and tasted it slowly. While drinking tea, he chatted with Feng Wentian.

"Feng Daoyou, I heard that your Fenghuo Sect accepted a disciple with a fire attribute and a natural spiritual root a few years ago. Is it true?" Zhou Zhenyu seemed to remember something and asked casually.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Zhou is really well-informed. Our sect has indeed accepted a disciple with a fire attribute and a natural spiritual root. He has been accepted as a registered disciple by Uncle Su and will be accepted as a formal disciple after the foundation is established." Feng Wentian smiled and said with some pride.

"Tsk tsk, a natural spiritual root, I remember that our Tang Dynasty has not accepted a disciple with such qualifications for a thousand years! It seems that it won't be long before your sect will have another fellow in the Jindan stage, and maybe even one more Yuanying cultivator hundreds of years later." Zhou Zhenyu said in an envious tone.

"It's not that easy to form a baby. Even a cultivator with a natural spiritual root only has a few more chances than an ordinary person!" Feng Wentian said this, and everyone could see the pride in his eyes. He then remembered something and said with a smile: "Although your sect does not have disciples with natural spiritual roots, doesn't it have several disciples with special spiritual roots? Your sect is proficient in alchemy. Even if you use spiritual medicine, you can pile up many Jindan stage cultivators."

Zhou Zhenyu shook his head and said indifferently: "If Jindan stage cultivators can use elixirs to pile up "It's good that they came. It's still your Huofeng Sect that is lucky. Although our Taixu Sect has several cultivators with special spiritual roots, they are no match for your sect's cultivators with natural spiritual roots. I don't know how your sect found such evil disciples."

"Hehe, Brother Zhou is wrong. They were not found by our Fenghuo Sect on their own initiative. They are the direct descendants of a senior in our sect. They came to our sect with a token. They are brothers. The elder brother has a natural spiritual root of fire attribute, and the younger brother has a dual spiritual root of earth and fire." Feng Wentian laughed.

"What? Brothers, both have such good aptitude? Your sect is really lucky." Zhou Zhenyu's face was full of envy.

"That's right. My younger brother is a disciple of Junior Brother Zhao and is loved by Junior Brother Zhao." Feng Wentian nodded.

Zhou Zhenyu wanted to say something, but a red light flew in and stopped in front of the two.

After the red light faded, a tall and thin middle-aged man was revealed.

The middle-aged man had regular features, a high nose bridge, and a big red gourd on his waist.

"Master, who is this?" The middle-aged man glanced at Zhou Zhenyu and asked with some doubt.

"Junior Brother Zhao, let me introduce you. This is Taoist Zhou Zhenyu from Taixu Sect." Feng Wentian stood up and introduced with a smile.

Zhou Zhenyu stood up and smiled at the middle-aged man.

"What? Someone from Taixu Sect? Humph, Master, you can accompany this Taoist slowly! I won't bother you." The middle-aged man heard the words, his face turned cold, and he turned around to leave.

Zhou Zhenyu frowned when he saw this, but he still forced a smile on his face.

Feng Wentian shook his body and stopped the middle-aged cultivator who was about to leave.

"Wait, Junior Brother Zhao, listen to me first..." Feng Wentian said and then fell silent, obviously using the secret art of sound transmission.

The middle-aged man's expression relaxed, and a touch of emotion slowly emerged on his face.

He pondered for a moment, turned around, and said, "I can go to Taixu Sect, but I have a request. Didn't Brother Zhou bring some Qi Refining disciples here? I happen to have several disciples under my tutelage. Let them fight five life-and-death matches. If your Taixu Sect wins more, I will go with Brother Zhou. If my disciples win more, Brother Zhou can go back to where you came from!"

"What? Life-and-death fight?" Zhou Zhenyu frowned when he heard this.

"Brother Zhao, don't mess around. If you do this, no matter who wins or loses, it will affect the relationship between our two sects. If Uncle Su finds out and blames you, can you bear it?" Feng Wentian's face sank and he scolded.

"Hmph, I'm not kidding. Every two hundred years when the Piaomiao Secret Realm opens, our five sects will send disciples into the secret realm to pick spiritual herbs. For the spiritual herbs in the secret realm, everyone kills each other. Who doesn't have the blood of other sects on their hands? When I entered the secret realm with my third brother, I watched him being killed by the disciples of the Taixu Sect. I must get revenge for this." Zhao Xuanji snorted and sneered.

"How can it be the same? Entering the secret realm is to pick spiritual herbs. Killing each other in the secret realm is what our five sects have always tacitly agreed to. After leaving the secret realm, everyone still has to live in harmony." Feng Wentian frowned and explained.

"Hmph, I don't care. If you don't agree, then I won't accompany you." Zhao Xuanji said nonchalantly. After that, he stomped his foot on the ground, turned into a red light and flew out of the hall. After a few flashes, he disappeared into the sky.