He Has a Dragon

"Even among those hidden sects, are there no masters of elixirs who can refine the five elixir patterns?" Wang Le asked.

Ji Yinzi was startled at first, then replied hesitantly: "Maybe!"

At this time, Jiyang interrupted and said, "It is rumored that the master of Guixu Temple is a great alchemy master. I don't know if it is true or not."

Wang Le's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but remember that the first time he came into contact with the elixir was when he was healing Mr. Mu.

At that time, Mr. Mu had a remaining elixir in his body.

And this remaining elixir was made by Xiaoyaozi, the master of Guixu Temple, in order to rescue Mr. Mu, who was about to die from serious injuries.

As for the number of pill lines on this pill, Wang Le didn't notice it when he looked through it.

After all, the elixir has been in Mr. Mu's body for decades, and its efficacy has been exhausted and is no longer complete.

Thinking of this, Wang Le laughed and said to Ji Yinzi: "Senior Xiaoyaozi should be a master of elixirs."

"Oh? How did you know?" Ji Yinzi asked in surprise.

Wang Le didn't hide anything, and roughly told what he knew.

After hearing this, Ji Yinzi couldn't help but regretfully said: "It's a pity that the master of Guixu Temple has been missing for many years, and everyone thinks that Rang has transformed into Taoism and returned to silence."

Wang Le nodded noncommittally, but he obviously didn't think so in his heart. After all, on the way back to Nanhua Temple, he met the master of Bidou Palace, the number one person in the martial arts world of the previous generation, in Nanfeng Town.

That's an antique from hundreds of years ago, and it's still alive and kicking in the city today!

Wang Lecai couldn't believe that Xiaoyaozi, the number one person in the contemporary martial arts world, would lose his hair so early.

As his mind wandered, Wang Le returned to the previous topic and asked out of pure curiosity: "How powerful is the ninth-grade elixir that has been refined with nine elixir patterns?"

Ji Yinzi chuckled and replied: "According to ancient records, the ninth-grade elixir was only a legend even before the great changes in the world and the environment. Only I, Li Dan, refined it thousands of years ago."

"Uh!" Wang Le was speechless for a moment, and couldn't help but secretly complained: "It's me again, the legend in the martial arts world has been contracted by him!"

While Wang Le was muttering in his heart, Ji Yinzi continued: "It is said that on the day when I succeed in refining alchemy, once there is a ninth-grade elixir among the elixirs released, a thunder disaster will occur."

"Hiss, thunder calamity?" Wang Le couldn't help but gasped, and his scalp felt numb, because under such a powerful force of heaven and earth, an individual is too insignificant and not worth mentioning at all.

Ji Yinzi nodded and said, "Only ninth-grade elixirs that have experienced thunder tribulation are truly ninth-grade, and their efficacy is absolutely uncompromising."

"Of course, these only exist in ancient books and legends, and now they can only be remembered and admired by future generations like you and me."

After a pause, Ji Yinzi changed the topic, and said to Wang Le with a smile: "The second-grade recovery pill I gave you is very effective in restoring the mana in the body of the heaven-level powerhouse, but for an alternative existence like you, I can’t guarantee what the effect will be.”

"So next, I will open the treasure house in Guanzhong for you. There are enough source stones there for you to restore your mana and return to your peak state."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le shook his head without hesitation and refused the kindness and said: "I believe that this Restoration Pill is enough, and it will take less than a few days to return to peak condition."

At this time, Ji Yinzi stopped smiling and said with a serious face: "Don't refuse. If you hadn't turned the tide this time, Xiao Le, at the critical moment of life and death, the entire Nanhua Temple would have been bloodbathed by the three nuns from Cihang Jingzhai, and now it's It has been reduced to ruins!”

After a pause,

Ji Yinzi looked at Wang Le seriously and continued: "Not to mention this little source stone, I can even give you the entire treasure house of Nanhua Temple as a reward to Xiao Le!"

Wang Le raised his eyebrows, looked at Ji Yinzi with a half-smile and said, "Uncle Master, even if you give me the treasure house, I don't dare, let alone take it!"

Ji Yinzi's face showed deep disappointment, and he said with a bitter smile full of regret: "It seems that you don't want to take on the heavy responsibility of Nanhua Temple."

Wang Le smiled slightly and replied: "I am not determined to be responsible for the revival of Nanhua Temple. I believe there is no shortage of such talents in the temple."

Ji Yinzi shook his head and said: "Although there are such talents, they still can't do it without your strength as a backing."

"After all, in this martial arts world, strength is the foundation. Without strength, other talents are just mirages without foundation and are vulnerable to a blow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le replied with a solemn face: "As long as someone gets the approval of you, the head master, to take over Nanhua Temple in the future, then I will be his backing!"

Before Ji Yinzi could speak, Wang Le added, "As long as I am here, there will be a place for Nanhua Temple in the central area of ​​the martial arts world!"

At this point, Wang Le suddenly grinned and said, "It's because of the artifact Butterfly that the boy has such confidence. Otherwise, he would never dare to boast like this."

Ji Yinzi was stunned and said: "What do you mean..."

Before Ji Yinzi could finish speaking, Ji Yang interrupted speechlessly and asked, "Grandson, don't you want to hand over the artifact butterfly?"

Wang Le chuckled and asked without answering: "If my grandson hands the artifact Butterfly back to Nanhua Temple, which of you will be able to use it?"

"Uh!" Ji Yinzi and Ji Yang were immediately speechless. Now in the entire Nanhua Temple, except for Wang Le, no one can use the magical butterfly.

At this time, Wang Le curled his lips, spread his hands and said to the two of them: "Rather than handing it back to the temple and putting it in the treasure house as a decoration, it is better to leave it here with me."

Before the two of them could object, Wang Le showed a trace of embarrassment on his face and further explained: "This is not just a kid who entered the martial arts world and made too many enemies. If he has the artifact Butterfly by his side, he will have enough confidence." a little."

Ji Yang rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "You are good at everything, but you are too murderous. You can almost keep up with your uncle."

After a pause, Ji Yang changed the topic and said, "But you haven't been in the martial arts world for long. Even if you cause trouble, you won't offend those old monsters at the heaven level. You have to use the artifact butterfly to save your life, right?"

Wang Le touched his nose with a strange expression and remained silent.

"Uh!" When Ji Yang and Ji Yinzi saw Wang Le's acquiescence, their expressions instantly changed. They dared to think that the enemy this boy had provoked really had a heaven-level old monster!

Ji Yinzi asked in a deep voice: "Did you offend a casual cultivator of heaven level, or a heaven level old monster from which sect?"