Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Situ Wugou's face turned cold, and he immediately scolded: "It's really embarrassing for me! I usually educate you, but I didn't expect you to do such a dirty thing."

"It's useless for you to look at me, because you did something wrong indeed, and I can't protect you."

Zhang Yifeng looked at Situ Wugou's appearance and felt it was funny.

This old fox pretends to be pretty good, so he just wants to pass all the blame.

But that was enough. Although it was not stated clearly, most people on the scene already knew that Situ Wugou was the instigator of this incident.

The two monks did not dare to disobey Situ Wugou, and finally admitted that they wanted to murder Zhang Yifeng, so they sent in the elixir without pointing out who was behind the scenes.

The final result was that the two of them were beaten into blood mist by Cang Yuan on the spot.

But everyone knows that these two people are just cannon fodder.

At the judges' table, now that the person was dead, Situ Wugou was ready to find a place for himself to go down. He walked towards Zhang Yifeng with a smile on his face.

"Zhang Yifeng, I am indeed right about you. Just tell me what you want about the resources of the dynasty in the future. I will vigorously train you."

"I now announce that the first place winner in this international alchemy competition is Zhang Yifeng."

After Situ Wugou said these words, many people began to cheer, and of course some people clenched their fists.

Not everyone accepts his first place.

"Little brother, that's good! Do you have any idea of ​​joining our Yuntian Sect?"

"Little brother, our Glazed Sect also needs talents like you."

At this moment, the elders of Yuntian Sect and Liuli Sect began to continuously woo Zhang Yifeng. They all wanted Zhang Yifeng to join their sects, and they all promised to accept Zhang Yifeng as their direct disciple.

How could Zhang Yifeng go?

He shook his head, looked at Situ Guizui, and then changed the topic.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember that you and I had a bet before? Now that I have won, you owe me a request."

After saying these words, Situ Wugu's face immediately darkened.

He didn't know what kind of request Zhang Yifeng would make, but since he had already agreed, and he was still the leader of a country, he naturally couldn't go back on his word.

He forced a smile and said: "Haha, yes, I promised, you tell me, as long as it can be satisfied, I will try my best to satisfy you."

After receiving Situ Wugou's answer, Zhang Yifeng finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the next road was not that difficult.

"Your Majesty, my request is actually very simple. For Your Majesty, it is just something you can do easily. I need one hundred thousand Kongming Pills."

"As for what His Majesty said, I will take whatever resources the dynasty has from now on, so there is no need for that."

One hundred thousand Kongming Pills, this is not a small amount.

Situ Wugou's eyes were so angry that he was squinting. Now so many people were watching, and this was something he had promised before. If he refused, then his face would be lost, but if he agreed, the entire dynasty would not suffer a single loss. .

The Kongming Pill is an extremely precious cultivation material for monks who have entered the Kongming Stage.

In the market, demand exceeds supply. It can be said that there is a price but no market.

"Zhang Yifeng, let me ask you, what do you use so many Kongming Pills for? If you practice by yourself, you don't need so many, and I don't think you have reached the Kongming stage yet."

Zhang Yifeng did not answer the question directly, but asked rhetorically: "Does your Majesty mean that one hundred thousand Kongming Pills are too many for Your Majesty, and Your Majesty cannot take them out?"

"If that's the case, then I want a little less, just 70,000 pieces."

Seeing Zhang Yifeng's behavior, the elders at the judges' table shook their heads helplessly.

This kid really doesn't know how high the sky is and how dare he open his mouth like this.

Situ Wugao gritted his teeth and thought to himself: Zhang Yifeng. Don't you want it? If you want it, I will give it to you, but you have no life to use it.

"No problem, I just asked out of curiosity. One hundred thousand Kongming Pills is just a small matter for the dynasty."

Sure enough, after Zhang Yifeng made this request to Situ Wugou, those sects did not continue to persuade Zhang Yifeng to join the sect as before.

Instead, he kept praising Zhang Yifeng for being young, promising, and courageous.

After all, how could a sect confront a dynasty? Even if they admired this boy, they could only secretly help him, but they would never be stupid enough to take Zhang Yifeng under their sect.

"Take it, this is the 100,000 Kongming Pills you want."

"Thank you."

After getting the Kongming Pill, Zhang Yifeng expressed his gratitude and prepared to leave.

There are still so many divine consciousnesses that are locking him, and he must not stay in this place for too long. If he stays any longer, there may be more divine consciousnesses that are locked on him, and it will not be that simple to escape.

Anyway, now that the alchemy competition is over, what follows is just a formality, and those formalities can be continued with or without him.

So, Zhang Yifeng made up two random reasons and left with Bai Li.

"Brother Bai Li, Brother Zhang, please wait a moment." As soon as they left the alchemy tower, they saw Fan Youzhi and Changsun Nian following them.

Zhang Yifeng turned his head: "Why are you guys in trouble?"

"Brother Zhang, what did you say? Fan admires Brother Zhang's courage very much, and Fan is also willing to make friends with Brother Zhang. I wonder if Brother Zhang is willing."

"I still have things to do. I'll see you again in the future, so I won't accompany you." Zhang Yifeng responded very coldly, which was completely different from the way he looked in the alchemy tower just now.

After saying that, Zhang Yifeng was about to leave again, but at this moment, Changsun Nian suddenly hugged Zhang Yifeng.

"Miss Changsun, what are you..."

"I tell you, Zhang Yifeng, I will remember you, and you must live." After saying this, Changsun Nian let go of his hand, but his eyes were already filled with tears.

Fan Youzhi did not change his enthusiasm because of Zhang Yifeng's coldness just now. Instead, he waved the long flute in his hand twice.

"Brother Zhang, I know why you are like this, because you know there will be many people who want to hunt you down next, but I really don't want to lose Brother Zhang as a friend. I wonder if I can do my best."

In fact, Zhang Yifeng is not disgusted with Fan Youzhi. The first impression Fan Youzhi gave him was actually quite good.

It's just that I really have a lot to do now, and my current situation is not suitable for making new friends.

But looking at Bai Li beside him, Zhang Yifeng decided to do something bolder.

"If you really want to help me, then help me take care of Senior Brother Baili. I will come to you after I finish handling the matter."

When Zhang Yifeng finished saying this, Bai Li looked at Zhang Yifeng in confusion: "Junior brother, what do you mean? Are you planning to abandon us again?"