Super Treasure Hunter

"You?" The old man suddenly showed a surprised look when he saw Zhou Zhong, and he couldn't believe it.

Hua Qing immediately took the opportunity to roll up the arm of Midweek and said, "Grandpa, this is my friend Midweek."

When the old man saw Hua Qing's movements, his eyes rolled and he burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Xiaoqing, you still have vision." The old man laughed with a spring breeze and praised Hua Qing.

"Thank you, Grandpa." Hua Qing was also happy. She could see that Grandpa was particularly satisfied with Zhou Zhong. If this was the case, he might pass on the alchemy inheritance to Zhou Zhong.

"Dad, this is the boyfriend Xiaoxi was looking for. It is a direct descendant of Zhou's family in Qingshan Province, and an alchemy wizard." Madame Seven was unwilling to be robbed of her son-in-law's limelight, and quickly brought Zhou Zhantian to show her face.

But the old man ignored him at all, but looked at Zhou Zhong and said, "Young man, walk with the old man?"

Midweek said with a smile: "Okay."

So two people, one old and one young, left the hall and walked outside.

The Seventh Madam was directly ignored with Zhou Zhantian, and stood there stupidly, her face blue and red, how ugly and ugly.

Zhou Zhantian gritted his teeth with hatred, wishing to chop Zhou Zhong into pieces.

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In the middle of the week, I chatted with Mr. Hua for an afternoon, during which he talked about some experience in alchemy, and then he talked about some of the past of the Chinese family. It was a very pleasant talk.

In the evening, the old man specially ordered that all the direct descendants of the Hua family come to eat together. When he came to the restaurant, the old man told Zhou Zhong: "Boy Zhou, don't give me face when I go in, if anyone dares to be polite to you , Just hit him. These guys have been in a high position for a long time. I don’t know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. The more you bear it, the more late they will be. If you teach them a lesson, everyone will be honest."

In the middle of the week, the old man Hua was quite interesting, and he smiled and nodded and said: "Okay, I remember."

The two entered the restaurant, only to find out in the middle of the week that the restaurant was really huge. At this time, it had accommodated more than fifty people. These people were all direct descendants of the Zhou family. After a glance in the middle of the week, the younger generation of disciples were almost all female.

"Mid-week, here!" Hua Qing hurriedly recruited mid-week when she saw mid-week come back, and next to the runway mid-week, she was really worried if she didn't watch mid-week this afternoon.

"He is midweek?"

Everyone in the room is looking at the middle of the week at this time. This afternoon, the name of the middle of the week has been ringing throughout the Zhou family. Those who can refine the immortal pill can make everyone vigilant, especially those who come into the family. The'son-in-law'.

This matter is still the credit of the Seventh Lady. He hates mid-week and knows that Zhou Zhantian alone can’t handle mid-week, so he walks out mid-week matters so that other son-in-laws who want to come know that mid-week is the biggest In this way, everyone will all target the middle of the week. As long as the middle of the week is over, Zhou Zhantian will definitely be the most beneficial person to inherit.

Seeing that Zhou Zhong is so young, these people have some doubts whether the immortal pill was really refined in Zhou Zhong. Isn't it false news?

"Are you midweek?"

At the dining table, sitting across from the middle of the week, a gloomy young man asked the middle of the week.

Mid-week looked at the youth and replied: "I am mid-week, what's the matter?"

The young man snorted and said contemptuously: "Don't think that you can refine the immortal pill that is great. Pill refining is nothing more than a side door! In this world, strength can determine everything. What is your cultivation base? I am Yuan Ying. Eighth floor!"

The young man’s words dissatisfied many people in the Hua family, including the old man, because the Hua family started from alchemy, but he said that alchemy was a side-by-side approach. However, when he talked about his cultivation level, everyone in the Hua family still took a breath. Such a young master of the eighth-layer Nascent Soul stage, the Hua family has really never experienced it. It is estimated that this kind of cultivation talent will not take many years. , You can enter the supernatural period!

Don't blame him for being arrogant, he does have arrogant capital, a master of supernatural movement, and the Hua family is also moved by it.

"The tenth level of the pill formation stage." In the middle of the week, eating the bowl, said indifferently.

"puff!"

Hearing the words in the middle of the week, many people at the dinner table burst into laughter.

"The tenth level of the pill formation stage? Haha, does this cultivation level have the face to say that he was a cultivator at the time? Teens can reach the tenth level of the pill formation stage!"

Shen Zhenghao suddenly became even more proud. At the tenth level of the pill formation stage, there was a pile of **** in front of him, which could be smashed with just one foot.

"My toilet cleaners have a higher cultivation base than you." Shen Zhenghao said contemptuously.

In the middle of the week, he ate something and said, "Coincidentally, I have killed a lot of cultivators in the Nascent Soul Stage."

"Hahaha, boy, your **** is too fresh and refined, just like your B can kill the master of the Yuanying stage? A small garbage on the first floor of the Yuanying stage can kill you." Shen Zhenghao laughed. Said.

"Really? Why don't you try?" Zhou Zhong smiled and said to Shen Zhenghao.

"Grass, kid, are you looking for death?" Shen Zhenghao stood up directly.

However, as soon as he got up, the spirit fire in Zhou Zhong's hand had directly blasted toward Shen Zhenghao.

Shen Zhenghao didn't know what it was, so he stupidly reached out to pick it up.

"what!"

When he touched the Dao Linghuo, Shen Zhenghao suddenly screamed, and he quickly wanted to give the Linghuo out, but how could the Linghuo be the same as he said? A ball of spiritual fire stuck to his hand.