The First Saint of Alchemy

"The murderer is indeed in Fenghuo Ridge. Tao Yuchan came to Wen Ding, which was a trap set by Fenghuo Ridge." Tang Yan's eyes were cold as he told the story.

"Brother Yan didn't kill Tao Yuchan. Did he want to keep her for us to use?" Fang Xuan was a little confused.

"Tao Yuchan killed our brothers, so she must die! She is just useful for the time being.

Our grievances with Fenghuo Ridge have not been resolved. This time we have to make a big enough noise to let Bei Ling see clearly Wen Ding's determination and means to deal with the enemy, which can save a lot of trouble in the future.

I will go to Qi Pavilion, Guanxing Pavilion, Fengyun Clan, Su Family and Lan Family to mobilize people and go to Fenghuo Ridge to ask for an explanation." Tang Yan said the plan.

Fang Xuan was shocked. There are indeed very few people in the entire Bei Ling like Wen Ding, who are irreconcilable with a large sect for a life.

"Is there anyone else from Wen Ding?" Fang Xuan asked again.

Tang Yan shook his head: "We have too few experts. If they go, they will not only fail to become a fighting force, but will also become a burden. We will temporarily borrow the power of our allies. As for Gong Zhang, he is not suitable to come forward. Let him stay in Wending to make pills."

"Okay." Fang Xuan nodded.

"How is the gang recently?" Tang Yan asked.

"As usual, Zhuifengtang has re-screened the internal affairs, and no new undercovers have been found so far.

According to the feedback from the alchemists outside the sect, their alchemy level has improved, and they are very satisfied with the training." Fang Xuan finished reporting the situation of the sect and said:

"By the way, Ziyun has practiced a technique, which has a big gap in pills. In front of me, she swallowed five Tiangang pills in one breath, but her body was not affected at all.

The benefits are also obvious. She is already innate seventh grade and will be promoted quickly. At this speed, the king level is just around the corner!"

"Wending requires a strong fighting force to protect, and Ziyun's pills must be prepared in sufficient quantities." Tang Yan waved his hand and said: "I'll go to the pill room and leave for reinforcements tomorrow. You can arrange these five people."

"Yes." Fang Xuan replied.

Tang Yan came to the alchemy room, took out eight alchemy furnaces, and began to refine the Xuanguang Ninghua Pill.

In the Tianxuan Secret Realm, his soul was baptized by the Soul Abyss Dew and was unprecedentedly powerful. Even controlling eight alchemy furnaces did not feel strenuous.

The next morning.

Tang Yan collected the alchemy furnaces and walked towards Ziyun's courtyard.

He was going to knock on the door, but for some reason, Tang Yan put on the Hidden Heaven Clothes, opened the Douzhuanxingyi Formation, and instantly came to Ziyun's room.

Ziyun was sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing at this moment, as if she wanted to pay attention to her own changes at all times. She was not wearing clothes at this time.

Tang Yan looked closely and saw that not only the scales covered Ziyun's upper body, but also scales grew on her well-proportioned and powerful legs.

The scales glowed with purple and gold, as if she was wearing a close-fitting battle armor.

In the previous life on Earth, Ziyun was definitely a natural cosplay saint.

After carefully observing Ziyun for a while, Tang Yan felt relieved that her breath was steady and long, and there was no sign of being possessed.

He understood why Ziyun concealed the changes in her body.

A beautiful woman who suddenly grew terrible scales on her body would definitely not want to show it to others easily.

He didn't think it was ugly, and even thought it looked more exotic, but if Ziyun didn't mention it, he wouldn't expose it.

Just as he was about to leave, a cold, domineering and noble aura flashed over Ziyun.

Tang Yan was shocked and stared at Ziyun carefully, but he didn't see anything unusual after watching for a long time.

When Ziyun was about to wake up from her cultivation state, Tang Yan left the room and knocked on the door outside the courtyard.

Soon the courtyard door opened, and Ziyun stood behind the door.

Seeing Tang Yan, Ziyun's eyes lit up and she hurriedly called Tang Yan in.

"Yaduo, yaduo!" The white dough came running with its short legs and jumped into Tang Yan's arms. Tang Yan rubbed it a few times, and the little one squinted his eyes and enjoyed it very much.

In the courtyard, Ziyun poured a cup of tea for Tang Yan and asked softly, "How is the investigation going?"

"There are some clues. It is indeed the work of Fenghuoling. I will go to Fenghuoling to seek an explanation with my allies later." Tang Yan explained briefly and handed over a Qiankun bag: "I refined some pills for you. How are you doing recently?"

A warm current surged in Ziyun's heart, and she whispered, "The pills are consumed quickly, and the progress of cultivation is also very fast."

"Stretch out your arm, I'll check it." Tang Yan said gently.

Ziyun handed over her arm, with some worry between her brows. Scales appeared on her arm one after another. After a while, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Tang Yan to feel her pulse.

Tang Yan put the little one on the table. The little one was very naughty and jumped onto Tang Yan's head, pretending to be a hat.

Ignoring the little one, Tang Yan carefully explored Ziyun's body.

Ziyun's meridians were thick and her spiritual power was surging. She was several times stronger than ordinary people. She should have awakened the characteristics of the dragon clan.

But these are not the main points. What Tang Yan wants to check is that cold and strange breath.

The powerful divine thought swept through Zi Yun's sea of ​​consciousness, and the sea of ​​consciousness was calm, without any abnormality.

After hesitating for a while, the ghost fire appeared in the air, and Zi Yun's soul became active at this moment.

Tang Yan continued to search, and soon his heart tightened suddenly. A ruthless and vast breath appeared in the depths of Zi Yun's sea of ​​consciousness.

This breath was like a king, looking down on the common people, and even had a strong hostility towards Tang Yan, or a natural rejection of the human race.

Is this Zi Yun's instinctive reaction after awakening? Or is it influenced by the golden dragon in the secret realm?

No matter what the reason is, being influenced by this kind of thought for a long time will definitely distort Zi Yun's personality, thus affecting her relationship with humans.

Tang Yan tried to capture this breath, but just as his mind approached, this breath seemed to be enraged and suddenly hit Tang Yan's mind.

"Ah! My head hurts!" Zi Yun immediately held her head and screamed.

Tang Yan did not dare to move, and hurriedly retracted his mind, and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"It's better, just now I felt like my head was pierced by a cone." Zi Yun said with a pale face.

Tang Yan pondered for a moment and explained truthfully: "There is a hidden breath hidden in your sea of ​​consciousness. It should not harm you at present, but you must beware of it to avoid being invaded by your mind.

If you find anything unusual, let me know in time."

"Okay." Zi Yun nodded.

Tang Yan and Zi Yun chatted for a while, and then prepared to go to the weapon pavilion.

He called the Tyrant Thunder King Peng and jumped on the back of Peng. The big Peng spread its wings and soared into the sky.

He felt his head was a little heavy, and when he pulled it, he found that the little guy had fallen asleep on his head.

"Ziyun, catch it!" Tang Yan weighed the little one, picked up his big foot and kicked him towards Ziyun's courtyard without mercy.

"Ah, a lot!" The little one woke up suddenly, and his four short legs fluttered rapidly in the air, and finally landed steadily in Ziyun's arms. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then pestered Ziyun to play high throwing.

Ziyun had no choice but to kick the little one high into the air, and soon the little one's figure disappeared.

Only after drinking the tea in the cup did he suddenly reach out and catch the white dough falling from the sky.

Looking at the little one's excited face, Ziyun was speechless. This dog thing was as bad as Tang Yan when he was young, and he had to kick him a few times to be happy.