The Spirit of God Million Domain

Of course Ming Lang knew that the old man was talking about Xu Feng. He glanced at Xu Feng and said with a smile: "Uncle Jiu, Xu Feng is Wan'er's friend. He needs some medicinal materials. I will bring him to our warehouse to see if they are available?"

The old man looked at Xu Feng, with a disdainful smile in his old eyes, and said: "At the age of twenty-four or five, he can choose medicinal materials?"

It's not that the old man looks down on Xu Feng, but that those who can choose the medicinal materials are alchemists. Even if the kid in front of him has good talent, he is still far away from becoming a master trainer.

The reason why there are so few trainers in the entire southern continent is because trainers cannot quickly improve themselves with great opportunities and resources like warriors.

This is also the reason why many big families are unwilling to spend huge costs to train masters.

In this way, the number of refiners will be very small.

As for the seventh-grade refiner, they are also treasures.

As for the eighth-grade master, there is only one in the entire Seventy-two Peaks area.

On the contrary, Xu Feng found that in a small place like Tianhua Domain, the strength of human warriors improved very slowly, and many people would choose to become trainers.

However, after he came to the Ming family, he found that among the entire young generation of the Ming family, all seemed to be warriors, and there was not a single practitioner at all.

Xu Feng was originally an eighth-grade revered master in his previous life. Once he was looked down upon by others for his ability as a master, he would feel angry in his heart.

Are you kidding me? I was an eighth-grade revered master back then. Even that old guy Ning Yuan wanted to learn from me.

The nineteen styles of folding plum blossoms from the ceiling that he invented are even more shocking.

"Senior is a man who is nearly a hundred years old after all. I don't think it may make people laugh sometimes if he makes a conclusion without knowing anything."

Xu Feng looked at the old man and thought to himself: "If you want to jump around in front of me, I want to see how much a trainer like you weighs. He is never afraid of a trainer."

Mingming is also looking forward to it. Could it be that the kid next to him is really a trainer.

When the old man heard Xu Feng's confident words, he couldn't help but have a smile on his old face. This was the reason why he had been guarding the Ming family's treasure house all year round.

That's because he is the only seventh-grade trainer in the Ming family, and his training level has reached the peak of the seventh-grade mid-grade trainer. He has never seen such a boy jumping around in front of him.

"Haha, that's interesting..."

The old man couldn't help but smile. Because he had been studying training for many years, he didn't know many young people in the Ming family, and those young people were not willing to learn the skills of training from him.

At this moment, he looked at Xu Feng's confidence and determination, neither impetuous nor impetuous, and he secretly affirmed Xu Feng in his heart.

"Little guy, you are right. I really shouldn't question you without knowing anything." The old man had a pure smile in his eyes.

Xu Feng heard the old man's words. He didn't use his identity or cultivation to bully him, and he appreciated it in his heart: "As a trainer, this person seems to be pretty good, with such a pure personality."

I wonder if the old man would laugh out loud if he knew that while he admired Xu Feng, Xu Feng also admired him in his heart.

Xu Feng was an eighth-level master in his previous life. He knew very well that if a person wanted to become a high-level master, he must maintain an upright mind, be kind, and be upright.

If those people think about crooked ways and scheming all day long, they will not be able to become high-level refiners.

Because the mind is not pure, the elixir refined will not be pure either.

"If you can prove that you are an intermediate refiner, I will make an exception and give you a seventh-grade intermediate elixir. How about it?" The old man looked at Xu Feng and said with a smile.

When Xu Feng heard this, he almost vomited blood. He dared to express his regret that his majestic eighth-grade master in his previous life was so underestimated by the old man in front of him, a mid-level refiner.

Intermediate level refiners are from the fourth level to the sixth level, and high level trainers are the seventh level ones. As for the eighth-level refiner, that is called a respected master.

Xu Feng didn't want to be too dazzling, otherwise he wouldn't have let Ming Lang and Ming Wan'er avoid him when he was healing Ming Zhengyi.

Xu Feng knew one thing very well. Maybe Ming Lang and Ming Wan'er had no ill intentions towards him.

However, he is still very clear about the truth that the wind will destroy the trees that are beautiful in the forest.

He has just arrived in the Holy City, has no backing, and shows incredible talent, which will make others jealous.

Of course, it's okay to show off your identity as a refiner casually.

I saw Xu Feng standing there, dancing with his hands, which was the first of his nineteen styles of folding plum blossoms from the ceiling, "looking at the plum blossoms and admiring the snow", which continued to change with his technique.

Ming Lang was a little shocked when he saw how beautiful Xu Feng's alchemy was. However, the old man's shock was the real shock.

He found that the alchemy technique used by the young man in front of him was something he had never heard of before, and it was so mysterious.

"Is this gone?"

The old man still had some unfinished ideas. After watching Xu Feng perform "Watching Plum Blossoms and Appreciating Snow", he knew very well that there must be other alchemy techniques next.

After Xu Feng showed this skill, the old man looked at Xu Feng with shock. He was Mu Feng's disciple when he was young, and he knew that even Mu Feng did not have such an alchemy technique.

"I didn't expect that the little guy has such talent and ability. It really opened my eyes." The old man knew that Xu Feng was a master trainer, and there was a smile on his old face.

The old man knew very well that the young man in front of him was probably not from the Seventy-Two Peaks area, but most likely from the southern continent, a certain super family of masters.

"Hey, let the seniors laugh, these are just some little tricks for fun, small tricks, nothing worth mentioning." Xu Feng waved his hand to the old man.

As soon as these words came out, the old man almost burst out laughing, "Nima, this is just a small trick for fun. If it were a real trick, it wouldn't be earth-shattering."

The old man just said secretly: "This brat is still pretending in front of me! Damn! I will give him a seventh-grade middle-grade elixir that I refined to let him know my identity and see how he respects me." "

"The little guy is very good, neither arrogant nor impetuous. I will give you a seventh-grade middle-grade elixir, the PoWu Dan. When you have a breakthrough in cultivation, you can take the PoWan Dan to suppress inner demons."

The old man took out an elixir bottle from his arms and took out an elixir. Spiritual energy flowed through his body, and he looked very good.

Ming Ming next to him couldn't help but swallowed when he saw this scene.

This PoWang Pill is a good thing. When he broke through from the peak of the Sixth Grade Spiritual Master to the Seventh Grade Spiritual Master, he almost went crazy and became a demon. In the end, he took the PoWan Pill to suppress it.

Ming Lang also didn't expect that his eccentric Uncle Jiu would be so kind to Xu Feng.

Many strong men from the Ming family came to Uncle Jiu and wanted to ask for a Wandering-Breaking Pill for their descendants, but they were all ruthlessly rejected by the other party.

Now Uncle Jiu actually gave one directly to Xu Feng.

Just as Uncle Jiu watched Xu Feng take the Powan Dan, the other party should have great respect for him.

Unfortunately, in the next scene, his eyes burned with anger. He had never been so humiliated before.

Even Ming Lang frowned secretly.