The Strongest Husband of Dou Po

"Second-grade alchemist... No wonder Master Xuanchen is able to come up with so many elixirs... I just don't know what grade Master Xuanchen's teacher is?"

Gallebi was also shocked.

When he first met Xuan Chen, he regarded him as a thorn in his side.

But it's different now.

If it weren't for Xuan Chen, maybe he wouldn't be able to reach the level of Dou Ling in this life.

Seeing Xiao Butong's proud look, Jialebbi couldn't help but feel sour in his heart.

Thinking back to the beginning, how much effort he put in for his son Galeo.

He even wants to train Galeo into a generation of genius!

As a result, it turned out that God did not follow the fate of the people. Not only did Galeo fail to successfully cultivate into a genius, but in the end, his reputation in Wutan City became worse and worse.

How much he longed for Xuan Chen to be his son. In that case, it would definitely be a good thing for the ancestors' graves to emit green smoke.

Xuanchen glanced at Galibi and saw that his eyes were red. He hesitated for a moment before explaining seriously: "Haha, is it my teacher? He seems to be a ninth-grade alchemist... Oh, by the way, his soul realm is even more advanced. It’s reaching the imperial realm.”

"Ninth-grade alchemist? And the soul realm is still the emperor realm? Haha... Master Xuanchen is not deliberately joking with me, is he?"

"How could such a terrifying character exist in this remote place? If so...just pretend that I, Gallebi, didn't say anything."

Jia Lebi replied awkwardly, although he admired Xuan Chen from the bottom of his heart.

But a ninth-grade alchemist? And the soul power has still reached the imperial realm?

It's not that he doesn't believe it at this level, it's that he doesn't even dare to think about it.

You must know that even the Alchemist King Furukawa, who is the top alchemist in the Gama Empire, is only at the level of a sixth-grade alchemist.

So it’s not that Caleb doesn’t want to believe it, but he just doesn’t dare to believe it.

Such a huge creature is not something that the patriarch of a small family can just guess at.

Xiao BuTong felt extremely comfortable when he saw Xuan Chen's incoherent words being dismissed in an understatement.

Now that he is already a strong man with the strength to fight spirits, his future goal is naturally to be the Fighting King... the Fighting Emperor, or even higher.

"Are Chen'er leaving today? You guys just arrived not long ago..." Xiao Butong deliberately changed the topic in order to avoid further damaging Gallebi's mood.

Jia Lebi snorted coldly, obviously it could be seen that Xiao BuTong did this intentionally.

"Well, I promised the sect master that I will go back after the matter here is resolved." Xuanchen replied with a smile, even though Xiao Bubutong wanted Xuanchen and the others to stay a few more days.

But he knew extremely well in his heart that based on Xuanchen's growth, it was absolutely impossible to stay in this barren land.

Thanks to the help of the Fire Spirit Snake, the soldiers who had caused trouble in the past were all killed gloriously by its bloody mouth.

Along the way, everyone's moods were complicated.

Even those Yunlan Sect disciples were feeling extremely uncomfortable at the moment.

They originally thought that the elixir given to them by Xuan Chen was the kind of panacea that could continuously improve their strength.

It turned out to be true. Just like taking it, it can only be one level in the future, but I can't help but feel a little distressed.

"Sigh... This elixir is certainly good... but it is a last resort. Remember not to take it..." A disciple secretly wiped his tears and expressed the feelings of many people.

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Outside the gate of Wutan City.

A graceful mature woman, wearing a bright red cheongsam, was waiting silently at the door.

Her curvy figure attracted the attention of many people.

If it weren't for her special status, maybe those eager guys would have already stretched out their hands to take advantage of her.

"Tsk tsk...this little broken city actually has such a beauty!"

"Eh? Isn't that Miss Yafei of the Mittel family? Why is she here?"

"You know him?...Okay, brother, introduce him to me?"

"Haha... I can't say we know each other... I just met him by chance a few times in the capital."

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"Well, Xuanchen, you came back without saying a word. You don't plan to find me anymore, do you?" Yafei shouted angrily at Xuanchen.

Seeing the other person folding his hands on his chest, looking like he was asking for trouble, Xuan Chen inadvertently shrank his neck.

The matter between him and Ya Fei has long been known to the whole city.

So naturally there is no need to deliberately show off in front of these old guys.

"Xuan Chen...?" Disciple A asked with a frown, confusion written all over his face.

"Well... if you have the strength... you can indeed do whatever you want..." Disciple B originally thought of asking Ya Fei if she was free in the evening and going to have a meal together.

It turned out that he had never expected it to happen.

Such a great person in the world would actually have a relationship with Xuan Chen.

However, when I thought about the behavior of Nalan Yanran and Ruan Xuanji in the sect towards Xuan Chen, I couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

After all, this Dou Qi continent is all about strength... If you have enough strength, then naturally there will be a lot of beauties throwing yourself into your arms.

"Haha, Miss Yafei is so free? She actually came outside the city to greet her." Xiao Butong had a doting expression on his face, which made Yafei a little wary.

Feeling the aura revealed by this stranger, she instantly thought of it! The opponent is definitely a strong man with fighting spirit strength!

"Haha, it seems that Miss Yafei really loves Mr. Xuanchen. Unlike brother, I think we should not disturb the affairs between their juniors, right?" Jialebi also teased at this time.

Yafei, who was standing there in a mess, couldn't believe her ears.

Looking at all these unfamiliar faces, she looked at Xuan Chen in disbelief, as if she wanted to find the answer from Xuan Chen.

However, when she looked carefully at Xuan Chen, she suddenly discovered that there was a little head buried in Xuan Chen's arms...

"Who is she?" Yafei asked Xuanchen warily.

"She is my sister Qinglin." Xuanchen frowned and replied. Qinglin in his arms also stuck out his head and looked at Yafei with a confused look on his face. Yafei didn't know how to refute for a while.

"Well... Gu Ni has encountered a bottleneck recently... You just happened to be back. Maybe you can help him?"

Yafei couldn't really find any reason, so she had to forcefully come up with a reason so that Xuanchen could follow her back to Miter Auction.

"Brother, aren't we going back to Yunlan Sect? If there is no rush, then why don't you go with this sister?" Qing Lin opened a pair of beautiful big eyes, looking so sensible at a young age, but Xuan Chen felt a little distressed.

"Disciples listen to the order. Since we are too anxious to travel, we will rest in my house tonight."

"Wait until tomorrow morning before leaving."

yes…

The disciples spoke one after another, and seeing that the effect was good, Xuan Chen got off his horse, took Qing Lin's hand, and walked to Ya Fei, who had a complicated look on his face.

Ya Fei, who had her eyes on Qing Lin the whole time, couldn't help but feel a little proud when she saw that Qing Lin's height only reached Xuan Chen's chest.

"Haha... I didn't expect you to be in the mood to take care of your sister, but you really have the patience..." Yafei's mouth curved slightly, and she reached out and pinched Xuanchen's waist hard.

"There are still people watching..." Xuan Chen's face twitched slightly.

Although he knew that this was Yafei venting her anger, if she really pranked him in front of so many people, he would really find it difficult to accept it for a while.

"Chen'er...you shouldn't be going home tonight, right?"

Xiao BuTong passed by Xuan Chen and noticed Ya Fei's gesture. He frowned slightly and asked in confusion.