What Else Can A God-Level Alchemist Do? The Country Will Take Off!

Over the black forest, Wang An and Yang Chengfeng were flying at full speed with Zhao Mingcheng. The strong wind brought by the high speed bent the waist-thick trees below, and they fell to both sides, as if they had a middle-parted hairstyle.

Countless beasts panicked and fled in all directions with their tails between their legs like dogs.

The boys and girls who were leveling up from fighting monsters looked up in confusion. What's the situation? Why would such a big boss come to the novice copy of the Black Forest?

Did something big happen?

The core leveling area is where Jiang Chen successfully refined the experience potion for the first time.

Wang An and the others landed slowly.

Zhao Mingcheng patted his clothes, smoothed out the wrinkles caused by the two men's efforts, and said without raising his head:

"Is it necessary to make such a big fuss?"

"Don't scare those little kids so much that they dare not level up."

Wang An curled his lips: "I can't sleep well these days because of this matter, why do I still care about these little kids fighting monsters and leveling up?"

"Besides, if there is something dangerous, we can deal with it as soon as possible so that they can level up without worries."

Zhao Mingcheng rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to his absurd reasoning.

"Is this where the strong wind appears?"

"Right here."

When it came to business, Zhao Mingcheng's expression became serious, he looked around and kept observing.

But the more he looked, the more confused his expression became.

Why can't you see anything?

He went through the details of every place here and found nothing surprising, so he turned around and asked again.

"Are you sure this is here?"

"Nonsense! I sensed something was wrong at that time, so I flew over as soon as possible. It was absolutely correct. I also had people seal off the scene. Even flies can't fly in these days. It was like that then, and it's still like that now."

"That's weird."

"What's weird?"

"It's weird everywhere!"

Zhao Mingcheng walked around and kept mumbling: "According to your statement, the scale of the typhoon of level 18 did not cause any damage to the copy. It is obviously controlled by someone, but there is no clue."

"It shouldn't be."

Listening to his ramble, Wang An looked dissatisfied: "I said, can you say something useful? I can see this myself."

"Is that okay? After all, all these years of living in Kyoto have been in vain?"

Zhao Mingcheng rolled his eyes immediately.

This bitch, he just said he didn't blame me, but now he's showing his true face.

Ignoring him, Zhao Mingcheng paced and thought.

No harm, only visions... Wouldn't that be magic?

If it's not magic, what else can cause simple visions?

suddenly.

Zhao Mingcheng paused and looked up at Wang An.

"I see."

"Some alchemist has successfully invented the potion!"

Hearing this, Wang An and Yang Chengfeng looked at each other, and the former asked:

"Can an original potion cause such a big movement?"

Both of them are in the war profession and are no strangers to alchemists, not to mention their friend Zhao Mingcheng is an alchemist.

They know that the most difficult part for a high-level alchemist to become a holy alchemist is not upgrading, but creating original potions.

But it is difficult to return, and some people have become holy alchemists.

But Wang An and Yang Chengfeng had never heard of anyone making such a big splash when it came to creating original potions.

Zhao Mingcheng knew what the two brothers were thinking when he saw their expressions, and explained with a smile:

"The scale of the phenomena produced by the original potion does not depend on talent, only the value of the potion!"

“The higher the value, the more exaggerated the vision.”

"According to the scale you mentioned, that original potion... I'm afraid it will go against the will of heaven!"

Zhao Mingcheng suddenly felt dry in his mouth. Such a potion was the dream of every alchemist.

Especially a high-level alchemist like him who is expected to reach the holy level.

He licked his lips and swallowed hard.

"If it's true as I suspected, then you Jiangcheng might not have produced a great alchemist."

Yang Chengfeng said: "The only high-level alchemist in Jiangcheng is Yan Xin."

"Hahaha, Lao Zhao, you are worthy of having been in Kyoto for so many years, your vision is extraordinary!"

Wang An laughed and stepped forward and patted Zhao Mingcheng on the shoulder.

"I'm not living in vain now?"

Zhao Mingcheng looked at him sideways.

Wang An laughed and laughed, without any trace of embarrassment on his face: "I'll go find Yan Xin and ask Lao Yang to take you around Jiangcheng."

Before he finished speaking, Wang An ran away.

Zhao Mingcheng pointed at his back and complained: "What is a dog face?

This is. "

Yang Chengfeng smiled and shook his head: "It's not like you don't know Lao Wang's face. Come on, I'll take you to the Swordsmen's Guild in Jiangcheng."

"Let's go."

The two returned to Jiangcheng immediately, and Yang Chengfeng took Zhao Mingcheng around the Swordsmen Guild.

The guild building has its own style, but Zhao Mingcheng only looked at it twice and stopped paying attention.

Just like Wang An said.

After all, after staying in Kyoto for so many years, my horizons and knowledge are far beyond those in a small place like Jiangcheng.

Not to the point of being disdainful, but hardly surprising.

Lack of interest.

Yang Chengfeng saw that he was not in high spirits, so he turned around and led him in another direction.

"You have become a Kyoto native and your vision is really high."

"The guild doesn't look good."

"I'll show you the young people in my class in Jiangcheng. There should be an advanced exam for junior high school. You can take a look and give me some guidance."

The two of them came to a square of the Swordsmen Guild. A five-meter-high and three-meter-wide space crack stood in the center.

On the side, the eyes of the pet beast used by the animal trainer (second job change) for remote live broadcast projected an image, which fell on the white wall to form a big screen.

The image content is exactly the real-time picture in the space crack.

In front of the screen, there were more than a dozen boys and girls watching around.

As soon as he arrived here, Yang Chengfeng's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the screen, and he said with a smile:

"It's better to come early than to come well, Lao Zhao, there will be a good show soon."

Zhao Mingcheng looked over and saw an endless desert background on the screen. There was a giant colorful frog in the middle, surrounded by a circle of people.

"Huan Yue Dry Clam?"

"good!"

Yang Chengfeng on the side introduced: "The swordsman's advanced exam is very simple. You can kill monsters at will in the secret realm. Each monster has corresponding points. If you have enough points, you can pass the exam."

"However, in order to stimulate these young people today, I specially put a level 35 Phantom Moon Clam in."

"As long as you can kill it, you will not only pass the exam directly, but you will also get additional rewards."

"This Fantasy Moon Clam's overall strength is average, but it is the best at illusions."

"If you want to kill, you must not only be observant and careful, and be good at thinking, but you must also be bold and careful, so as to test the candidate's comprehensive quality to the greatest extent."

Zhao Mingcheng nodded. This idea was quite clever, but that was all.

Suddenly, he let out a light sigh.

"Huh?"

"Is Yan Shutong also from Jiangcheng?"

In the picture, a very beautiful girl appeared, holding a giant sword, her sassy appearance was extremely eye-catching.

Yang Chengfeng nodded: "She is the niece of Yan Xin, the president of the Jiangcheng Alchemist Guild."

"Have you seen her in school?"

"Well, even among the talented people in Kyoto University, Yan Shutong can be regarded as the most dazzling handful of people."

Zhao Mingcheng said: "The main reason is that her temperament is a bit like Wang An, and she asked for a lot of medicine from me."

Yang Chengfeng smiled, he had also heard about Yan Shutong's temperament.

"How about it? You can be considered her teacher. You know a little about her. Do you think she can pass the level of Huanyue Hanha?"

“It might be a little tough, but you’ll definitely get through it.”

Zhao Mingcheng straightened his chest and raised his head: "She is a student of my Kyoto Academy."

"See what you can do."

After insulting their friend, the two immediately began to watch carefully, wondering how Yan Shutong would pass the test.

But then, when he saw the scene of Yan Shutong solving the Huanyue Drought Clam, Zhao Mingcheng said "Eh" again.

Different from just now, this time, there was a deep feeling of shock.