Chapter 51

In a deep mountain, a cave is hidden opposite the quiet cold pool.

Under the moonlight, the mountain peaks and trees are reflected in the cold pool, looking mottled and fuzzy. Two figures stood at the edge of the cold pool and looked at each other in awe. They were black and white double evils.

WOW!

Strong energy came from the cave opposite the cold pool. The breath from the mat was like a strong wind, which swayed the trees around one after another.

After feeling the mysterious atmosphere, the black and white double evils looked at each other with respect and longing.

"The boss is finally about to be promoted." Black without injury admires a way.

White invincible said: "the boss was originally a low-level master. Once promoted again, he will certainly become an intermediate master."

Intermediate master, this is the existence of the top level. Don't say it's an intermediate master. Even a low-level master is a peerless strong man.

Hei Wushang said seriously, "as long as the boss is promoted to an intermediate master, Yang Feng's boy is dead."

The powerful Qi became more and more powerful and violent. It was like a strong wind. The black and white double evils retreated a few steps and dared not approach.

Then——

"Ha ha!"

A strong and powerful voice came. The sound spread all over the mountains and shook the trees in the mountains. A group of birds perched in the forest were frightened to fly up. Just as the birds flew up, they fell densely and were shocked to death by the sound.

Then a figure came out of the cave.

I saw the man in his thirties. I saw the man's dawn like eyes, as deep as the night sky and bright eyes, but it gave people a feeling of experiencing vicissitudes, as if he had experienced countless ups and downs, suffering and torture in his life.

The man's whole body seemed to be wrapped in a mysterious fog.

boss!

boss!

When the black and white double evils saw this man appear, they immediately bowed down. It turned out that this man was Feng Dong, their boss.

"Boss, congratulations on your promotion to intermediate master." The black and white double evil spirits worshipped excitedly.

Feng Dong's deep eyes glanced at the black-and-white double evils across the cold pool, and then asked, "what did I ask you to do, how did you deal with it?"

"Boss, we failed." Black and white Shuangsha shook his head helplessly.

Feng Dong frowned and then asked, "how is it possible? With the strength of you two, it's no problem to dominate Jinghai district. Ouyang Jin, the bar handle in Jinghai District, is just a bucket. "

"Boss, I saw that I was going to succeed, but I killed a Mr. Yang on the way. This man's divine skill is unparalleled. He is too powerful. Together, we are not the enemy of his move." Said black and white Shuangsha.

Divine skill is unparalleled!

Feng Dong muttered to himself, looked at the front with deep eyes, and then stepped out: "what nonsense, Mr. Yang, I will make him pay the price!"

The next moment, I saw him walking on the water of the cold pool, like walking on the ground, rippling in circles on the quiet water.

"Boss, you have been promoted to an intermediate master. Congratulations on the boss becoming a strong man."

Black and white Shuangsha knelt down and congratulated Feng Dong on his successful promotion.

......

Under a residential building in Rose Town, a black luxury car stopped slowly. Then, a young man came down from the car, who was Yang Feng.

"Mr. Yang, do you want us to take you upstairs?" The driver sent by Ouyang Jin said respectfully.

Yang Feng shook his head and said, "no, it's hard for you. Go back."

"Yes, Mr. Yang." The driver drove away.

Standing downstairs, Yang Feng found that the room he lived in was brightly lit. It seemed that someone was in the room.

Did Mai Qiuyan come, or did she go back and don't want to rent the house to herself? When saving Ye Lao, Yang Feng reached an agreement with Mai Qiuyan. He wanted to borrow the building for half a year.

If Mai Qiuyan really repents, Yang Feng doesn't care. It's a big deal to give her the house, and Yang Feng doesn't need it.

It's just that it's really inconvenient for Mai Qiuyan to be alone in the room tonight. Go upstairs quickly. Yang Feng wants to tell Mai Qiuyan that although he is a man, he is not so casual. He won't easily have a relationship with any woman. I hope he has self-respect.

However, when he opened the door, Yang Feng was stunned. He saw an old man sitting in the room. The old man looked a little sloppy and even a little obscene. He actually sat in the room drinking. He not only poured himself, but also recited poetry alone.

"Old and immortal, get out of here." Yang Feng jumped directly into the room and reached out to grab the old man's wine bottle.

But the old man was quick and fast, and his strength was far above Yang Feng. A few minutes later, Yang Feng didn't touch the bottle, but was thrown out by the old man several times.

"Boy, why are you so stingy." The old man said with a smile.

The old man was about sixty years old and dressed like a beggar. Although he looked very sloppy, he was very clean. Although the old man is thin, he has strong strength. He is Yang Feng's wonderful master. He is not only powerful, but also has first-class medical skills. He is respected as a living hell by the world.

The so-called king of hell let you die at three o'clock and live for less than five o'clock. But as long as the old man makes a move, miracles will happen. Therefore, people in the martial arts call him a living Yama, and some even call him a miracle doctor, but the old man feels that he dare not pretend to be a miracle doctor and dare not overstep.

Yang Feng has been looking for him for a long time since the last time he fled, but he seems to have disappeared into the world, like a stone sinking into the sea. Yang Feng swore at that time that if he found the old man, he would beat him up and vent his anger.

But after seeing the old man tonight, even if he did his best, he was not an opponent. It was frustrating enough.

"Old and immortal, I thought you were dead. I was so excited that I put on a banquet for three days and nights. As a result, you haven't died yet. Isn't my banquet in vain?" Yang Feng grabbed the wine bottle and drank a few mouthfuls. This is an authentic liquor, which is harder to drink than whisky.

The old man grabbed the wine bottle, held it in his arms and said drunk, "you are really a small family. I just borrowed some money from you. Why do you have to worry about it."

"More than a little, that's my savings for many years, okay?" Yang Feng angrily said.

"Talking about money hurts feelings. Let's not talk about money." The old man smiled brazenly and said.

Yang Feng said, "then I'd rather not talk about feelings."

"Young people, money is external, and only emotion is the most important." As soon as the old man changed his old disrespectful smile, he suddenly became very serious and serious.

"I hate to hear that line." Yang Feng has heard this sentence many times. He doesn't want to hear it anymore.

The old man took a sip of liquor and said drunk, "you boy, you really don't know the greatness of heaven and earth. You're tired of comparing your medical skills with Qianhu medicine family."

Yang Feng robbed the old man's wine bottle, drank a mouthful of liquor and said, "I just don't like their bird people. If I know a little medical skill, I think I'm right and dare to think of myself as a miracle doctor. Master, you have the ability to revive the spring. Your medical skill is broad and bright, and you don't dare to think of yourself as a miracle doctor."

"Your boy is really nosy. What's the matter with you? Just pretend not to see it. Qianhu medicine family uses medicine to enter the martial arts. Do you think they are vegetarian? If they don't have two brushes, does Qianhu medicine family dare to think of itself as an ancient medicine family?" The old man said seriously.

"Is the pharmacist very powerful?" Yang Feng asked.

The old man nodded and said, "it's more than powerful. It's just a change of state, especially the members of the medicine family. Among them, there are those who have excellent medical skills. Even among the three generations of children, the man named Yao shaohuang doesn't dare to look down on him."

Yang Feng doesn't know much about pharmacists. At the beginning, he became an enemy of Yao Xin. Finally, he had to compare his medical skills with the Yao family. It was also because Yang Feng felt that his family was not qualified to be a miracle doctor, which simply tarnished the name of a miracle doctor. But for this matter, the old man actually appeared in person. It seems that the pharmacist is really superior.

The old man continued, "I ask you, what is the most important treatment in ancient medicine."

Yang Feng directly replied, "pill."

Yes, in ancient Chinese medicine, pills are very important, such as xisui pill. For people in the martial arts, obeying the marrow washing pill is like reborn, cutting hair and washing marrow, removing dirt and impurities in the body, so as to achieve the effect of reborn, but the same pill can also be used for the treatment of the disease.

If a poisoned person obeys the special marrow washing pill, just like the detoxification pill, the toxin in the body is also eliminated. This pill is more effective than the general detoxification pill. There is also Jingqi pill, which is also of great help to those dying patients.

The old man continued to ask, "if you were to refine a pill, how long would it take you?"

Yang Feng said proudly, "this is my specialty. As long as there is a good alchemy furnace, I can refine a low-grade pill in half an hour."

It's amazing that you can refine a low-level pill in half an hour. Note that many alchemists can't refine a low-level pill even if they spend a day, so Yang Feng feels very proud and confident.

The old man smiled casually, sat up and took out more than a dozen kinds of herbs from the package.

Yang Feng can see at a glance that these herbs are at least a genius treasure for more than decades. Does the old man want to compete with himself? Even if he wants to, he is not in the mood.

The old man said, "boy, I can refine a low-grade pill in ten seconds. And you don't need a furnace. "

"You brag." Yang Feng said he didn't believe it. Although he admitted that the old man was very powerful, he didn't exaggerate or go too far.

"Watch it." The old man said seriously.

Yang Feng watched attentively. He was curious about the old man's means to successfully refine a low-grade pill in just ten seconds. What's more, the old man doesn't have an alchemy stove. The so-called skillful woman can't make bricks without rice. Even if the old man has great powers, he can't do it.

I saw the old man playing a seal on his hands, and then taking it from the air. The herbs on the table, like wings, flew into the printing line, then quickly refined and condensed, the essence gathered together, and the dross was separated on one side, which was very fast, and the general people could not see clearly.

If Yang Feng was not powerful, he would certainly not be able to see the changes.

The old man kept making strange and complex secret patterns with his hands. Ten seconds later, he burst into a drink: "condensation."

A pill slowly fell into the old man's hand.

Sisi!

Yang Feng took a breath, and the old man was really better than him.

However, after sighing, he was extremely dissatisfied with the old man. He actually tucked in and hid. Such a cow's magic power was not passed on to himself.

"Boy, there are at least three experts of Qianhu medicine family who can have this ability. Although they are far less fast than teachers, they are more than enough to win you. If you don't want to die, give me good cultivation. Don't do nothing all day. It's a waste of time to deal with black and white double evils."

After leaving this sentence, the old man got up and wanted to leave.

"Old and immortal, where are you going?" Yang Feng asked.

The old man said, "the world is so big that I want to see it. You do it yourself. If you lose to the medicine family, don't say you are my living hell disciple."

Yang Feng thought, if I lose to the pharmacist, I won't have a chance to mention your name at all.

The old man walked out of the room quickly.

Yang Feng suddenly felt something was wrong, as if

too bad!

Yang Feng immediately touched his pocket. The bank card was missing. It was $60 million. It was given by Ouyang Jin, and 10 million of it was to be used to participate in the divine medicine competition with Qianhu medicine family.

"Don't go, old man."

Yang Feng immediately chased out, but the old man had disappeared. Three words came from the night sky: "my card!"