Chapter 1592

After Duanmu Heng got Lu Zijia's permission, he couldn't wait to tell the good news to Duanmu bank, which harassed him for more than half a month.

Duanmu Xing, who heard the good news, immediately flushed with excitement, like a cooked crayfish.

Duanmuxing is over 120 years old, but alchemy has been stuck in the middle level of the Xuan level. There has been no progress for decades.

Eight years ago, he didn't want to ask Lu Zijia, a genius for alchemy.

But he really couldn't let go of his old face, so when he was tangled with his old face, Lu Zijia left Delin country and went to other countries for experience.

When he learned that Lu Zijia had left the state of Delin, Duanmu bank regretted that the field was green.

Later, after hearing the rumor that Lu Zijia died, he was even more sorry.

Therefore, two months ago, when he learned that Lu Zijia was reborn, he was so excited that he almost ran to zhuangjun city to find someone.

Unfortunately, the time is wrong. The imperial city is turbulent. As a member of the royal family and the chief alchemist of the royal family, he must stay to guard and appease the people.

Otherwise, as soon as he leaves, the whole palace will be in chaos.

"Master Xingdan, please let go! If you don't let go, my hand will be broken! "

Duanmu Heng, who was gripped by Duanmu Xing, had a distorted face.

However, Duanmu Xing, who fell into his own thoughts, didn't hear what he said and still held on tight.

Duan Muheng is about to cry. Although he is now a foundation builder, he is still a physical child with flesh and blood. He will feel pain!

Just when Duanmu Heng wanted to speak again, Duanmu Xing suddenly shook off his hand, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Duanmu Heng, whose arm has been so painful that he can't feel, "..."

Why do you have to pinch him for a long time!

What a grudge!

Too much, too much!

The other side.

Not long after duanmuxing left, Lu Zijia would help the royal family cultivate a group of Xuan level Dan masters, which spread all over the imperial city with a lightning speed!

However, those big families in the imperial city were skeptical when they learned the news.

After all, the concept of cherishing oneself has gone deep into the body and mind of senior magicians. Basically, no one will believe that there are really magicians who will give lessons.

But even if not many people believe it, many people envy, envy and hate the alchemists of the royal family, and even replace them.

No matter whether Lu Zijia gave it or not, he learned a little, which is enough for people to benefit a lot.

Unfortunately, it's a pity that they are not royal people, or they don't even have a chance to learn.

……

It's the so Da Dan room where Lu Zijia teaches.

Lu Zijia stood on the stage and looked down at the forty or fifty people of all ages, men, women and children. He couldn't help but be covered with black lines.

It's agreed to choose only a few alchemists, but she got 40 or 50 people for her. What's the matter!

Like a primary school student, the forty or fifty people sitting at the bottom looked out of date in Lu Zijia's eyes and became nervous involuntarily.

It seems that he is afraid of provoking Lu Zijia's dissatisfaction.

"Are you all alchemists of the royal family?" Lu Zijia looked suspicious.

As far as she knows, there are very few alchemists in the whole state of Delin. Even in the king's room of Delin, there are less than 20 alchemists.

Now there are forty or fifty people suddenly. Who can tell her what's going on?