“Oh? Fan Tong Senior praised me so?”

An imperceptible light flashed in Yang Jing’s eyes, lightly said with a smile “Unfortunately, the deputy sea lord is always the deputy sea lord.”

Fan Zhenzhen was puzzled by what he said, and she immediately stated her purpose, “Fan Zhenzhen is here this time because I am the sixth Sea Territory was attacked by other Sea Territory, and I need to ask the seventh Sea Territory to help me to solve my urgent need for the sixth Sea Territory!”

Yang Jing smiled, “Why should I help the sixth Sea Territory?”

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Fan Zhenzhen willow brows wrinkle, even more feel that something is wrong.

Why is Yang Jing in charge of this place now?

“The Lord Zheng once promised his father that once the sixth Sea Territory is in need, he will send troops to help us.”

“That is what the Lord Zheng promised you.”

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Yang Jing stood up, stood with his hands on the big seat, and looked down at the Lin Yue entire group below.

“Zhenghai lord is very old. He has already started to rest in bed a few months ago. He is so angry that he can no longer work hard. Therefore, my seventh Sea Territory cannot help you with this matter.”

Yang Jing raised his hand and said, “Please.”

This is like an Expulsion Order.

“This… Deputy Sea Master Yang, can I see Sea Master Zheng.”

Fan Zhenzhen asked, this time she came out, the task her father gave her is to meet in person Go to the seventh Sea Territory, the sea master, and ask him to send troops.

But now, Yang Jing just sent her away, and Fan Zhenzhen came here all the way to rescue soldiers. How could he just give up like that?

“I have already said that Lord Zheng Hai is very ill and can’t handle your affairs, so let me get rid of it.”

Yang Jing’s voice was also sharp.

Fan Zhenzhen is still reluctant to give up. She remembers that father once said that the seventh Sea Territory Master Sea Territory had a life-long friendship with him. If the Master Sea Territory could still be the master, how could he be the sixth Sea Territory? Embarrassed to sit on the sidelines?

“Then, please let the deputy sea lord tell me what disease Zheng Hai lord has, I may be able to cure him.”

“You?”

Yang Jingda looked at Fan Zhenzhen interestingly, “Will you pill concocting?”

Fan Zhenzhen pursed his mouth lightly, “I know a little bit, I can try.”

She said He knew a little about Alchemy Technique and couldn’t talk about being proficient, but in this situation, Fan Zhenzhen could only brace oneself nodded.

“That’s it.”

Yang Jing touched his chin, and seemed to have some idea, “It’s okay, you go and refine a good-fortune pill, come out and say Uncertainty can cure the sea lord’s disease.”

“Tianji Good-Fortune Pill!”

Fan Zhenzhen almost didn’t call out. Although she is not proficient in Alchemy Technique, she also understands. What does Good-Fortune Pill mean?

Pill Master Grade 9, she should be around Grade 3 now.

And this Tianji Good-Fortune Pill requires at least Grade 7 Alchemist, mixed with more than 300 kinds of herbs, to extract one.

Fan Zhenzhen still remembers that the success rate of this Tianji Good-Fortune Pill is extremely low.

It is recorded in the ancient book that there are three celestial Good-Fortune Pills, and only one can truly take shape.

And the other two, in the end, are nothing but waste pills that’s all.

The most troublesome thing is not the success rate, but the refining process of Tianji Good-Fortune Pill, which consumes more than 300 herbs. The refining of these medicinal powers alone takes more than 40 days.

“Deputy Sea Master, is there no other way?”

Fan Zhenzhen bit his lower lip lightly. He only felt that it was too difficult to refine a celestial pole Good-Fortune Pill.

“Yes.”

Yang Jing faintly smiled, “Just go back and tell you father. It’s a favor. Our seventh Sea Territory can’t help anymore. See you off.”

“Wait.”

Seeing that Yang Jing suddenly changed his face, Fan Zhenzhen was so scared that he would lose his last hope. He immediately said, “Vice Master, please give me back Let’s have some time.”

“One month.” Yang Jing said impatiently, “Within one month, if you can’t refine the Good-Fortune Pill, then you go back to the sixth Sea Territory.”

“One month…”

Fan Zhenzhen only feels that the other party is in a difficult situation, but she has to ask Yang Jing and the seventh Sea Territory, how can she resist.

“Why? If it’s not enough, it will take twenty days.”

Yang Jing said again.

“Enough, enough, one month, just one month.”

Fan Zhenzhen is just a fifteen-year-old girl who has been made things difficult for by Yang Jing, etc. After she walked out of the great hall, Lin Yue already saw tears in her bright eyes.

Fan Jian handed over a handkerchief, but before it reached Fan Zhenzhen’s hand, Lin Yue’s hand was a step ahead and wiped away the tears from the corner of Fan Zhenzhen’s eyes!

In this scene, he is faster than him!

Unfortunately, Fan Zhenzhen turned out to be out of control like the flood of a bank burst, and fell directly on Lin Yue’s shoulder.

“We don’t have enough time, Young Master Lin, I can’t go back to find friends with you right away.”

Fan Zhenzhen’s crying voice came, and at this moment he still wanted to help Lin Yue .

It makes Lin Yue feel that this girl is also good in nature, and with her looks, it can be scored about eighth.

Beside, Fan Jian’s eyes straightened, his hand stopped in the air, and the handkerchief on it was still waving with the wind.

But now, Fan Jian can only take it back silently.

“It’s okay, but it’s Good-Fortune Pill.”

Lin Yue patted Fan Zhenzhen’s hair, thinking in his heart, he can practice that thing, but the material is troublesome. Some.

However, looking at the seventh Sea Territory as such a rich place, it shouldn’t be difficult to find all of them.

“Hehe, kid, I want to talk about it, do you know what the Good-Fortune Pill was that day?”

Fan Jian has been upset with Lin Yuegirl for a long time, and he thinks Crying, just to hand her a handkerchief, how can Lin Yue just use it directly?

The cross knife wins love!

This is because I was taken love by Lin Yue Hengdao!

“You know?”

Lin Yue raised an eyebrow and asked Fan Jian.

Fan Jian couldn’t help this question, “This Shaonai is the sixth Sea Territory Grade 3 Alchemist, you say I don’t know.”

“Grade 3 very difficult to Deal with?”

Lin Yue blinked, but Tianmo Universe has no clear hierarchical plan for Alchemist.

But he made a rough judgment, and his level is definitely much better than Grade 3.

At least Tianji Good-Fortune Pill. Judging from Fan Zhenzhen’s so difficult reaction, she shouldn’t be able to train.

“hehe, Grade 3 Alchemist, among the younger generation of the sixth Sea Territory, only me and Zhenzhen have reached it, what do you think?”

Fan Jian is obviously not convinced Seeing that Lin Yue still looked indifferent, Fan Jian continued, “I tell you, Tianji Good-Fortune Pill requires 300 kinds of herbs to be refined, and the refining process takes at least forty days. Not only that, he “Success rate…”

“Less than 30%.” Lin Yue interrupted him, “Can’t you say something useful?”

“You…then you tell Me, what are useful words.”

Fan Jian was anxious, but Lin Yue calmly let go of Fan Zhenzhen, “For example, those three hundred kinds of herbs, which three hundred kinds are they?”