Chapter 442: The seventh step of the endless battle trick?

The fourth and fourth chapters, the seventh step of the endless war technique?

Is it so easy to become a Nine-Rank Alchemist?

Xiao Fan looked at Li Yu and Qin Mo depressed for a while. He didn't expect the two of them to be so reluctant. If one day they knew that they had no master at all, they didn't know what they would think.

"Little friend, can I study this acupoint map?" Although Xi Lao couldn't hold back his face and worship Xiao Fan as his teacher, he still didn't want to let this opportunity pass.

"Of course it can." Xiao Fan said without hesitation, Xi Lao is an eighth-grade pharmacist, maybe he can discover the mystery between acupuncture points and soul power.

"Thank you." Xi Lao politely said, smiling from ear to ear.

"Let’s go, everyone is not drunk or return today, the Fire Emperor and the others have been waiting for a long time." Xiao Fan smiled and took the lead to walk towards Yunlai Inn.

During the banquet, everyone enjoyed themselves, even if they were ridiculously old, they didn't put on any airs, and they got together with everyone, and they didn't forget to ask Xiao Fan a few questions.

As long as it was medical skills, Xiao Fan had to answer questions, which made Xi Lao even more shocked by Xiao Fan's strength.

"Lao Yun, I have two brothers. I want them to go to Wujianya to learn about the sword's strength. I don't know if it's okay." Xiao Fan suddenly said when he was half drinking.

"Of course, I will arrange it tomorrow." Xiang Rong said without hesitation. As the Great Elder of the Lingdian, he still has this privilege.

"Little wolf, don't you thank Lao Xiang?" Xiao Fan smiled at the crazy wolf.

"Thank you Xianglao." The crazy wolf looked at Xiao Fan gratefully, and gave a small bow to Xiang Rong. Both he and Tiancan were only one step away from the Quadruple Sword Stance. They have always heard that Wujianya is very strange. Naturally, such an opportunity will not be missed.

Although on the surface he was grateful to Xiang Lao, but it was Xiao Fan who was grateful in his heart. He could not forget them. Such a talent is worthy of their brothers to follow.

"Xiao Fan, give you your wine gourd." The Emperor Huo was so drunk that he threw a wine gourd to Xiao Fan.

"Thank you, Senior Fire Sovereign." Xiao Fan glanced at the wine gourd and was slightly shocked. It was filled with Class 6 medicinal wine, which was considered to have met the requirements of the drunkard.

Moreover, the value of this medicinal liquor is immeasurable, and it is estimated that the emperor will vomit blood again.

The banquet lasted until the next morning, when the crowd dispersed. When they left, Xiao Fan leaned in the ears of the fire emperor and whispered: "Brother Huo emperor, did you break through the war emperor?"

The Emperor of Fire grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, then stepped into the air and disappeared at the end of the sky.

"Don't talk, don't talk." Xiao Fan curled his lips and shrugged.

"Little wolf, take your big brother with Xiang Lao." Xiao Fan gave the crazy wolf another look.

"Yes, son." The mad wolf nodded, and not long after, he took Tian Can and followed Xiang Rong to leave. Xiang Rong frowned when he saw Tian Can, and then gave Xiao Fan a deep look.

Xiao Fan knew that Xiang Rong had guessed the identity of Tian Can, but he had not broken it.

"Old Li, do you really want to stay in the Shenzhen Pavilion?" Xiao Fan looked at Li Yudao again.

"Doesn't the senior brother admit that I am an old undead junior?" Li Yu said a little unhappy.

"Senior Brother Li, I need you to help me out in the future." Qin Mo laughed dryly. He first worshipped Master Xiao Fan, and naturally became Li Yu's senior brother. He was able to suppress Li Yu, and he was amused.

After all, for so many years, Li Yuzheng has been responsible for him, and it feels refreshing to stand up as the master.

"Huh, that's natural." Although Li Yu was unhappy with the senior Qin Mo, he still bit his head. After all, he valued his teachers the most.

"Cough cough, then trouble the two younger brothers." Xiao Fan coughed dryly. These two old guys smelled of gunpowder, and it would be bad if they started fighting.

"Brother is polite." The two said a little polite, respecting this "brother".

"I'm leaving for a while, Shen Zhen Pavilion will trouble you." Xiao Fan said, "Xiao Jin, let's go."

Before everyone could react, Xiao Fan turned over and sat on Xiaojin's back. The two turned into a stream of light and disappeared in the direction of the city gate.

At the gate of Nancheng, Xiao Fan was looking for the figure of the drunkard among a group of dilapidated houses. To his disappointment, he did not find any trace of the drunkard.

Did the drunkard really leave after helping himself yesterday?

Probably not, when the drunkard left, he still prepared himself to drink.

"See you in the old place." Suddenly, a misty voice rang in Xiao Fan's ears, and Xiao Fan's eardrum trembled slightly. Isn't this the voice of a drunkard?

"Xiaojin, follow me." Xiao Fan stepped into the air and hurried towards the distance.

At this moment, two figures appeared not far away, looking at the direction Xiao Fan was leaving, revealing an icy light, one of them was bloated and his face was blue and purple.

If Xiao Fan sees it, he will recognize it naturally, isn't this Wei Yuesheng?

As for the other person, he was a thin old man, and the breath he radiated from his body was not much weaker than that of Wei Yue.

"Dare to leave the imperial capital alone, really looking for death! Elder Ning Yu, this time, we have the same goal, I only want Xiao Fan to die, and I don't care about the others." Wei Yuesheng's face was gloomy.

Being humiliated by the drunkard yesterday made him lose face. Although he can't help the drunkard, Xiao Fan didn't care about it.

"Okay." The thin old man nodded. The old man was Ning Yu, the third elder of the Ning family who prevented the fire emperor from killing An Xun last time.

The two glanced at each other, and followed in Xiao Fan's footsteps.

After half a stick of incense, Xiao Fan and Xiao Jin came to a valley, only to find that the drunk man was lying on a stone, basking in the sun.

"Senior, I'm here." Xiao Fan respectfully bowed to the drunkard.

"Why, old man, I can't be your master?" The drunk man glanced at Xiao Fan coldly, and a torrent of weather enveloped Xiao Fan.

Where did Xiao Fan know that the drunkard would be angry when he was angry. He only felt as if he was stuck in the mud and his body could not move.

"Senior, the kid already has a teacher, this time I'm bringing wine to senior." Xiao Fan smiled bitterly, but he had no choice but to beg for mercy.

Xiao Fan had just taken out the wine gourd, and the next moment the wine gourd appeared in the hands of the drunkard. The drunkard took a few sips, and then said: "The wine is good! I know you have worshipped that old man as a teacher, but he I can't care if you worship me as a teacher."

The corner of Xiao Fan's mouth twitched, this drunkard was really domineering, but he was helpless thinking that the drunkard might really be a friend of Bei Lao.

"Xiao Fan has seen the teacher." Xiao Fan took a deep breath, and finally bent down. The drunkard taught himself to comprehend the meaning of killing, and he was already known as a teacher and a student.

"Haha, good disciple." The drunk man suddenly laughed from ear to ear, and between his hands, a stream of light shot towards Xiao Fan. Xiao Fan grabbed it, and there was a dilapidated book in his hand.

"This should be regarded as a teacher's meeting ceremony." The drunk man said lightly, adding another sentence in his heart: "I hope you kid can see the mystery of this book."

"Thank you, teacher." Xiao Fan gave a slight bow. The next moment, he opened the book in his hand and his eyes were instantly dull.

In his eyes, the fonts and pictures on the book seemed to have come to life, and almost at the same time, the endless battle book in his soul sea trembled slightly, and Xiao Fan seemed to see a picture.

Xiao Fan was terrified in his heart and trembled: "This, this is the seventh stage of Infinite Warfare?"