Sign In For A Hundred Years, Gou Cheng, The Ancestor Of Sect

Chapter 74 Isn’t it a good baby?

“The next thing…whoo-” Dong Jia took a deep breath.

“That power seems to have become very vigorous, not only me, but everyone in my hometown has felt it, so everyone has become very strong, and the level is constantly ascending.”

“Then… It’s Purgatory on Earth…”

Dong Jia’s eyes were full of fear.

“They are all fighting… all of them… like the people in the border town I met before, killing each other like emotionless people.”

“Then they put their target on me. Of course I can’t let them hurt me. I dodge their attacks while calling their names, but they…have no reaction at all…”

“No way, I can only fight back. Then I got rid of them and stood at the highest point of the village, looking at my hometown…like a purgatory on earth.”

Speaking of this, Dong Jia covered his own cheeks: “There is no way, they are killing each other without humanity, I can only choose… kill them, help them solve their pain, and then burn the hometown with a fire. .”

Speaking of the back, Dong Jia’s voice was already trembling, like a crumbling tower.

Everyone didn’t know how to comfort Dong Jia, so they could only listen to his story in silence.

After the matter was finished, Zhao Fei turned around, looked at the smooth road ahead, and said, “Let’s go on.”

Continue to move forward, whether it is the road under your feet or your life, you must move forward.

Dong Jia understood this. He didn’t look at the crowd, turned his head to look at the scenery outside, and then nodded and said, “Well, go ahead.”

…

Xihecheng.

Half a month later, everyone finally came to Xihe City. Dongfang Art wanted Zhao Fei to go with him to Changjingzhai. When he saw his father and Sect Leader, Zhao Fei looked disgusted and said that he was not interested. Stop pestering yourself.

“Don’t, Zhao Fei, your superb skills should be carried forward, you can’t hold back forever,” Dongfang Yi said again, “do you have a master who taught you pill refining? If not, my father and aunt I’m all happy to help.”

Zhao Fei was speechless, and just wanted to take pictures of Fei Shuabao’s Oriental Art: “Sorry, someone taught me pill refining. It’s Huangfu Lu from Wantianzong Danyuan, you know.”

In this wave, Zhao Fei won. Huangfulu and Dongfangping’s strengths are almost the same, or even higher, but Zhuge Li’s strength is much higher than the others: No way, Zhuge Li is an elder. The strength is naturally stronger.

Zhao Fei secretly said again: “I will send someone to give you the liquid medicine in the future, don’t worry, it won’t show up.”

Oriental Art said: “No problem!”

Before long, Dongfang Art arranged the place where Sun Ting’an lived, and introduced it to his father and Zhuge Li, saying that he was an owner patient. Zhao Fei took the opportunity to slip out of Xihe City with Dong Jia and went to Wan Tianzong. .

The last point of Oriental Art’s cautious thinking to introduce Zhao Fei to his father and Zhuge Li ended in failure.

Just kidding, those pill refining masters are foxes for thousands of years. Zhao Fei can’t guarantee that he can play with those people, so he is better off.Changjingzhai.

In the evening, Dongfang Yi struggled for a while, and still walked into Dongfangping’s room, trying to tell him something: it was about the liquid medicine.

In fact, Dongfangping and Zhuge Li are very happy to comment on this situation: taking the initiative to treat patients and being responsible for the end, this can best hone the patience of a pill refining teacher. After all, in the years to come, the pill refining teacher must be in the pill. Lunch in the refining room may last for half a month, and it is impossible to do a little without exceeding the endurance of ordinary people.

“Father.” Dongfang Yi knocked on the door and entered, and bowed slightly to Dongfangping, courtesy quite thoughtful.

Dongfang Ping nodded. His son has always been trained according to everyone’s standards. Otherwise, how would he take over Chang Jingzhai in the future and said, “What’s wrong? It’s so late, is there any pill refining problem?”

“No,” Dongfang Yi shook his head, “I want to talk to my father about the magical bottle of Foundation Building liquid medicine.”

“Have you explored it?!” Dongfang Ping’s first reaction was this. During the journey of experience, by chance, he refined the liquid medicine that he had described, but he couldn’t find anything else. The reason to convince myself is why Oriental Art mentioned this at this point in time.

To his regret, Dongfang Art immediately shook his head and said that he had not refined such a liquid medicine. Dongfang Ping sighed in disappointment. Then Dongfang Art didn’t hang Dongfang Ping and said his true purpose.

“Father, I wonder if you still have contact with Uncle Huangfulu?”

Dongfang Art’s questions are endless, making Dongfangping unclear why he asked. He knew that Huangfulu’s level was better than his own in pill refining. He still had to deal with Changjingzhai’s chores, and Huangfulu only needed to concentrate on pill refining.

And that kind of medicinal liquid was definitely not made by Huangfulu. Huangfulu and he were both brought up by Zhuge Li. Any new achievements will be shown to Zhuge Li. After a little evaluation, he will improve them or sell them directly. This is the habit of the two. One won’t. The habit of changing, even now Huangfulu still does this in Wantianzong.

If it is really Huangfulu, then he will show it to Zhuge Li. Huangfulu is not the kind of person who knows how to make intestines, and can only move forward step by step. So it can never be Huangfulu.

“Always in contact, why? Do you think the liquid medicine was refined by Huangfulu?” Dongfang Ping’s mood has been calmed down, because he knows the answer to this question.

Dongfang Yi hesitated for a moment, and solemnly nodded his head: “Yes, children think that that kind of magical Foundation Building liquid medicine is likely to be the masterpiece of Uncle Huangfulu.”

Seeing that Dongfang Yi said so, he said, “Is there any evidence.”

Dongfang Yi answered decisively: he would not betray Zhao Fei.

“No.”

“There is no evidence or clues, it is directly identified as Huangfu Lu?”

“Yes.”

Dongfangping told his son: “It’s not Huangfulu, I guess the direction is wrong.” Then he told Dongfang Yi what he knew.

Dongfang Yi didn’t expect that his father and the famous Huangfulu were actually like good babies in front of Sect Leader Zhuge Li. It was incredible, and we could only give up, no longer suspect that it was Huangfulu.

But another hypothesis was put forward: “Father… is it possible that it was a student of Wan Tianzong taught by Uncle Huangfu Lu?”

Dongfangping did not answer immediately. It is not uncommon to have enchanted geniuses since ancient times. If you just look at this situation, what Dongfang Art says is naturally possible, but there has been an Oriental Art in the world, and there may be others. NS?

The answer is that it is possible. The direct impact is that the talent of Oriental Art is not as high as I thought, and the real genius has just emerged.

Dongfangping didn’t know at this moment whether he could accept the conclusion he had come up with.

He could only wave his hand and said to Dongfang Yi: “We will discuss this later, and you will go all the way to rest.”