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Chapter 947 The Death of the Seventh-grade Alchemist (Part 2)

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    "Teacher, please see, President Meng doesn't take us seriously at all."

    The middle-aged man was walking and talking in a arrogant way.

    The old man who walked out of the Alchemist Guild Hall angrily due to Meng Jing's cold attitude became even more annoyed when he heard Xiao Li's words.

    He is a seventh-grade alchemist. How has he ever been treated like this?

    ¡°You have to say, just scold a person in front of him.

    Maybe he really did something wrong.

    But in front of so many alchemists, scolding him, a seventh-grade alchemist, where can you put his old face?

    It¡¯s too much, it¡¯s really too much!

    "However, if it were anyone else, he would probably get furious immediately.

    But when facing that young man.

    NoI don¡¯t know why I feel so weak.

    I always feel that the young man at that time was like a monster that could not see the abyss, and its strength was unfathomable.

    "Teacher, teacher?"

    Seeing that he had not listened to his words, the middle-aged man was very angry.

    He just couldn¡¯t figure out why the teacher didn¡¯t do anything just now.

    How could a mere brat be his teacher¡¯s opponent?

    But what he didn¡¯t know was that for the seventh-grade alchemist, Meng Jing had not refined the final elixir.

    Just by refining it to that stage, it is enough to show that the opponent's strength is not simple.

    I¡¯m afraid that young man¡¯s alchemy level is not just that of a sixth-grade alchemist.

    It¡¯s hard to say that many people of his age have a higher level of medicine refining.

    He really wanted to ask who was the teacher behind this little guy.

    At a young age, you can use the level of refining the potion to the same strength. It can be seen that the teacher behind him is also extremely not simple.

    Especially the medicine refining technique, he vaguely felt like he had seen it somewhere.

    But I can¡¯t tell.

    It seems like a long time old guy.

    That old guy seems to be the first president of the Alchemist Alliance Association in their kingdom.

    But I think it¡¯s impossible. Nearly a thousand years have passed since their first president.

    Within a thousand years, people would have died long ago, and whether the bones can even be preserved is another matter.

    But that old guy is the first alchemist to reach the ninth level since the establishment of the Alchemist Alliance Association in their kingdom.

    That was something that shocked the entire continent!

    It was also the most glorious moment for their kingdom¡¯s Alchemist Alliance Association.

    But then

    The seventh-grade alchemist sighed silently and waved his hand. The middle-aged man who had been arguing endlessly in his ears had no choice but to leave quickly with a gloomy face.

    Looking at the middle-aged man¡¯s leaving figure, the seventh-grade alchemist¡¯s eyelids twitched, vaguely aware that something big was going to happen.

    After feeling helpless, the seventh-grade alchemist rubbed his brows, returned to the room, and took out the spiritual stone that Meng Jing had given him before.

    The ice-blue spirit stone exudes pure spiritual energy, and the rich and warm spiritual energy surrounds the seventh-grade alchemist.

    He couldn't help but slowly closed his eyes, and the tired look disappeared at that moment.

    The effect emitted by this spirit stone is so satisfying.

    ¡°As his disciple said, the more beautiful things are, the more poisonous they are.

    He didn't believe it at all.

    And, he didn¡¯t give up on absorbing it.

    If you can absorb such a good thing at once, where can you get another one like this?

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? do not know.

    When the seventh-grade alchemist was resting with his eyes closed, the middle-aged man who had not gone far gently pushed the door open and entered without waking up the seventh-grade alchemist who had fallen asleep.

    But as he walked in and saw the spiritual stone in the hand of the seventh-grade alchemist, his eyes widened and he cursed in his heart.

    "You old guy, no wonder you're facing that little thing like this."

    "We collected such good things together."

    He is not a fool, how could he not see what a good thing the spiritual stone in his teacher's hand is." Moreover, the pure spiritual energy emanating from it is far more powerful than the spiritual stones they took as bets before.

    It seems that it cannot be measured at the same level.

    But nothing more

    "Teacher, don't blame me. The blame is that you trust an outsider and refuse to trust your students."

    The middle-aged man had a cold face and smiled silently, and then a small green insect appeared in his palm.

    This little green bug, if you read it correctly, is exactly the same as the little bug that was inside the Lingyu Vine before.

    But at this moment, this little green insect is emitting a faint poisonous gas.

    The middle-aged man flicked his finger, and the small green insect quickly fell onto the spirit stone.

    Then, he quickly sank into the spirit stone.

    next moment.

    The spiritual stone that was originally extremely pure, then became extremely turbid, and the surface of the spiritual stone also exuded a faint poisonous gas.

    But the seventh-grade alchemist didn't notice this and was still slowly absorbing it.

    With a little bit of absorption, the hand touching the surface of the spiritual stone gradually turned green

    ?Then, there is the expression

    Then

    The seventh-grade alchemist who was quietly sleeping suddenly woke up and saw his hands turning green.

    Especially the spiritual stone in his hand, which was also surrounded by a layer of poisonous gas, he was so frightened that he threw away the spiritual stone in his hand.

    His face became frightened, and he wanted to shout eagerly, but found that something seemed to be blocking his throat.

    Suddenly, a sound of footsteps approached.

    It was accompanied by a burst of sneer.

    "Teacher, are you awake?"

    "What's wrong? Is this a nightmare?"

    The middle-aged man slowly walked towards the seventh-grade alchemist, glanced down at the spirit stone thrown on the ground, and smiled.

    "Oh, teacher, I have warned you a long time ago."

    "The more beautiful things are, the more poisonous they are. Why don't you listen?"

    The seventh-grade alchemist looked horrified at the same time, but he quickly reacted. His throat, which was already difficult to make a sound, was rolling up and down.

    Word by word, it came out hoarsely and slowly from the old man's mouth with difficulty.

    "It was you did it right?"

    In order to be able to say these words completely from his mouth, the seventh-grade alchemist simply omitted the name he used to call this middle-aged man.

    Of course, this also took away a lot of his strength, and there was already a layer of sweat on his forehead.

    The middle-aged man looked surprised. A person who had been poisoned by himself could still speak.

    ¡°As expected of his teacher, he is really powerful.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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