They didn't expect that in order to win over Fang Yu, they were even willing to take out the Nine Turns Huangquan Pill that had come back from the dead.

For cultivators, this elixir is equivalent to saving one's life!

As for whether it can really be brought back to life, no one knows. Because this thing is so precious, few people have used it.

But......

The alchemist who refined it, his status, and the efforts he put in all proved the importance of this Nine Turns Huangquan Pill.

Just when he thought no one was fighting with him—

Someone else stood up and said with a smile:

"Friend, you're really generous...... But you may not know that Mr. Fang is not only a Saint-level physician, but also a master-level alchemist. As far as I know, Mr. Fang once refined the Eight-Rank Soul Condensing Pill on the third floor of a hotel, and he possessed the elixir of spiritual wisdom, and even attracted Dan Lei. It is important to note that...... Mr. Fang only took about an hour to refine this eight-rank pill, and there was no loss of life and essence blood. This illustrates...... Mr. Fang's talent is much higher than that Master Mu, and I believe that it won't be long before Mr. Fang will become an even more powerful alchemy master than Master Mu!"

As soon as this statement came out.

There was silence.

The reason why they came here was to win over Fang Yu.

It was nothing more than because Fang Yu was a Saint-level physician.

The word "Holy Order" is enough to make the major sects ready to move.

No one paid attention to Fang Yu's other identity, an alchemist.

Listen to this man.

Everyone quickly pondered.

It is not impossible to be able to refine the eight-rank pill and become a nine-rank pill in the future, or even the holy rank, and he is young and has a lot of time to work hard. This is a great possibility!

Saint-Order Physicians, and Saint-Order Alchemists?

As long as you're not stupid, you know what that means.

At this very moment-

Tuoba Xue'er stood up and said proudly: "You fools with eyes and no beads, Brother Yu is more than an eight-grade alchemist. My life is cured by Brother Yu...... He has refined a medicine that glows, have you ever seen it......?" Buns with colorful medicinal ...... After I ate it, my illness was cured!"

The audience was in an uproar.

Talk.

"Isn't Tuoba Yong's daughter crazy for change? It is said that it is caused by dantian...... Seeking medical advice everywhere was not cured. She was actually cured by Mr. Fang?"

"If what she said is true, then Mr. Fang's refining grade is definitely not below the eighth grade. ”

"Didn't she just say that? That's the characteristic of the elixir that only has the Nine Grades of Spiritual Wisdom. ”

"Princess Tuoba has no reason to lie, Bai Ze wants to win over Mr. Fang, there is no reason to praise him!"

Think about it this way.

The crowd felt justified.

For a while, they thought about it.

Saint-rank physician, plus the identity of a future saint-rank alchemist.

These two identities are not what the original weights can pull together.

After a short silence.

Zhang Yue'er of the Xuanmen Gate bowed again and said, "I didn't expect that Mr. Fang was not only a saint-level physician, but also a sect refining master...... Yue'er has never worshipped anyone in her life, and Mr. Fang is definitely the first person Yue'er worships. If Mr. does not dislike it, Yue'er is willing to follow Mr. and work hard to learn art and alchemy. From now on, I will be a cow and a horse, and I will serve Mr. “

“......”

The crowd was speechless.

This is said more bluntly, and it is almost a matter of making a personal promise.

Hearing this, Tuoba Xue'er scolded in a low voice: "The fox spirit, I don't know shame at all. ”

But the Xuanmen didn't pay attention to Tuoba Xue'er at all.

As long as Fang Yu can be wooed, what's the point of caring about this?

The envoy of the Wind Sword Sect said loudly:

"I thought about it for a moment, what that benevolent brother said just now was right, how could the Sword of the Wind Chaser be worthy of Mr. Shang's identity? As long as Mr. Fang is willing, I think the Sect Master will definitely give his sword to Mr. Fang!"

"Cut! You can't replace your suzerain master and draw a big pie. Besides...... Mr. Fang is a saint-level physician, and he still cares about what kind of weapon, if he comes to our Blood Sword Hall, the master of the Blood Sword Hall will be at the disposal of Mr. Fang! In addition, all the medicinal materials that our Blood Sword Hall has now can belong to Mr. Fang!"

The weights are getting bigger.

There was a lot of noise in the hall.

"Isn't this normal? Mr. Fang should have all the medicinal herbs wherever he goes...... If you can't give anything better, don't fart...... As long as Mr. Fang comes to our Giant Sword Gate. As long as it is not against the rules of the sect, we will agree to any of Mr. Fang's conditions!"

Any conditions!

There is no lower limit to this.

"Fart! The Giant Sword Gate is full of a group of big men, Mr. Fang has come to your side, do you want to let you rough men take care of it?"

"It's like there's some woman in your Blood Sword Hall......"

"That's better than you. At least Mr. Fang has come to our side, from eating and living to cultivation, the Blood Sword Hall will take care of everything!"

"You're the fart!"

"Fuck your shit!"

Scold!

Under the arguments.

The atmosphere became tense and began to draw swords against each other.

That's when it happened.

Smack.

Fang Yu slapped the table and stood up.

The entire hall became extremely quiet, and pins could be heard.

Everyone looked at Fang Yu.

Fang Yu's eyes swept over the audience, and said loudly: "I have received your wishes...... I'm used to being free. Not very fond of bondage. Therefore, I will not go to the invitation of your seventy-two sects. “

"Why?" someone suddenly asked.

Fang Yu glanced at the man with a smile and said:

"Have you ever thought about it...... Even if I go to one of your sects. Who among you can guarantee that other more powerful sects will not attack me. There is a good saying, if you are not of my race, your heart will be different. If you can't get it, the best way is to destroy it. Don't say that I look down on you seventy-two sects, the five major shrines, any hall master of wind, thunder, darkness, ice and fire, dig into your corners...... Do you dare to resist?"

Everyone fell silent and said nothing.

In front of the five major temples, the seventy-two sects are just jokes.

The five hall masters are all veritable heavenly powerhouses.

Moreover, their attributes are distinct, and under each temple, there are many strong people who respect the heavens and the Zhou heavens......

This force is far from what they can resist.

That's when —

Fan Wenxuan said: "Mr. Fang's words are wrong...... Our seventy-two sects were originally subordinate to the five great temples. No matter which sect Mr. Fang joined, he was serving the Five Great Divine Temples. If the lord of the temple wants people like us, of course we are willing to let them go, and people go to higher places. Is the golden scale a thing in the pool, and when the wind and clouds change into the dragon, it is a matter of time before Mr. Fang steps into the five great temples...... Before that, we sincerely hope that Mr. Fang can join the sect. At least one day in the future, the sect and Mr. Fang will be able to leave a strong mark in the history of cultivators. ”

Fang Yuhu looked over suspiciously.

Seeing Fan Wenxuan's smile on his face, that smile had a feeling of ambition.

"I still say that...... I'm used to being free. If you have to give me something...... It's okay, I'm not greedy, but I'm not stupid either. There is no reason not to give me good things!"

"......" everyone was stunned.

"Mr. Fang really doesn't want to join the Seventy-Two Sects?"

I just finished saying that.

On the second floor, Ye Wenjun's faint voice came-

"Fang Yu won't join any sect. This is the last time to repeat the answer. If you don't hear clearly, turn around and leave!"

(End of chapter)