Ever since Zhao Yufan defeated Master Yunlong, alchemists would visit him every day.
Even if he didn't meet, these alchemists would stay at the door, sometimes all night long.
As friends of Zhao Yufan, Han Bingyue and others also encountered entanglement.
They had no choice but to sneak around when they went out, just like thieves.
"Sword Demon, can you think of a way to send those alchemists away?"
Tie Yunshan looked at Zhao Yufan blankly and yelled, hoping to wake up Zhao Yufan from deep thought.
Zhao Yufan frowned and thought deeply.
He heard an explosion in his ears and looked helplessly at Tieyun Mountain, then fell into deep thought again.
Tie Yunshan circled around Zhao Yufan, and the other people stared at Zhao Yufan in silence.
They didn't know what Zhao Yufan was thinking, but their moods followed the changes of his eyebrows, sometimes relaxed and sometimes nervous.
After a long time, Zhao Yufan had no reaction.
Canyue frowned slightly, walked up to Zhao Yufan, grabbed his hair unceremoniously, lifted it up, and sneered: "You want to die, what are you thinking about?"
"I miss you."
Zhao Yufan shrank his neck, escaping from the clutches of the moon, and added: "It's impossible to miss you.
I'm not glass either."
"What glass" Cangyue stared blankly at Zhao Yufan with her big eyes.
"Glass is" After thinking for a moment, Zhao Yufan explained: "It is when two people of the same gender enter the bridal chamber."
Hearing this, several people in the room were stunned.
Canyue's face turned red, she snorted angrily and ignored him.
"Chu Ming, we will return to Qinglan Sect in a few days."
Hearing this, several people were stunned again.
This news caught them off guard.
Even Han Bingyue and others did not expect it.
"So fast?"
Chu Ming was surprised, full of doubts, but with his character, he would never ask why.
Between Xueyu and Qinglan Sect, Xueyu was naturally safer, and several people didn't understand why he left in a hurry.
Returning to Qinglan Sect is undoubtedly asking for trouble.
"You are so anxious to return to the Qinglan Sect because you want to die," Lin Yu said sarcastically, with a look of dissatisfaction.
Although the other people were speechless, their ideas were basically the same as Lin Yu's.
"Strong people need to face difficulties instead of running away from them" Zhao Yufan said something very narcissistically, which left everyone speechless, and even felt that it made some sense.
Seeing that everyone was silent, he continued to talk: "I have been busy with various things recently and wasted a lot of time.
On the occasion of returning to Qinglan Sect, we should also practice hard."
Suddenly, everyone understood what he meant.
He was not eager to return to Qinglan Sect, but eager to improve his strength.
A sense of shame appeared on everyone's faces.
Zhao Yufan was so strong but he still didn't forget to practice.
However, they obviously didn't have Zhao Yufan's strength, but they almost forgot to practice.
Before leaving, Zhao Yufan decided to deal with some things.
First, he found King Hanxue and gave him three pages of paper, which contained information on how to improve the living standards of the people in the Snow Land.
Three pieces of thin paper are like ten thousand pounds.
King Hanxue held three pieces of paper.
He felt that these three pieces of paper weighed ten thousand kilograms.
Every word here was worth thousands of gold.
Just three words can give the people in the snowy land a better living space.
That kind of The gratitude cannot be described in words.
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He took a few steps forward, put his hands on Zhao Yufan's shoulders, and almost shed tears from his excited eyes, "Thank you, I thank you on behalf of the people in the Snowy Land, thank you for your selflessness, thank you."
Zhao Yufan's eyes seemed to be smiling, and he was smiling happily.
The reason for the smile was not that he could make the emperor of the empire grateful, but that he could help the hungry and cold people.
"Why do you want to help?"
God King Hanxue was puzzled.
He could understand helping, but he was a little confused about helping selflessly.
Zhao Yufan touched the mask and replied boldly: "I don't want benefits."
Looking at the tall back of the sword demon leaving, King Hanxue smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Zhao Yufan left.
He originally wanted to leave quietly, but someone leaked the news.
The people who saw him off were lined up for more than ten miles, and the scene was extremely spectacular.
The way people say goodbye is very special: shouting every five steps, kneeling every ten steps What he shouted was: Long live the Sword Demon.
What is kneeling is: life-saving grace.
Zhao Yufan and his team walked ten miles for a full day.
King Hanxue, Master Chu Ming, and Master Long Yun sent him away ten miles away, but still had no intention of going back.
It was getting late, and God King Hanxue said: "If it doesn't work, let's go back first."
Ten miles is not far, for a warrior it only takes a few dozen minutes.
They couldn't go back.
If they went back, they would still have to walk ten miles tomorrow.
If this cycle continued, it would be impossible for them to leave the snowy area.
Zhao Yufan shook his head and said firmly: "No, I will stay here tonight and continue walking tomorrow."
Looking ten miles ahead, there is still a surging flow of people, and the line to see them off is increasing instead of decreasing.
It is estimated that tomorrow they will have to endure the ceremony of shouting every five steps and kneeling every ten steps.
Seeing Zhao Yufan sighing and looking in pain, everyone also sighed and was extremely speechless.
Shouting every five steps and kneeling every ten steps was originally a very honorable thing, but in Zhao Yufan's eyes, it seemed to become trouble.
If other people enjoy this kind of treatment, they wish they would never come to an end, but he is just the opposite.
Master Yunlong has been following Zhao Yufan and constantly asking him for knowledge on alchemy, but Zhao Yufan stubbornly refused.
An old fox is an old fox after all.
Soon, Master Yunlong noticed.
He walked up to Zhao Yufan, smiled slightly, and said in a low voice: "Do you want to avoid these people for a while?"
Staring at Master Yunlong, Zhao Yufan felt helpless and said, "What conditions do you have?"
"Answer me a question."
Master Yunlong looked at Zhao Yufan with a smirk.
When he nodded in agreement, he said, "I know a remote road that can avoid the crowd, but that road is full of dangers."
"What do you want to ask?"
Zhao Yufan asked.
"How did you refine so many elixirs?"
"Although you are a senior, your alchemy skills are really not that good."
"Cough, cough, cough."
Hearing this, Master Yunlong coughed violently.
There are all kinds of strange methods for making alchemy.
The level of the method is the same as the level of martial arts.
The method he used was the Xuan level method.
There are no more than ten people in the Zimang Empire who can use higher-level techniques, and there are only a few thousand people who can use Xuan-level techniques.
More advanced alchemists can only use yellow-level techniques, and most alchemists use are all basic techniques.
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Now that he heard that Zhao Yufan had devalued the Xuan-level skills that countless people envied as worthless, he stared and said seriously: "My skills are definitely very brilliant."
"Fashionable."
Zhao Yufan curled his lips, took out a piece of paper from his arms, handed it to Master Yunlong, and said casually: "This is the alchemy technique I use.
You can learn it yourself."
The corner of his mouth twitched, and Master Yunlong's hands trembled in fear.
He almost threw the paper away.
What did this guy mean?
Why did you give him such a precious thing?
Judging from his indifferent tone, it seemed that his alchemy skills were rubbish. ,But: