"Even those hidden Taoist sects have not produced five elixir patterns?" Wang Le asked.

Ji Yinzi was stunned at first, and then replied hesitantly: "Maybe there is one!"

At this time, Ji Yang followed the jig and said, "It is rumored that the master of Guixu Temple is an amazing elixir master. I don't know whether it is true or false."

A glimmer flashed in Wang Le's eyes, and he couldn't help but first contact with the pill was when he was healing Mr. Mu.

At that time, Mr. Mu had a residual pill in his body.

And this remaining pill was made by Xiaoyaozi, the master of Guixu Temple, and the purpose was to save Mr. Mu, who was about to be seriously injured at that time.

As for how many pill patterns this pill has, Wang Le did not find it when he discovered it through perspective.

After all, the pill has been in Mr. Mu's body for decades, and the effect has been exhausted and no longer complete.

Thinking of this, Wang Le smiled and said to Ji Yinzi: "Senior Xiaoyaozi should be a master of elixir."

"Oh? How did you know?" Ji Yinzi asked unexpectedly.

Wang Le did not hide it, and told roughly what he knew.

After listening to it, Ji Yinzi couldn't help but say regretfully: "It's a pity that the Lord of Guixu Temple has been missing for many years, and people all think that he has turned into a Tao and returned to his silence."

Wang Le nodded without objection, but obviously did not think so in his heart. After all, on the way back to Nanhuaguan, he had met the previous generation of the first person in the martial arts world, the Palace Master of Bidou Palace in Nanfeng Town.

That is an old antique from hundreds of years ago, and now it is still lively and hidden in the city!

Wang Lecai doesn't believe that Xiaoyaozi, the number one in contemporary martial arts, would be so early to burp.

As his thoughts changed, Wang Le talked back to the previous topic and asked with pure curiosity: "How powerful is the medicine to be made with nine-grade pills with nine elixir patterns?"

Ji Yinzi smiled and replied: "According to ancient books, the ninth-grade elixir was a legend even before the great changes in the world and the environment of heaven and earth. Only Lao Li Dan, who had refined it thousands of years ago."

"Uh!" Wang Le was speechless and couldn't help but complain to himself: "It's me again, it turns out that all the legends in the martial arts world were contracted by him!"

Just as Wang Le kept muttering in his heart, Ji Yinzi continued: "It is said that on the day when I succeed in refining elixirs, once there are nine-grade elixirs in the elixirs released, it will cause thunder tribulation."

"Hiss, thunder tribulation?" Wang Le couldn't help but gasp, and his scalp became even more numb, because under this great power of heaven and earth, he was really too small and not worth mentioning at all.

Ji Yinzi nodded and said, "Only the ninth grade pills that have experienced the thunder tribulation are the real ninth grade, and their medicinal effects are extremely effective without a single point."

"Of course, these are only found in ancient books and legends, and now they can only be remembered and admired by you, me and other descendants."

After a pause, Ji Yinzi changed his tone and said to Wang Le with a smile: "The second-grade Fuyuan Dan I gave you is very effective in restoring mana in the body of the Heavenly Level Power, but I can't guarantee what the effect will be for an alternative existence like you."

"So next, I will open the treasure house of the view for you, where there are enough source stones to restore your mana and restore your peak state."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le shook his head without hesitation and refused to be kind, "I believe that this Fuyuan Pill is enough. It will take only a few days to recover to its peak state."

At this time, Ji Yinzi curled his smile and said with a serious face: "Don't refuse. If it weren't for Xiaole, you turned the tide at the critical moment of life and death, the entire Nanhuaguan would have been blood-stained by the three nuns of Cihang Jingzhai, and now it has turned into ruins!"

After a pause, Ji Yinzi looked at Wang Le seriously and continued: "If you don't talk about this little source stone, you can reward Xiaole with the entire treasure house of Nanhuaguan as a reward!"

Wang Le raised his eyebrows and looked at Ji Yinzi with a smile and said, "Master Master, even if you give me the treasure house, I won't dare, let alone accept it!"

Ji Yinzi showed a deep disappointment on his face, and he smiled bitterly with regret: "It seems that you don't want to take on the burden of Nanhuaguan."

Wang Le smiled slightly and replied: "The boy is not responsible for the revival of Nanhua Temple. I believe there is no shortage of such talents in the temple."

Ji Yinzi shook his head and said, "Although there are such talents, they still can't do without the strength of yours."

"After all, in this martial arts world, strength is the fundamental one. Without strength, other talents are just mirages without foundation, vulnerable!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Le replied with a serious and serious face: "As long as someone gets your recognition from the head master in the future and takes over as Nanhuaguan, I will be his backing!"

Before Ji Yinzi could speak, Wang Le followed and said: "As long as I am there, there will be a place for Nanhuaguan in the central area of ​​the martial arts world!"

Speaking of this, Wang Le suddenly grinned and said, "This is because of the magical artifact butterfly, which gives the boy such confidence. Otherwise, he would never dare to boast about such a Haikou."

Ji Yinzi was stunned and said, "What you mean is..."

Before Ji Yinzi finished speaking, Ji Yang asked speechlessly: "Sun son, don't you want to hand over the artifact butterfly?"

Wang Le smiled and asked back without answering, "If my grandson handed over the artifact butterfly back to Nanhuaguan, who can use it?"

"Uh!" Ji Yinzi and Ji Yang were speechless. Now, no one in the entire Nanhua Temple can use the artifact butterfly except Wang Le.

At this time, Wang Le curled his lips and spread his hands to the two of them, "It's better to put it in my place instead of putting it in the treasure house as a decoration."

Before the two of them could object, Wang Le showed a hint of embarrassment on his face and further explained: "Isn't this a kid who has entered the martial arts world since he has been involved in the martial arts world and has been involved in too many enemies. If he has a magical artifact butterfly, he can be more confident."

Ji Yang rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "You kid are good at everything, but you are too killing, and you can almost catch up with your master."

After a pause, Ji Yang changed his tone and said, "But it hasn't been long since you came to the martial arts world. Even if you can cause trouble, you won't offend those old monsters at the heavenly level. You have to use the artifact butterflies to save your life, right?"

Wang Le touched his nose with a strange expression and remained silent.

"Uh!" Ji Yang and Ji Yinzi changed their faces instantly when they saw Wang Le's default appearance. It turned out that there was really a Tian-level monster in the enemy that this kid had gotten into!
Chapter completed!