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Chapter 975 Cooperate to refine the eighth-order longevity pill!(2/2)

The refining is over.

Essence, come out!

Dozens of small stoves lined up and floated in the alchemy furnace.

These stoves have the essence of spiritual medicine that has been refined to the extreme.

Zhan Wuque stood up and stood aside.

During the entire alchemy process, he had only the first step to refine the essence and could help Yichenzi with his hands. The rest had to be his own.

Yichenzi's face was rarely solemn.

These spiritual medicines that have extracted essence are not weak in the eighth-level spiritual medicines. As long as the next process goes smoothly, the eighth-level longevity prolonging pill will definitely be achieved!

"Junior brother, take it easy. If there is anything wrong, I will remind you," Zhan Wuque said lightly.

Compared to Yi Chenzi's appearance as if he was facing a great enemy, he seemed much more relaxed.

It's just an eighth-level pill. If he has already broken through the martial spirit, why does Yichenzi need to do it? He can handle it alone.

"Um!"

Yichenzi focuses on the key points.

He felt relieved when he said Zhan Wuque.

Yi Chenzi sat facing the alchemy furnace and threw all his mind into the alchemy furnace.

For a moment, the alchemy room seemed much quieter, with only the slightest breathing of the two of them.

On the other side, the palace.

Princess Wen Yao is preparing for a promotion banquet for Wuque.

Because Zhan Wuque had already said that everything was simple and he didn't want to have too much trouble, Wen Yao did not make a big fuss.

Those who received the news were basically people from the palace, the court, and some well-known family forces in the Tang Dynasty.

"Deputy Commander of the Imperial Army? Do I remember not a man named Wang Yong before? When will the person be replaced?"

Many people who received the news did not know the origin of Zhan Wuque.

The day before yesterday, Master Qinyang was captured by the imperial guards, but Yi Chenzi intervened in it, which covered a lot of Zhan Wuque's limelight. Not many people knew that it was the deputy commander of the imperial guards who took action.

But people outside don’t know, but people in the palace can’t not know.

To this day, Zhan Wuque can be said to be famous in the palace.

Especially the previous case of forcing the seventh prince to kill, other princesses were even more afraid.

Zhan Wuque is the first person to be able to kill the prince under the eyes of Emperor Tang in the palace.

"It seems I have to prepare well and give me a big gift."

The third prince touched his chin, and thought appeared in his eyes.

"The third brother is going?"

The eleventh prince asked.

"Eleventh brother, you and I have underestimated this person's position in the heart of the father. In the future, I am afraid that you and I will not even have the opportunity to get along with this person equally. If you need to look up to me, do you believe it or not?"

The third prince turned his head and asked, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

"It's impossible, how could he grow up to the point where we wait to look up to you?" The Eleventh Prince was shocked.

They are the princes of the Tang Dynasty, and the Tang Dynasty is the heaven of Qingzhou!

In Qingzhou, who can make them look up to it?

They always looked up to Emperor Tang.

"After all, it is an existence that even the saint of Tianshu Holy Land can't help but recruit. I seem to understand the intention of my father."

The third prince's eyes showed contemplation.

"You go back and prepare and attend the banquet with me."

"Remember, when you get there, don't cause trouble, do you hear it?"

The third prince warned severely.

"I heard it," the eleventh prince nodded and turned around and left.

...

The palace is a remote palace with few people and overgrown weeds. It is obvious that no one has cleaned it for a long time.

The seventh prince's biological mother, Concubine Huan, hugged the seventh prince's spiritual position and leaned against the door in a daze.

Since the incident of the Seventh Prince was exposed and he was killed by Zhan Wuque, Concubine Lian was also implicated. In anger, Emperor Tang was removed from his position as a concubine and directly entered the cold palace.

Since then, Concubine Huan’s status has plummeted. After being admitted to the cold palace, no one has ever thought of her again.

"My son, you died so miserably!"

The whimpering cry of Concubine Huan echoed in the empty cold palace, extremely cunning.

"Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guard, if you kill my son, I will take revenge even if I die!"

A strong hatred burst out from Huanfei's red eyes.

But she, a woman, has now been even sent to the cold palace. How can she deal with a deputy commander of the imperial guards?

Concubine Huan remembered someone.

King of Hundred Battles!

"The King of Hundred Wars, only Hundred Wars can avenge my son!"

Concubine Huan's eyes were rejuvenated.

The King of Hundred Zhanshe has no blood relationship with Concubine Huan, and the two are not like Wang Yong. They met in childhood and are childhood sweethearts.

But Concubine Huan's mother once saved the King of Hundred Zhanshe and was very kind to save him.

The King of War has always been avenged with grudges. If you hear the news, you will definitely not stop watching.

Concubine Huan immediately took action and wrote a letter.

In the letter, she deliberately avoided the disadvantages of the seventh prince and described Zhan Wuque as a person who was cheating and killed innocent people indiscriminately.

Soon, the letter was sent out of the palace.

Although Concubine Huan was thrown into the cold palace and had no power, she could still send a letter.

At this time, the King of Hundred Wars was not in Tangdu, but on the border thousands of miles away from Tangdu, there were a bunch of tents.

More than a day had passed when he received the letter.

"The grandson of the benefactor was killed," the King of Hundred Wars slowly put down the letter in his hand.

It is an indisputable fact that no matter who is right or wrong in the letter, the seventh prince is dead.

Since the benefactor's daughter has written to him, he has to go back no matter what.

If it is true as stated in the letter, let alone the deputy commander of the third-rank, even the first-rank minister of the Shangshu, he will be killed without hesitation!

Speaking of the King of Hundred Wars, who doesn’t know about the Tang Dynasty?

The sound outside the border was that he had fought for hundreds of years and won every battle, and he had never lost a single battle. He was later named a first-rank king by the Emperor of Tang. He had the privilege of taking action first and then reporting. Even Emperor of Tang had to give him three points of thine face.

"I want to go back to Tangdu, and you can just hold your troops on the spot."

The King of Hundred Wars placed a corner of the letter in the candlelight on the table. When the letter turned into ashes, the King of Hundred Wars was no longer in the tent, and there were only generals kneeling in a row below.

"The king hasn't returned to Tangdu for almost ten years, right?" a strong man sighed.

"Every time the king goes back, Tang is messed up. This time it seems that there is a good show to watch again," the other person smiled, a little gloating.

The King of Hundred Battles has always led troops outside and does not return to the court easily, so as long as he returns to the court, something will happen.

...

Tangdu Martial Temple Temple.

The quiet and long-lasting sleeping lamp burns quietly in the hall corridor.

The god son Wu Yi was sitting on a chair listening to the spy report the news.

"You mean, he became the deputy commander of the imperial guards?"

Wu Yi's face was calm, as if he asked casually.

"Yes, tomorrow evening, Princess Wen Yao even set up a banquet for him, but the news did not come out, as if someone was deliberately hiding it."

The spy replied.

"I understand, you go down," Wu waved his hand and the spy left with tactful thoughts.

"The Deputy Commander of the Imperial Army, interesting, interesting," Wu Yi grinned, but with a faint coldness in his smile.

"Only when the strength reaches a certain level, you will understand what power is just the past. The only thing you can rely on forever!"
Chapter completed!
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