Many alchemists looked at the Death Demon Commander with instinctive awe.

The leader of the Death Demon has extremely strong cultivation, is ruthless and murderous, and no one dares to offend him. Even some old monsters who transform into gods are reluctant to offend this person.

Many alchemists said hello to the leader of the dead demon, but they were all coldly driven away by this man, who refused to accept them and was unkind.

But when Ning Fan appeared on the fifth floor, the stern-faced Death Demon Commander suddenly showed a respectful look and knelt down to Ning Fan, showing respect from the bottom of his heart.

"The Death Demon Guard leads the Death Demon, and I have met Ming Zun! Thank you Ming Zun for your kindness in rescuing the troll!"

As soon as he knelt down, the hundred demon guards behind him all knelt down and saluted Ning Fan.

"No need to be polite." Ning Fan nodded with a calm expression.

The dignified old monster in the late stage of divine transformation knelt down and bowed to people. This scene shocked countless people.

Many people were immediately shocked when their eyes fell on Ning Fan, and they suddenly understood why the always cold Death Demon was respectful to Ning Fan.

Some young alchemists who had just entered Beiliang and did not know Ning Fan's appearance were shocked and asked their companions,

"Who is this young man in white? How can he make a late-stage god-transformation monk kneel down and worship him!"

"What? You don't even know him! He is Zhou Ming, the one who killed the leader of Shi Le Kingdom!"

"What! He is Zhou Ming. He is so young, only five hundred years old, and he can kill Qiuxu!"

A series of shocking sounds spread throughout the fifth floor.

Some alchemists who didn't know Ning Fan also remembered Ning Fan's appearance at this moment, and told themselves in their hearts that they must not provoke this person.

In a certain elixir shop, an old Taoist with tattered robes had a playful look in his eyes at this moment.

He was dirty and dirty, his white beard and white hair were messy, and he looked like a slovenly man. On his chest was a badge of the third rank of Yudian, which seemed to come from the Eight Hundred Xiu Kingdom.

His cultivation seems to be in the late Nascent Soul stage, and is a bit frivolous. The elixirs he sells are good and bad, but they are all very expensive, and no one cares about them.

"Is this boy the immortal fire body? Hmm... The medicine soul is not weak, he is an advanced level five, but the alchemy path seems to be quite complicated, including the river path, the three clear path, the blood burning path... This guy is too many but not good. If he wants to reach the sixth level,

But there’s still a lot left to be desired…”

The old Taoist muttered to himself and shook his head, as if Ning Fan's alchemy skills were not worth mentioning in his eyes.

But his cloudy eyes suddenly trembled, as if he sensed some aura from Ning Fan, and then a glint of light flashed through him.

The momentum in that moment was almost as strong as that of the old monster Taixu, but no one noticed it!

"This is... black magic flame!"
Chapter completed!