Yue Lin came to Pan Shan's room and bowed to Pan Shan, "I don't know why the Venerable Sir is looking for me?"
"What does the Alchemist Master look like?" Pan Shan asked, "Tell me about it in detail.
I have a Bi Yi Fruit that can help a cultivator break through to the Qi Refining Stage.
If you say it, this Bi Yi Fruit is yours. "
For him, the Bi Yi Fruit was useless.
Even the outer disciples of the Lihua Sect started their cultivation from the Qi Refining Stage.
He snatched it from another cultivator when he brought the Lihua Sect's disciples out for training, and kept it in his interspatial ring.
People like Yue Lin would not tell the truth if he did not give him some benefits.
Yue Lin's face was full of joy, he was extremely excited, "Yes, I will tell the Venerable Sir in detail."
With the Bi Yi Fruit, he could reach the real cultivation level.
What the Old Ancestor was hiding was the real cultivation level, and how to reach the real cultivation level.
Since the emergence of various sects and hidden clans, the Old Ancestor announced that he would go into seclusion.
The Old Ancestor was afraid of losing face and being suppressed by the various sects and reclusive clans. He would lose all his face.
"That Alchemist Master is a celestial being with a high cultivation level."
Now that he thought about it, the Alchemist Master knew what real cultivation was, and he must have taught the Feng family.
He wanted to become a true cultivator before the people of the Feng Family.
Yue Lin casually mentioned a person, but Pan Shan thought of Fung Ya-hsien. The two of them were not thinking of the same person.
Pan Shan subconsciously thought that the Alchemist Master was Fung Ya-hsien, so he naturally thought so.
"The Alchemist Master can come and go freely in the Dark Spirit Forest, and is not afraid of the spirit beasts in the Dark Spirit Forest."
Pan Shan confirmed the identity of Fung Ya-hsien. He took out the Bi Yi Fruit from his interspatial ring and put it on the table, "Draw the Alchemist Master's appearance for me, and this Bi Yi Fruit is yours."
Yue Lin looked at the Bi Yi Fruit greedily, but his heart was very worried. He had never seen the Alchemist Master.
If he said that he had never seen the Alchemist Master, the Venerable Sir would be angry.
The Second Elder had seen the Alchemist Master, and if the Bi Yi Fruit was given to the Second Elder, his Patriarch's position would be in danger.
"Yes, I will draw the Alchemist Master's appearance's."
Yue Lin walked to the desk and started grinding. He was thinking about what to do. The Venerable One must have seen the alchemist before, which was why he asked.
How could he draw the person that the Venerable One wanted to prove in his heart?
Yue Lin was in a dilemma, but it was impossible to give up the Bi Yi fruit that was about to be obtained.
Whatever, just draw a random ''
As long as he said that it was the Alchemist Master, the Venerable Sir would not know that it was fake.
Yue Lin made up his mind. According to his imagination and the person he met, he drew an extraordinarily handsome person.
He did not know if it was fate or something, but the portrait Yue Lin drew was similar to the Fung Ya-hsien's' appearance that Pan Shan saw.
"Venerable Sir, I'm done."
I hope I can pass.
Pan Shan looked and saw that it was the one he saw. He no longer had any doubts, "Take the Bi Yi Fruit."
Yue Lin knew that he had crossed the line. He did not care why he had crossed the line. He immediately took the Bi Yi Fruit and left.
It must be that this Bi Yi Fruit was destined to be his, so he could pass this hurdle.
With the Bi Yi Fruit, he could quickly break through to the Qi Refining Stage.
Becoming a strong person was just around the corner.
Feng Shu-ling was training on the first floor of the Yue Clan's Seventh Floor. She was very careful.
In order to avoid encountering a spirit beast that she could not deal with alone, she walked to a place where she could hide.
After many days of training, she changed her clothes again and again. In the end, she had no clothes to change into, so she could only wear dirty clothes that were relatively not so tattered.
The clothes were completely unrecognizable.
The first floor of the Seventh Floor was very big. Feng Shu-ling had walked for several months and did not even reach half of it.
On this day, she sat in a bush to rest, and ate something to replenish her strength.
She checked the food in her space ring and estimated that she could eat for about three days.
"Three days …" On this first floor, where was she going to replenish her food?
Just as Feng Shu-ling finished thinking, she fell straight to the ground and fainted.
Zhuangzhuang appeared beside Feng Shu-ling. He reached out and carried her to the Jin Yu Sect.
For cultivators whose cultivation was much lower than his, he could easily defeat them. He also had to control his cultivation so that he could not hurt Feng Shu-ling.
Zhuangzhuang quickly found the Jin Yu Sect on the first floor and directly threw Feng Shu-ling onto the Jin Yu Sect.
The Jin Yu Sect's cultivation was much lower than Zhuangzhuang's, so it was impossible for them to discover Zhuangzhuang's existence. Therefore, Feng Shu-ling smashed right into him.
He fell to the ground with a bang, the back of his head facing down.
Feng Shu-ling was thrown onto the Jin Yu Sect by Zhuangzhuang, so she was not injured. However, the Jin Yu Sect was smashed to the point that they almost vomited blood.
Zhuangzhuang saw that Feng Shu-ling was fine, so he hid at the side.
It was not a big deal for a man to be injured. The most important thing was that his master's younger sister could not be injured.
The Jin Yu Sect grimaced in pain. He wanted to see clearly what had hit him, but when he realized that it was Feng Shu-ling, he immediately helped her up.
"Young Miss, wake up. Young Miss, wake up."
He raised his hand and placed it under Feng Shu-ling's nose to check if she was breathing. Fortunately, the young miss was still alive.
Who on earth threw the young miss to him?
Looking at the young miss, she did not seem to be injured.
What was going on?
Feng Shu-ling was injured by Zhuangzhuang's cultivation, so she would not wake up so easily. The Jin Yu Sect saw this and guarded her by her side.
After about four to five hours, Feng Shu-ling slowly woke up.
"Young Miss, you're finally awake."
The Jin Yu Sect heaved a huge sigh of relief and helped Feng Shu-ling sit up. "Young Miss, do you know who knocked you out?"
When Feng Shu-ling heard the Jin Yu Sect's voice, she tilted her head and looked at him. After a while, she completely woke up. "I don't know. I also don't know who knocked me out."
Who could it be?
After knocking her out, they threw her to the Jin Yu Sect.
"Young Miss, did you get injured or lose anything?" The Jin Yu Sect asked.
Feng Shu-ling checked her body and checked her things. She shook her head. "No, I'm not injured, and I didn't lose anything."
It was too strange.
Who would knock her out, not harm her, or steal her things? Who would be so kind as to send her to the Jin Yu Sect?
The Jin Yu Sect's mind raced. "Young Miss, did you encounter any great danger on the first level these days?
For example, when something was about to happen, you somehow survived. "