Chapter 721 The Heavenly Thunder of the Eighth Grade Pill (5)

The courtyard suddenly turned into silence.

Mu Zhen's face froze and she raised her head angrily. The original voice disappeared instantly after seeing the old man's face.

Bai Changfeng?

The person who came was actually Bai Changfeng, the master of the Medicine Sect?

"Sect Leader Bai, are you here?" Wen Wuwei glanced at Bai Changfeng and breathed a sigh of relief, "You mean, you are refining the eighth-grade elixir?"

"You don't know it yourself?" Bai Changfeng glanced at Wen Wuwei indifferently, "This alchemist is refining the elixir in your Huan Mansion, and you don't know the grade of the elixir he refined? However, this Tianlei It is more violent than what I encountered at that time, which shows that the elixir is also superior among the eighth-grade ones."

A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't notice Mu Zhen's pale face after he finished speaking.

"This visit to the Fantasy Mansion was not in vain. It is truly an honor to meet another eighth-grade alchemist."

Wen Wuwei sighed softly: "But this alchemist's cultivation level is only of a high level."

"Exalted rank?"

Bai Changfeng's calm expression suddenly changed, and he said angrily: "Nonsense! The body forged by the strength of the noble class cannot withstand the power of the sky thunder. Was this guy's brain eaten by a dog? He should have lived five or six years. You’re ten years old, why don’t you understand this at all?”

He was trembling with anger. He finally met an eighth-level alchemist and wanted to discuss the knowledge of alchemy. Who knew that this guy would be so desperate to use his senior level strength to resist the thunder?

After this guy comes out alive, he will definitely teach her a lesson!

Fortunately, Bai Changfeng didn't know that the person inside was Bai Yan. Otherwise, it wasn't Bai Yan who he should teach a lesson to, but the people in Huan Mansion.

Wen Wuwei looked embarrassed: "The guy inside is only in his twenties."

"Twenty years old?" This time it was Bai Changfeng's turn to be surprised, "Is there anyone in this world who can compare with my granddaughter's talent? My granddaughter's strength is at the monarch level, and her alchemy skills are at the seventh level, and this guy can already do it. Have you made the eighth product?"

As far as he knew, Bai Yan had only reached the high level of Jun level not long ago. Therefore, he had never thought that the alchemist Wen Wuwei was talking about was Bai Yan.

After all, it is impossible for a person as high-level as the King to break through to the Supreme level in just a few months.

"Master Bai," Jun Tian Yueru found the rescuer, grabbed Bai Changfeng's arm, and asked for help, "Can you think of a way to save her."

"No one can help her with this kind of thing, she can only rely on herself."

Bai Changfeng shook his head calmly.

Of course, if he knew that the person inside was Bai Yan, he might not be able to remain calm...

Jun Tianyue's body softened, and her anxious eyes turned to the door. Her heart was held tightly and she could not let go for a moment.

Compared to everyone's shock, Mu Zhen's heart was full of resentment. Is that damn little bitch really refining an eighth-grade elixir?

It's a pity that with her strength, it is impossible to successfully refine it, and she will surely perish under the thunder!

…

In the room, Bai Yan was sitting calmly next to the alchemy furnace. Thunder from the sky came crashing down, and every blow was tempering her body.

Likewise, every stroke caused pain to her bones!

boom!

Another thunderbolt fell, and Bai Yan's body trembled, and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were tenacious, and she resisted those thunderbolts with her flesh and blood.

"Only two have passed, and there are still seven more!" A smile appeared on Bai Yan's lips, "After resisting the last seven, the elixir will take shape, so I must endure it!"