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"Last question, why Wanyao Sect?"

There are so many sects, among which the Luoshen Sect and Tianxuan Sect are much stronger than their Wanyao Sect.

Besides, in addition to these, there are too many beast-controlling sects, Taixu sect, weapon refining and monster beasts to use up.

Ming Fan seemed to be really asked, and he stared in thought for a moment.

"Because I like Wanyao Sect."

Qian Xing's eyes twitched and he finally couldn't help it anymore: "You must like the elixirs of the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect." She stole a lot when she was here.

Ming Fan's face was full of disbelief, with an expression of 'how could you miss me so much'.

"I like the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect, so I like everything about the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect. This is called Aiwujiwu."

Ming Fan glanced at Qian Xing with disapproval and said righteously, "Because I like Wanyao Sect, I also like Wanyao Sect's things. Otherwise, Luoshen Sect and Tianxuan Sect are not bad, so why don't I like them? ,Yes or no?"

Everyone: "..."

Seeing their stunned expressions, Ming Fan flicked his hair.

His movements were impeccable, and his tone showed off his awesomeness and mastery.

The elders of Wanyao Sect only had a big question mark in their minds at this time: No, this person, she doesn't have a waist, otherwise why would she not feel any pain even after talking so much.

Si Li rubbed his eyebrows. For a moment, he really wanted to throw her out, but it was only for a moment.

Emotion makes him want to go crazy, reason makes him restrain.

Ming Fan leaned leisurely on his chair, looking at the Master of Ceremony and the elders with a half-smile.

Baby, I can't hold it in anymore.

She knew beforehand that Wanyao Sect did this, and there must be something they wanted her to do. They took turns to find trouble just now, just to get a better handle on her.

But she has never liked to take ordinary roads. When the big road doesn't lead to her, she takes the small path. When the small road disappears, she just stays in place.

In the end, Master Li was defeated, and he raised his lips helplessly: "That's all, I want to ask you a question, if you join my Ten Thousand Medicine Sect, will you abandon the sect?"

Ming Fan was a little surprised, but he didn't expect him to ask this.

When the Master of Ceremony asked a sincere question, she would naturally answer it seriously.

"If Wanyao Sect doesn't backstab me, I will never abandon the sect."

After receiving her words, Si Li breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she recognized everything about the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect, everything would be fine.

Ming Fan's talent in alchemy can definitely be ranked in the top ten among the younger generation of Wanyao Sect.

Based on this alone, the Wan Yao Sect would keep her no matter what.

An alchemy cultivator who could refine top-quality elixirs at the age of fourteen would have immeasurable achievements in the future. He originally planned to snatch Ming Fan away from the Qingyang Sect.

The Four Continents Pharmacist Conference, which is held every thirty years, is about to open, and it is the right time for their Wanyao Sect to hire people.

Since Ming Fan is now a member of their Ten Thousand Medicine Sect, isn't it natural to represent the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect in the competition?

Ming Fan saw through Si Li's plan and gave him a playful look: "I didn't say I would definitely go."

"..."

"But you can explain it more clearly. If you're interested, maybe."

"..."

For the first time in decades, Si Li wanted to go to Sun Wending to complain. Look at the good apprentice you have accepted.

I felt helpless and furious, but I patiently told the story from beginning to end.

An anonymous pharmacist conference can attract many pharmacists, not to mention it. This is an unprecedented Four Continents Pharmacist Conference.

As long as pharmacists can show their prominence among them, a steady stream of fame and wealth will follow.

So you can imagine how many people will go to attend the Four Continents Pharmacist Conference, not to mention the fierce competition.

As the name suggests, the four continents are Qiling, Nanxuan, Zedui, and Leize.

Anyone who practices alchemy or medicine in mainland China can be called a pharmacist.

The Medicine Master Conference comes only every thirty years. From the date of announcement, all forces can start preparations. The venue of the conference will be announced three months before the conference starts.

Ming Fan couldn't help but ask after hearing what Si Li said: "Why don't you go by yourself for such a good thing?"

Wouldn't it be much better than her, an outsider, to have both fame and fortune?

The clerk smiled bitterly, do you think he doesn't want to?

“Only those who meet the conditions for participation in this pharmacist conference can participate.

Among the four continents, only those under the age of fifty who have refined the best elixir or possess strange fire can participate. "

This threshold is not too high, as pharmacists who meet the requirements are usually those under the age of fifty who are extremely talented in refining top-quality elixirs. Because the conditions for the other strange fire are even more stringent.

Because of this rule, pharmacists are naturally divided into three, six, and nine grades to ensure that the gimmicks of the conference are enough to attract more people.

In short, ordinary pharmacists cannot even touch the threshold.

The officiant wants to participate, but how can he participate? Using his hundred-year-old bones? !

Mingfan smacked his lips, and there was a loud noise outside the hall. When he turned around, Leshan and Ronghua stumbled over, blocking Mingfan.

After them, Mu Shanshan arrived late. Well, he had the lowest cultivation level and ran a bit slowly.

The damned Wanyao Sect fed them some unknown medicine, and a few of them have just unlocked the seals on their five senses.

With such a treacherous attitude, they must be thinking about how to pry into the corner of their Qingyang Sect.

With them here, it can't be done!

Master of ceremonies: "..."

Ming Fan: "..."

"Don't even think about it." He Mu struggled to squeeze out three words from his mouth and raised his hand to draw the ink.

Ming Fan coughed dryly: "It's me you're pointing the knife at."

He Mu quickly changed direction: "Sorry."

Ming Fan: "That's good."

Leshan: "?" Public revenge and private revenge?

He Mu: "..."

That is to say, whether it is possible or not, he still can't see clearly, and now he acts based on his feelings.

Ming Fan looked at the current standing postures of the three of them, and it could not be overstated to describe them as extremely weird.

He Mu initially raised his knife towards Ming Fan, but when she told him, he immediately faced Le Shan.

Looking at Leshan again, he was guarding in front of Si Li, with the folding fan in his hand facing... it was Rong Hua.

Haha, for those who don’t know, I probably think that their Qingyang clan’s love is thinner than paper and Li is stronger than gold.

Ming Fan sighed and gave each of them a pill to detoxify.

Then he said awkwardly to the Master of Ceremonies: "Just kidding."

The priest nodded to express his understanding: "It doesn't matter."

It can be seen that both parties are somewhat uncomfortable.

"How about you guys sit down?" Ming Fan looked at the chair under her butt, mainly because of the gazes of the three of them. She was afraid that a hole would be made in the back of her head.

Leshan slowly opened the folding fan, and Master Pianpian smiled and said: "Little junior sister, I suddenly feel that this room is very boring. I'm waiting for you outside..."

"Yes, it really is not as breathable as the Qingyang Zong Pavilion." Rong Hua covered his mouth and followed Leshan.

Just like that, the three of them were gone like a tornado in the blink of an eye.

"I, what I fed them was just Rosemary Pill that temporarily blocks the five senses... not Dementia Pill." Seeing this, Shi Yue quickly explained.

Qingyang Sect is really a place where strange people gather, and their faces change faster than turning the pages of a book.

This was Shi Yue's first impression of Qingyang Sect.

"The pharmacist conference, continue?" Ming Fan raised the corner of his mouth.

It's a pity that there is no photo stone anymore.

She now has dirty information about almost everyone in Wuwangfeng, and sometimes she really wants to send it out and share it with like-minded people.