Chapter 13 Luo Temple

But how quick Zhao Chen's movements were, and it was not something that Zhang Ling could stop them. The elder looked at Zhao Chen in amazement, completely forgot to resist, and even felt that he could not avoid that palm.

"What? He actually broke through to the early stage of the Yellow Level in such a short time!" Compared to the danger he is facing now, he was even more surprised by Zhao Chen's talent.

puff!

A domineering force pushed out the fire poison from the elder's chest, and immediately spewed out a black blood arrow. The elder felt the pain relieved and quickly said gratefully: "Thank you, the third son, for saving your life, I will never forget it!"

The temperature around him suddenly dropped, and the feeling of burning fire gradually dissipated. The elder thought that his fire poison had been removed and was ecstatic.

Before, he wanted to wait until the fire poison was removed and teach Zhao Chen a good lesson, but when he saw Zhao Chen performing on the altar of sacrifice to the heaven, he could not feel any resistance.

What a joke, Zhao Chen's talent is comparable to Mo Tian, ​​the number one genius of Tianyuan Kingdom, and Zhao Ao, the number one genius of the Prince's Mansion, is like shit compared with him. Who in the world can break through the early stage of the Yellow Level within a few hours? "This boy is definitely not something in the pool, I must hold my thighs tightly!"

Zhao Chen smiled and shook his head, and said calmly: "The fire poison on your body is only temporarily suppressed. If you want to completely eliminate it, you still need these medicinal materials." After that, Zhao Chen picked up the paper and pen and wrote a lot of medicinal materials.

In his previous life, Zhao Chen was not only a martial arts emperor, but also a ninth-level alchemist. It was no problem for him to have a mere fire poison.

Alchemists are divided into ten levels, but the tenth level alchemists are a legend and have never appeared before.

The elder took the note and saw it, and was dumbfounded. There were many medicinal herbs on it, but I had never heard of it. "I have a way to get this luminous grass, cold water dew, and extreme ice grass, but I have never even heard of this Qingyang grass, Xuanming flower, and Guijianchou."

He was full of doubts, "What do he want these medicinal materials to be made? Could he be able to refine alchemy?"

"If you can't get these medicinal materials, the Daluo Jinxian can't save you. Let's do it yourself." Zhao Chen looked expressionless and wanted to leave.

Zhao Chen also understood that some medicinal materials were impossible to have in this small place. He just made the Great Elder more focused on doing things for him in the future. After all, with his current cultivation level, the Great Elder could solve a lot of trouble for him.

"Stay on your way! Please save me..." The elder knelt down quickly, dragged Zhao Chen's legs, and said with a sad look.

Zhang Ling looked unbearable. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Zhao Chen sigh and said leisurely: "Forget it, I will save you because you are doing well, but..."

The elder raised his heart to his throat and said whispered: "No...but what?"

Zhao Chen smiled mysteriously and did not answer him directly, "You go to the Luo Temple with me first, and you will naturally know then."

"The Temple of Luoshen!?" The elder followed Zhao Chen with a complicated expression.

The Luo Temple is the largest trading club in Tianyuan Kingdom, and it is also a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.

Zhang Ling looked at Zhao Chen's distant figure and said thoughtfully: "Chen'er, why do I feel strange and familiar to you?!"

Along the way, the elder was very nervous and looked at Zhao Chen from time to time. Zhao Chen could write it out at will, but he didn't think it was pretending to be a ghost.

"What did he experience? It gave me a completely different feeling than before!" The Great Elder murmured in a low voice.

After a moment, they came to the Luo Temple, with a city full of people and extremely lively, with hawking from vendors everywhere.

"Don't miss it when you walk by, the rhinoceros horns of the ancient manta!"

"Look at it and see, the price is reasonable, the price is good and the price is low!"

"Ancient wine, a jar of only one hundred spirit stones!"

“…”

As soon as Zhao Chen entered the door, he was dragged by many people. He was extremely enthusiastic. He needed to pay a certain amount of spirit stones to set up a stall in the Luo Temple. In order not to lose money, the competition among vendors was extremely fierce.

The Luo Temple is divided into three levels, and anyone can enter the first level, but the second level requires strength or noble status above the Xuan level. As for the third level, only the alchemist can enter.

If you want to become an alchemist, you have extremely high requirements for your soul and mental power. Only ten of them can become alchemists at most, so the status of an alchemist is very noble.

Zhao Chen ignored the vendors on the first floor and walked straight to the second floor, but was stopped by a servant, "Boy, stop!"

The servant saw that Zhao Chen was only at the beginning of the Yellow Level, and he was simply a waste among the waste. He was very disdainful and showed a sarcastic look on his face, and scolded him loudly: "Where is the Luo Temple? With your early stage of the Yellow Level cultivation, you also want to step into the second level?! Why don't you get out of here!"

The elder was so scared that he had a cold sweat. He quickly prepared to teach the servant a lesson, but was stopped by Zhao Chen and smiled and said, "Just stand by and watch."

Zhao Chen's smile made the elder shudder, closed his eyes, and obeyed silently for the servant.

"What are you looking at? Get out of here! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" Seeing that Zhao Chen was still moving for a long time, the servant rolled up his sleeves, looking eager to try.

"I'll give you three breaths, get out immediately!" Zhao Chen didn't want to bother with the servant, and said calmly.

"Yoyo, I'm not very capable, but I'm not very angry. I have to take action myself!" The servant smiled arrogantly and quickly punched. The middle-level yellow-level power burst out without leaving any strength. A sound explosion occurred in the air, whistling towards Zhao Chen's chest.

Zhao Chen curled a strange smile on his lips, his figure was curvy and he cleverly avoided the punch, came to the servant, and Feng Qingyun slapped him in the face.

"Bang!"

A loud slap sounded at the first floor of the Temple of Chero, and a mixture of blood and teeth ejected from the servant's mouth.

The elder was completely stunned. Didn’t he know that the Luo Temple was not allowed to use force? “Three Young Master, go quickly, leave here for me!”

However, Zhao Chen did not react at all, looked calm and smiled: "What are you going!"

"Oh, my little ancestor, you don't know how much trouble you have caused. Let's go, I'll take it here!" The elder was frowning and pushed Zhao Chen.

The Great Elder's actions really made Zhao Chen feel warm. He immediately patted his shoulder and smiled and said, "Of course I know, don't worry, no one dares to touch us today."

Seeing Zhao Chen's confident look, for some reason, the Great Elder believed Zhao Chen's words.

Everyone was shocked. Luoshen Temple strictly prohibited from using force. Thinking of the people who violated the rules before, I couldn't help but shivered.

"I remember that when a Heavenly-level warrior used martial arts in Luoshen, he was killed. This kid was so brave."

"I really feel impatient when I dare to hurt someone in the Luo Temple."

"Looking at the boy's clothes, he seems to be from the Royal Palace."

In the eyes of everyone, no matter what Zhao Chen is, he cannot escape death today.
Chapter completed!