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Chapter 1841 Yang Haoran performed too well

Hearing Ji Yunfeng's words, Yan Wuya suddenly had a bad premonition.
This old guy Ji Yunfeng is clearly poaching!
"Old Ji, what you're doing is unethical!
Yang Haoran is from the Treasure Weapon Sect, why should he learn alchemy from you?"
Ji Yunfeng looked contemptuous: "You just said that you want Yang Haoran to be the elder of our Xunxian Sect.
Are you not going to admit it?"
"Being an elder is just a job, you don't necessarily need to learn alchemy!
I think you have no good intentions!"
"Humph, you are the one who is uneasy and kind-hearted.
As the saying goes, having many skills does not put pressure on one's body. Yang Haoran already has the foundation of an alchemist.
If you don't continue your studies, wouldn't it be a waste of talent and a waste of money?
I think you are not thinking about Yang Haoran at all, you just want to fan the flames!"
Two people who were thousands of years old soon got into a fight.
Yang Haoran stood aside with an innocent face, silent.
When gods fight, it's better not to bring disaster to mortals.
Anyway, he couldn't afford to offend either of these two people.
Just when I was thinking about this, I felt a pressure on my shoulders.
Yan Wuya's palm fell on Yang Haoran's shoulder, looking angry.
"No need to argue, shouldn't I ask Yang Haoran what he means?
It's up to him to decide whether you want to learn alchemy or not."
Then Yang Haoran felt the burning eyes of the two people.
Yang Haoran looked innocent, this seemed to be a proposition.
No matter how you answer, you are bound to offend someone.
When he was in trouble, he saw Yan Wuya winking at him and making a nod.
Does Yan Wuya mean that he should agree to Ji Yunfeng?
But if that's the case, why bother trying so hard to stop it?
Maybe I got the wrong meaning?
"I think there's nothing wrong with learning alchemy..."
Yang Haoran said slowly, while paying attention to Yan Wuya's expression.
He saw Yan Wuya nodding his head again, with a look of success.
Yang Haoran finally confirmed what Yan Wuya meant, and then he felt confident.
"I am willing to learn alchemy from my seniors."
Just after he finished speaking, Yan Wuya immediately beat his chest and stamped his feet.
"Yang Haoran, you are a heartless person, you are acting recklessly!
You are so heartless, why don’t you hurry up and become a disciple!”
On the surface, Yan Wuya was furious, but he was urging Yang Haoran on his face.
Yang Haoran was very cooperative and knelt down in front of Ji Yunfeng.
"Master, please accept my disciple's bow!"
Ji Yunfeng should have been very happy, but suddenly he felt something bad.
There is always an uneasy feeling of being plotted against.
But he still had a tough mouth and looked at Yan Wuya with contempt.
"Old man, do you have nothing to say now?"
Yan Wuya sighed, but there was no trace of depression on his face.
"What can I say?
Now that the deal is done, I can only accept the reality.
But there are some things we need to straighten out, such as the issue of seniority."
Ji Yunfeng's body trembled, and he finally found the source of his uneasiness.
Looking at Yan Wuya's wretched and evil smile, it was obvious that he had dug a hole for him to jump into.
"Ahem, what can I do to straighten things out?"
"That won't work, let me figure it out for you.
Yang Haoran is the disciple of that bastard Ye Shengqiu. Ye Shengqiu calls me his master.
And now, Yang Haoran worships you as his teacher, then you and Ye Shengqiu are peers.
The seniority between the two of us was a little confusing at first, but now it's clear.
When you see me from now on, you must call me Master!"
Yan Wuya was very proud and could not help but scream.
Ji Yunfeng was stunned when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Bah, let's talk about our own business and don't interfere with each other!"
Yan Wuya rolled his eyes, but looked at Yang Haoran.
"Yang Haoran, remember to call him master and me master in the crowd from now on.
Don’t mess with this!”
Yang Haoran was speechless, Yan Wuya was really an old kid.
Ji Yunfeng was so angry that he was shaking all over and kicked Yan Wuya.
"Get lost! I'm going to take Yang Haoran to make elixirs.
Outsiders are not allowed to watch!”
Yan Wuya hid and smiled playfully.
"Stingy! Yang Haoran, I'll wait for you outside.
You must study hard and don’t forget my Nirvana Pill."
With a whoosh, Yan Wuya had already dodged out of the alchemy room.
Ji Yunfeng was so angry that he gritted his teeth and trembled all over.
Only then did I realize a very embarrassing problem.
Ji Yunfeng's seniority in the Xunxian Sect is too high, similar to Yan Wuya's status in the Treasure Weapon Sect.
Even those with the highest seniority should call him "Master".
Therefore, Ji Yunfeng no longer accepts disciples. This time he impulsively fell into Yan Wuya's scheme.
Yang Haoran's seniority is indeed a troublesome issue.
Because strictly speaking, the current head of the Xunxian Sect must call Yang Haoran "Little Master".
Damn Yan Wuya! Ji Yunfeng clenched his fists loudly.
His previous intention was to let Yang Haoran learn alchemy, but he did not want to accept Yang Haoran as a disciple.
But if Yan Wuya makes such a fuss, the water thrown away may not be recovered!
Yang Haoran stood aside without saying a word, with a simple and honest look on his face.
"Master, do you want to start making alchemy now?"
Ji Yunfeng's body trembled and he woke up suddenly.
He looked at Yang Haoran and sighed with a complicated expression.
"Open the furnace to make alchemy!"
Ji Yunfeng did it himself, but the refining method of the Soul-Guarding Pill is actually a bit complicated and profound, making it difficult for ordinary people to master.
If you are not careful, it will be a waste of elixir.
It was just a waste of precious medicinal materials, but Yan Wuya, the shameless man, would definitely be ridiculed.
Therefore, even if it is for honor, Ji Yunfeng must ensure the success rate.
During this process, Ji Yunfeng carefully explained the method of alchemy to Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran listened very carefully and kept it in his heart.
But from time to time, he would put forward one or two different opinions, which shocked Ji Yunfeng.
Because the opinions put forward by Yang Haoran always make him suddenly enlightened and give him a feeling of enlightenment.
Genius! The ultimate alchemy genius!
Ji Yunfeng's initial entanglement and unhappiness were quickly forgotten, and turned into ecstasy in his heart.
Yang Haoran's insights seemed to clear up a layer of confusion for him.
How could someone not be a genius have such sharp insights?
Ji Yunfeng didn't know what Yang Haoran was capable of.
Basically, Ah Zi kept making sarcastic remarks in Yang Haoran's mind, and Yang Haoran just relayed a few sentences.
"Senior Azi, why do you seem to know everything?"
Yang Haoran couldn't help but ask.
Whether it's cultivation or various practitioners' professions, Azi can pick them all at his fingertips. He is simply an all-rounder.
Ah Zi sneered: "What's so strange about this, given the highest level of this interface.
It's also very childish in my eyes, but it naturally makes me look awesome.
Chapter completed!
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