"Uncle Xinglan couldn't find anyone to train with him, so he named the third uncle and pushed his cultivation level to the first level of a true immortal. He fought with him every day."
"Hitting and chattering sarcasm at the same time."
"After holding on for two days, the third uncle collapsed. He even injured himself and lied in bed pretending to be sick."
Suning laughed and said: "How is that ironic?"
Zuo Rufeng shook his sleeves, raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger and said, "Well, that's it. Uncle Xinglan put one hand on his waist and said to the third uncle with the other: Come here."
Suning burst out laughing, squatting on the ground with tears in her eyes.
What's so special, after more than half a year in the fairy world, this was the first time that he felt happy from the bottom of his heart, from the inside out.
Zuo Rufeng retracted his arms in embarrassment, retracted into his sleeves, and continued: "Fourth Master Uncle Wu Biehan, a seventeenth-level true immortal, is obsessed with alchemy."
"His dream is to catch up with the Alchemy Semi-Saint from 30,000 years ago."
"The second floor of the forbidden attic was given to the fourth uncle by our ancestors three thousand years ago to serve as an alchemy room."
"However, just half a month ago, Uncle Xinglan had nothing to do at night and secretly sneaked into the alchemy room to conduct experiments."
"I plan to refine a few beauty pills that are common in the fairy world and bring them back to the small world of China as gifts for relatives and friends."
"Hey......"
With a strange smile, Zuo Rufeng said with a gloating tone: "Novice alchemists, even if they are extremely talented, will the furnace explode if they can't control the heat well?"
"Uncle Fourth Master spent a lot of immortal crystal resources, plus various heavenly materials and earthly treasures to exchange for a medium-grade immortal weapon, the alchemy furnace, and it exploded into a low-grade immortal weapon that night."
"The seven-colored mysterious fire that overflowed from the furnace could not be extinguished unless it was a 13th-level True Immortal. It burned the alchemy room into a mess, which was horrible to watch."
"Uncle Fourth Master dared to be angry but dared not speak out. He was filled with anger and traveled around the world of mortals."
Suning was speechless and said: "Can't your ancestor control me? Do you have to let my third uncle be lawless?"
"His temperament has never been one of keeping to himself."
"If this continues, one day the attic in the forbidden area will be burned to the ground."
Zuo Rufeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "The ancestor said that as long as the Martial Palace is not removed from the immortal world, the rest will be tormented by Uncle Xinglan."
"This kind of love and favoritism has never been seen before by a direct disciple like me who has just joined the Martial Hall. Even my master said that it is unheard of and unprecedented."
"Ancestor, he has his own reasons for being partial and protective."
Suning originally wanted to ask a few more questions about Su Xinglan, but when he saw the masked woman from Wen Dian out of the corner of his eye, his heart moved and he asked Zuo Rufeng, "How much do you know about that woman?"
"Her strength, if it weren't for special reasons, she would never be a small inner disciple."
Zuo Rufeng echoed: "Indeed, this is very strange."
"Don't look at me, I don't know much."
"I only know that she became a disciple of Cai Zhen, the elder of Wen Palace, two months ago. She has no name or surname and calls herself Iron Face."
"The black mask on her face is a treasure. It is probably as rare as a middle-grade immortal weapon."
"I couldn't penetrate my mind, and I almost got backlashed by that weird power."
"For more details, I believe there will be some clues once this treasure hunt is over."
Suning used his immortal power to wash away the blood on his body, stretched his arms and said, "I hope I won't meet you in the next round."
Zuo Rufeng said anxiously: "Are you afraid?"
Suning shook his head and said: "It's not because I'm afraid, it's because I want to conserve my strength to kill the people I want to kill."
"It's not difficult to defeat you. The difficulty lies in how many cards I have left that I can't bear to use."
"Some people, especially masters like Wen Dian Mask Girl, may get the upper hand by chance if they don't give her a chance to study herself."
Zuo Rufeng raised his middle finger unceremoniously and said calmly: "Don't worry, even if you lend me some courage, I won't dare to fight you."
"You can deny it to Luo Chen, but who dares to deny it to me, Uncle Xinglan?"
