As soon as Ye Qinghuan said these words, the atmosphere became cold again, and Ye Qinghuan's fierce momentum made everyone's hearts tremble.
Even the old man in gray clothes was shocked. Could it be that this person was already at the Martial Emperor level? This aura was too strong.
"You, are you already at the Martial Emperor level?" the old man in gray asked tremblingly.
"Hiss--" Several other old people suddenly took a breath of cold air, and their hearts were extremely shocked. Martial Emperor level? This is a realm that countless warriors dream of. Is it possible for such a young man?
In this world, the Martial Emperor level is the dream of many warriors. How could such a young man reach the Martial Emperor level? This is too exaggerated and no one can accept it.
"Whether I am or not, I just want to enter Lingtan. If you refuse, there will only be one battle." Ye Qinghuan said unreasonably.
The threat, the naked threat, made all the elders panic. This man is really too domineering and unreasonable. He won't tell you anything. If he wants, you must defeat him.
Otherwise it will be a life and death battle.
Such people... have no way to communicate at all.
"Okay, I promise you!" The old man in gray looked calm and nodded.
"Mr. Xu!"
Goatee-bearded Chen Mofeng's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted with a hint of anger.
He hates Ye Qinghuan the most. He doesn't believe that such a young kid is actually a Martial Emperor-level warrior. It's a complete fantasy.
They are the Elder Pavilion of Jiangdong, representing the most powerful force and the highest power in the entire Jiangdong region. Even the secular governor and secretary of the provincial party committee do not dare to be the least presumptuous in front of them. Now they are actually beaten by a mere Ye Qinghuan.
The threat made Chen Mofeng extremely angry.
It's just that he forgot that, judging from Ye Qinghuan's age, even if Ye Qinghuan is only a high-level Martial King, he still has extremely terrifying talent. It will definitely be a matter of time before he is promoted to Martial King.
But Ye Qinghuan's real strength is that of an intermediate martial emperor. His real training time is less than a year. This is the gap between a monk and a warrior.
These things are beyond the imagination of Chen Mofeng and even the elder in gray.
Ye Qinghuan's expression was indifferent, and he nodded with satisfaction, as if everything was as it should be, and he was not grateful for the old man in gray's regression.
Ye Qinghuan's behavior made Chen Mofeng even more angry, but the old man in gray didn't say anything, and he couldn't do anything to Ye Qinghuan. He could only stare at Ye Qinghuan coldly.
"Let's see, you wait until the sect competition is over, and then enter the cold pool with the top twenty disciples." The old man in gray clothes said to Ye Qinghuan, and he was very polite to Ye Qinghuan.
In fact, the old man in gray clothes was quite helpless. He was actually very optimistic about Ye Qinghuan. Needless to say, this young man was very talented. With his alchemy skills, he could really be said to be the number one genius in Chinese martial arts.
The old man in gray clothes hopes that this young man can revitalize the martial arts in China. Unfortunately, Ye Qinghuan has such a temper. The old man in gray clothes shakes his head helplessly in his heart. He hopes to have the opportunity to polish this young man's character. It is easy to be tough but hard to achieve.
Big tool.
If this young man's anger can be reduced, having him lead China's martial arts will have a bright future.
"Ye Qinghuan, you are extremely talented and you are also a young man. I hope you can guide these young disciples in Jiangdong." The old man in gray clothes looked at Ye Qinghuan and said.
"No need, I don't have anything to guide you. Let's do this. You prepare the medicinal materials for the elixir I gave Mr. Huang before. I will help you refine a hundred bottles of elixir, one for each of the disciples participating in the competition here."
Ye Qinghuan said casually.
One hundred bottles of elixirs! What a big deal! A hundred bottles of elixirs. Even if there are enough medicinal materials, it would still take several months for the master of the Medicine King Sect to refine it himself.
This is a huge project.
"One hundred bottles of elixirs require too many precious medicinal materials, and I'm afraid we won't be able to get them all in a while." The old man in gray shook his head and said with some regret.
The medicinal materials for refining the elixir are too precious. Even in their Elder Pavilion, they can't always get as much as they want.
"No need, these medicinal materials are not too rare and can be purchased in the secular world." Ye Qinghuan shook his head and said, his alchemy skills are not comparable to those of the Medicine King Sect.
This kind of rubbish elixir can be refined from some worldly precious medicinal materials, and you can buy it from the Elder Pavilion with just a little money.
Can it be purchased in the secular world?
The old man in gray clothes was suddenly surprised. If the medicinal materials in the world can be refined, then you can get as many as you want. This is too crazy.
But the old man in gray clothes still asked someone to get a pen and paper for Ye Qinghuan. Ye Qinghuan picked up the pen and casually wrote the names and weights of the medicinal materials on the paper.
"That's all?" The old man in gray clothes picked it up and looked at it, and exclaimed in surprise.
These medicinal materials are considered valuable in the world. To buy these quantities, I am afraid it will cost tens of millions of dollars, but compared with a hundred bottles of elixirs, this amount of money is simply a world of difference!
This is simply turning dirt into gold. The old man in gray clothes looked at Ye Qinghuan in surprise. If Ye Qinghuan really refined it with these medicinal materials, then his elixirs would be inexhaustible.
If this person can really contribute to the martial arts of China, then the world of Chinese warriors can be said to have truly risen.
The old man in gray clothes was enthusiastic, but Ye Qinghuan's expression was calm. He said casually: "Okay, you can prepare the medicinal materials. When I come out of the Lingtan, I will naturally help you refine them."
After Ye Qinghuan finished speaking, he didn't wait for the gray-clothed old man's reply and casually walked towards the competition platform below.
Below, on more than a dozen stages, there are still many disciples competing, and the most dazzling among them is Yin Ziming, who is fluttering in white.
He was originally the most outstanding disciple of Baili Sect, one of the three major sects. The only ones who could rival him were Lei Yun and Meng Wenxue.
At this moment, he stood proudly on a ring in the center. The sword in his hand had not yet been unsheathed, and he had already defeated his opponent. Yin Ziming's movements were agile, elegant and handsome, which attracted frequent nods from some of the sect seniors who were watching the battle.
These ordinary disciples were not even qualified to let him use the sword. Everyone knew that Yin Ziming had obtained a peerless sword by chance.
Once he draws his sword, coupled with his elegant and agile swordsmanship, I am afraid that even Lei Yun and Meng Wenxue will no longer be Yin Ziming's opponents.
The warriors and disciples who were watching the battle had their eyes flashing with envy and admiration. In their hearts, I am afraid that Yin Ziming is already the most powerful person in China under the age of thirty.
Seeing Ye Qinghuan walking down with his two beautiful guards, everyone's hearts moved. Could it be that this person is also coming to participate in the sect competition.
Their hearts suddenly became lively. On one side was Yin Ziming, a top genius with a peerless sword, and on the other side was a genius alchemist with a notorious reputation.