For a moment, everyoneâs gaze all assembled on Grandmaster Rong Yunâs body.
Everyone all wanted to know how Grandmaster Rong Yun saw this matter.
At this moment, Grandmaster Rong Yun sat peacefully on the chair, reclined against the chairâs back. His gaze was secluded and far-reaching, his expression tranquil as water. Simply couldnât tell what he was thinking of.
Suddenly, Grandmaster Rong Yunâs pair of beautiful eyes looked towards old man Luo, his tone light as the clouds. His expression was apathetic: âThunder Bow Technique?â
Luo family passed on based on refining medicine, but their strength was also very strong. Luo familyâs Thunder Bow Technique made lighting element experts drool with desire. Although they wanted it, they couldnât get it ah.
Old man Luo faintly returned his gaze: âItâs just Thunder Bow technique, could it be that Grandmaster Rong Yun is interested?â
Even old man Luo must also respectfully call Rong Yun as grandmaster and didnât dare to offend him the slightest.
Grandmaster Rong Yun was a Grandmaster level apothecary. Luo family became famous because of refining medicine but didnât have a single Grandmaster level apothecary ah. Moreover, in the past several hundred years, there wasnât one in his family, this was a matter that really slapped his face ah.
âUh-huh.â Grandmaster Rong Yunâs robe was graceful and scholarly, looking handsome and full of spirit.
He nodded, red lips hooking up as he carelessly said: âWant to bet?â
âHow does Grandmaster want to set the bet?â Old man Luo gathered close, full of interest.
Grandmaster Rong Yun held the teacup, the heat rising up in spirals made his eyes seem blurred and deep. He slowly said: âThis seat bets that Nangong familyâs little boy will win.â
Only Monarch-ranked super strong experts were qualified to call themselves âthis seatâ. The people present, besides Grandmaster Rong Yun, no one else had this qualification.
Old man Luo very matter-of-factly slapped the Thunder Bow technique on the table as he coldly smiled: âThis old man bets Dongfang Xuan, that little boy, wins!â
Grandmaster Rong Yun put down the teacup and from his own space, took out ãInsights to the pharmacology at the grandmaster rankãbook, and placed it together with that ãThunder Bow techniqueã.
âãInsights to the pharmacology at the Grandmaster rankã?âThe flesh at the corner of old man Luoâs lip pulled, so excited that he almost couldnât control himself.
People at his high level shouldnât be this excited, but this book that Grandmaster Rong Yun took out was not ordinary ah! Luo familyâs master believed that as long as he thoroughly researched this book ãInsights to the pharmacology at the Grandmaster rankã, there was a great possibly he could be promoted to Grandmaster level apothecarist.
If you must know, old man Luo had been stuck at Master level apothecary for close to a hundred years!
Old man Luo very cautiously hid his happiness and nodded, pretending to be indifferent: âThis book is okay.â
Grandmaster Rong Yunâs red lips hooked up, and with a smile that wasnât a smile, cast him a glance. But he didnât say anything else.
On this continent, lightning technique books were rare. High level lightning techniques were so rare as to be pathetic. Although Grandmaster Rong Yun had always called Nangong Liuyun foolish little boy, however, when he recalled that it would be this foolish boy that would protect his familyâs apprentice, only then did his interest move to get this technique from old man Luoâs hand.
On the battle stage, the two peopleâs fight had entered the most intense stage.
Dongfang Xuan was like a god of war that came from ancient times, his Juesha Sword was powerful and ferocious. Menacing, and its imposing manner was even more earth-shaking.
A dark blue water vapor appeared on Nangong Liuyunâs body like an armor protecting him.
Nangong Liuyun had always been at a disadvantage. He only had the chance to defend. Whereas Dongfang Xuan pressed closer, step by step, with continuous attacks full of killing intent.
Suddenly, Nangong Liuyunâs eyes tightly knotted.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The pain in his legs became more and more intense, and it even affected his consciousness. If he continued like this, maybe before he was killed by the opponent, he would faint on the battle stage. This kind of result was not something Nangong Liuyun was happy to see.