Ten catties of stone milk wine is really nothing to Sedum, that is, some energy points plus five drops of stone milk.

After hearing Sedum's words, the old man finally recovered, and while placing the four jars of stone milk wine under the table, he re-examined Sedum.

"Come on, sit down and have a drink with the old man." Suddenly the old man sent out an invitation to Jingtian.

"Um?"

Jing Tian was taken aback, but he didn't expect that the old guy would actually invite himself.

With a thought, Sedum sat down.

"Where did the young man come from, how many alchemists?" The old man poured a small glass of wine for Sedum.

Obviously I didn't want to pour more, a small teacup, only half a cup was poured.

Sedum slightly despised the old man's stinginess.

"Back to the old man, I came from the depths of Longshan, alchemist level...sixth rank."

Sedum had concealed some of his alchemy realm, and the sixth grade was still an intermediate alchemy.

Jingtian knew that the senior alchemist of his age was a bit shocking, so he only spoke of the intermediate.

Even so, the old man stopped and looked at Jingtian; "Not only does he have a high-level pill fire at a young age, but he is already an intermediate-level alchemist? What school do you follow?"

"The junior was born in the Longshanmen of the small school. The master is not an alchemist, but a junior who has been taught by a secret code of alchemy." Jingtian replied fluently.

Wen Tan told him about this kind of question before he came, and someone would ask it sooner or later, so he was prepared for it a long time ago.

Although this answer is very general, it is relatively complete, and no one will actually go to the depths of Longshan to investigate the authenticity.

As for the so-called Longshan Gate, it is the name of the small portal in Wenchang.

As expected, the old man didn't ask deeply, anyway, it was enough to know that this kid was not backstage.

"Come to participate in the Danzong Young Alchemy Master Competition?"

The old man took a sip from the wine glass, and after a moment of aftertaste, he continued to ask Sedum.

"Yes." Sedum picked up his cup and got bored.

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, obviously a little distressed.

"Want to join Danzong?" the old man asked again.

Sedum reached out for the jug and wanted to pour himself another glass. He was pitted with five jugs. It would be a little bit if he could drink more.

"What are you doing? Just those. If you want to drink, drink your own." The old man shot with lightning and grabbed the hip flask directly into his arms.

Sedum squinted, the old guy's movements were too fast, he didn't look like an ordinary old man at all.

"Old man, you asked me for a long time, I still don't know who you are!" Jingtian hugged his shoulders and stopped answering questions, and started to ask the old man.

This old man is definitely not simple, not necessarily that his strength is not simple, only his identity.

If an ordinary old man can work in such a place, it is definitely not what an ordinary old man can do.

"Me? An old guy who is dying of old age, Qian's kindhearted family, arranged a place for me to provide for the elderly, so I don't have to worry about the cost of eating and drinking every day, that's all." The old man said.

"Qian Family?"

Jingtian raised his brows, and then smiled; "You are going to die of old age? I am afraid that you are tens of thousands of years old?"

Sedum finished speaking, watching the old man closely, wanting to see something from his reaction.

However, the old man was unusually calm and took a sip of his drink and said, "Ten thousand years? Isn't that an existence that is about to become a fairy? Old man, I am 80 out of nine this year!"

"Eighty-nine? Your old clothes are a real look. Don't say anything. You keep giving me a booth. I'm going to be busy."

Sedum directly concluded that this old fellow was not an ordinary person, and this time it was certain that the old man's strength was extraordinary.

Because it is too peaceful, it is the biggest loophole.

The old man was taken aback, what did this kid suddenly change?

Is there a flaw in yourself?

But this little **** actually said to pretend to be?

The old man thinks that he definitely has the actor level in acting. There are dozens of them here, and he has naturally come into contact with some special genius alchemists. He has always regarded himself as a dying old guy.

"Don't worry, talk for a while, you just want to earn some spiritual herbs and practice hands when you want to set up a stall, right?"

The old man just refused to give Sedum booth signs, and continued to wave to Sedum and let him sit down.

"I won't sit down. You are always not honest, and you can't talk this day. If you don't give me the booth sign, I won't put it here. I will go directly to the city of Danshifang. The city of Danshifang there is better than here. A lot of it, right?" Jingtian said with a curl of his lips.

After speaking, Sedum was about to turn around and leave.

This kid!

The old man was a little anxious.

He is very interested in Sedum, a sixth-rank alchemist in his early twenties, a high-level pill fire, such a talent can't be missed like this.

Fortunately, the old man didn't realize that Sedum's pill fire was a strange fire, otherwise he would definitely not play acting like this with Sedum at this time.

But even so, he didn't want Sedum to leave.

"Wait a minute, you young man really has no patience. I will give you a booth sign. Alchemy Room No. 88 is for you to use. The period is three days. If you exceed three days, you will be charged."

The old man intended to keep Sedum asking something, but he felt like he was going to be confused if he asked again.

So the old man chose to compromise and took out a twenty centimeter card and a jade gate card from under the table.

When Sedum saw it, he knew that the big signs were the briefings and billboards on the alchemy table.

"There are energy stone pens, let's give a brief introduction here." The old man took out a special stone pen and threw it to Sedum.

Sedum was not welcome, picked up the stone pen, thought about it for a moment, and started to write.

This pen sounds magical, and the characters written on it will naturally turn into a square font, just like the one printed.

"Refining all elixirs below the sixth rank, with double ingredients, and three elixirs for each pot, except for special types."

Sedum did not write his alchemist grade, nor did he write his name introduction.

The old man looked a little speechless, and for the first time he saw someone who didn't even write his name.

And this introduction is a bit crazy.

The alchemists in this small unnamed town are basically low-level, and there are also intermediate-level ones, but they basically don't come to Fang City.

And... there must be five medicinal pills below the sixth rank?

This is too crazy, not to mention the failure rate of alchemy, even if it is successful, there are generally no more than five pills in one pot, and most of them are three or even two.

This depends on the strength of alchemy. Many intermediate alchemy masters can make sure that one of them is good!

"Unless you are a senior alchemist, you dare to write like this, boy, if you can receive an intermediate pill business, old man, I..."

The old man paused when he said that.

Sedum asked quickly; "How are you?"

Sedum felt that this guy might have to dig a hole for himself, so naturally he couldn't let go of this opportunity.