Time is slow and slow, and fast.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Fanlai has been medicinal island for half a year.

In the past six months, he has collected all the medicinal spectrum of the drug island into the nano-watch, including the five and six kinds of ephemeral drug spectrum - only seven grades of the drug spectrum, because it only exists in the medicine hall, so until now Zhang Fan has not seen it.

And all four of the linguists and five linguists, Zhang Fan has already matured.

On this day, the great housekeeper asked people to find Zhang Fan, who was refining medicine.

Open the door to the mountain: "Zhang Fan, you have been on the island of medicine for half a year, I think it is time to go to the medicine hall to try."

“The medicine hall?”Zhang Fan had some accidents, "isn't it a rule to say three years?"

The butler smiled as usual, shook his head and said, “In fact, it is only necessary to make new people more skilled in the basics of those medicinals.”After that, even if they are recognized by the sense of medicine, they will continue to stay here and study until they have perfected all four and five spirits.

"But after these days of observation, I have found that you have been able to refine all the four known ethereal drugs and five kinds of ethereal drugs, and you can also refine the perfect.This has reached the level of “graduation”.Now go to the medicine hall, there is a good chance that the drug god will be approved.”

He speaks with joy in his heart.

Why didn’t he want to go to the medicine hall early?

Because in the medicine hall, there is the drug spectrum of the nine turns of the soul that he thinks about day and night.

With the drug spectrum, he can find someone to help him refine the nine-turn soul.

“When can I go?”

Zhang Fan asked urgently.

"If you're ready, you can go now."

He said, “That’s great!”

The butler smiled and nodded, carrying Zhang Fan, and went out of the door.

Along the way, those people heard that Zhang Fan was going to enter the medicine hall today, and they were all excited, and they all followed them.

After all, Zhang Fan has been the only person who has been most likely to get the approval of the drug god for so many years.

As they get closer to the medicine hall, more and more people follow.

They all put down their work and came to witness this historic moment.

A few minutes later, Zhang Fan followed the housekeeper and came to the largest building.

On the plaque in front of the building, three large characters are engraved with the fence: the medicine hall.

The butler did not hesitate to open the door and said to Zhang Fan: "Come in as I am."

Zhang Fan immediately followed the housekeeper into the medicine hall.

At the same time, there are several high-levels of the drug island.

The rest can only wait outside.

After entering the medicine hall, Zhang Fan looked around and found that the furnishings in this medicine hall were very simple.

In the middle of the statue, the statue looks like a fairy duct bone, like a fairy.

Naturally, this is medicine.

The walls around the room were covered with drugs.

Zhang Fan casually looked at it and found that it was basically a six-, seven-level or even eight-level drug spectrum.

There is no grade 9 drug.

This is understandable to Zhang Fan, because it is said that the drug god is ultimately just an eight-level medicine practitioner, and did not reach the ninth level.

Not only the drug god, but even in the history of the entire continent, no one can reach the ninth level.

Because if you want to be a 9th grade medicine practitioner, you must become a 9th grade martial saint.

Imagine that to be a wusheng requires a very genius, and a lot of time and energy is spent on cultivation.

To become a 9th grade, you need more genius, more time and energy.

To become a ninth-level refiner requires more energy and time than a ninth-level martial arts.

Even if a person can achieve the ninth level of martial arts, the rest of the time will be very little, it is impossible to build on the refining of medicine.

So throughout history, the most talented refiners can only reach the eighth level in the end.

The butler said to Zhang Fan, “Bye three times in front of the statue of the drug god, his old man’s thoughts will appear.”Whether you can get the approval of his old man depends on your creation.These drugs around them are only eligible for those who have his approval.”

Zhang Fan nodded, came to the statue, fell to his knees, and bowed down.

After three bows, he raised his head.

At this moment, a faint white shadow emerged from the statue.

This man is dressed in white, white-haired, white-haired, and fairy tikka bone.

They look like real gods.

He looked down at Zhang Fan, and among the gods, he could not see any emotion.

The housekeeper next to him and several senior hands were sweating.

They’ve seen this scene many times over the years.

But in the end, no one can get the approval of the drug god.

I don’t know what the outcome of today’s event will be.

Zhang Fan has some doubts.

The idea of this drug god is just to look at himself, without words, without any expression, what is he doing?

Just when Zhang Fan doubted, the condescending looking down at his drug god suddenly opened his eyes and had an incredible expression: “Are you the son of God?”

The rest of the world looked at him in amazement.

They had heard the rumor of the Son of God before, but they all thought it was only made up of the gates of immortality.

I didn't know it was true.

He nodded his head, “Huh.”

As soon as this statement came out, I saw that the idea of the drug god was suddenly a little panicked, fell directly from the air to the ground, and said to Zhang Fan: “Get up, get up quickly...”

Everyone around me looked a little bit.

Even if you are a child of God’s choice, don’t you have to be so scared?

How can you say that you are also a drug god, pay attention to the image?

Zhang Fan is also a bit of a truce.

Even if you are a child of choice, the drug god does not need this, right?

It makes me a little confused.

According to the drug, he stood up.

The drug god continued to look at Zhang Fan, and his eyes were shining: "Smelling the ghost fire of the dark, absorbing the fire of chaos, and it is worthy of the son of God's choice."It seems that you are the first person in the fairy world most likely to absorb the three major gods and fire."

“Uh...” Zhang Fan said, “But the fire is almost impossible to refine or absorb.”

"It is impossible for others, but don't forget that you are the Son of God."

The drug god.

He nodded his head and said it too.

Since he is the son of God’s chosen people, wouldn’t it be a logical thing for the drug god to accept himself as a disciple?

The other high-levels next to them are also full of joy.

Since Zhang Fan is already the son of God's choice, then the drug god will surely accept Zhang Fan as a disciple.

This will be the only sophisticalist who has become a drug god disciple for thousands of years.

At this time, he listened to the drug god and said, "But I can't accept you as a disciple."

“Uh . . .