The Alchemist God

Alright, Lin Zhi, come with me!

At this time, a middle-aged man came in outside. He had a big beard and seemed to have never shaved. He raised his sword eyebrows and said: What are you doing dawdling, come with me quickly, and I will arrange your Residence, you will start working tomorrow, hey, don’t blame me for not reminding you, sparring is not a job that ordinary people can do!”

Lin Muyu nodded and followed behind him.

On the way, I finally couldn't help asking: Uncle, what's your name?

The uncle was so called that his heart ached, so he blew his beard and shouted: My name is Zhang Wei, a 58th-level battle saint, a silver star instructor in the temple, and I am 32 years old this year. If you call me uncle again, I will break you boy! neck!

Lin Muyu nodded and said, Master Zhang Wei, is Silver Star instructor very strong?

Hmph, you'll know soon. More and faster chapters please.

Zhang Wei pointed to his chest, where a silver star badge was pinned, and said with a sneer, The instructors in the temple are divided into four levels, in order: Gold Star, Silver Star, Bronze Star, and Iron Star. Stepping into the realm of heaven, but it’s just as easy to teach you! Let’s go, your residence is coming soon.”

yes.

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There are not too many residences in the temple, but at least it is a one-person house. Lin Muyu's residence is a little shabby. There is a big crack in the wall, and the cold wind blows in, and he touched it The quilt was as hard as a brick, and God knows how long it hadn't been washed. Zhang Wei took it and left. He just told him where the canteen was and where he needed to work tomorrow. Update as soon as possible

If it comes, it will be safe. After putting down the Liaoyuan sword, he went to the stable to find his steed, fed some fodder, and then returned to the room. The sun was shining outside, so he unwrapped and washed the quilt. While he was drying the sheets, Hearing the sound of ouch, ouch from the next door, it seemed that someone was there.

I just arrived here, it seems that I shouldn't be troublesome, but I endured it for a while, the voice kept coming, so I finally couldn't help it, walked over to the door and knocked: Are you okay, brother?

I'm fine... who are you? the person inside asked.

My name is Lin Zhi, the new sparring teacher.

Oh, you're new here? Then you'll have to suffer. He hesitated for a moment and said, Lin Zhi, come in.

Pushing open the door, only to find a person lying on the bed, constantly, a large bruise on his arm, on his forehead, and a large swollen eye, maybe this person's original appearance is still the same. She is pretty, but now she looks extremely embarrassed, she is about to be beaten into a meat bun!

Brother, what's wrong with you? Lin Muyu wanted to laugh, but tried her best to restrain herself, thinking that she was a good young man, so she couldn't gloat.

The injured sobbed, and said, It's not that bastard Zhang Wei, because he is an instructor, he doesn't have a sense of control. Which of the trainers here hasn't had Zhang Wei's fist?

Lin Muyu's heart sank: Is it true that the only thing left for the training partner is to be beaten?

Otherwise, the rule of the temple is that the training partner must never fight back, otherwise he is not a training partner.

That's it...

Lin Muyu glanced at his swollen head again, almost laughed out loud, took out a bottle of healing medicine from his bosom, and said, I'll give you some medicine, don't cry about the pain.

Okay, don't call it hurt...ah, it hurts, it hurts! You bastard, be gentle!

...

The effect of the first-grade healing medicine is absolutely first-class. After a few minutes, the pain of the injured person has weakened a lot, and he began to speak again. His name is Qin Ziling. Because his surname is Qin, it is said that he used to be the blood of the royal family of the Qin Empire, but it has just disappeared. , his father was waiting for him to comprehend the Martial Soul of Binding Shensuo, and it turned out...

In the end, what kind of martial spirit did you comprehend? Lin Muyu asked.

Qin Ziling opened his hand, and a plant sprang out of his palm. Lin Muyu recognized it, and blurted out: I wipe it, dog's tail flower?

Will you die if you don't tell me? Qin Ziling gave him a resentful look.

It doesn't matter, no matter how trashy the martial spirit is, it's impressive to be strong. Lin Muyu opened his hand, and the orange gourd martial spirit swayed in his palm, and said with a smile: Look at my green gourd, the tenth-class martial spirit, isn't it? It has been cultivated by me to the point where it is today.

Qin Ziling could naturally feel the powerful power of the gourd spirit, and was dumbfounded.

...

At noon, Lin Muyu helped Qin Ziling get out of bed, and went to the dining hall for dinner, but when Qin Ziling just entered, he also hid like a frightened bird and said, Lin Zhi, the hall on the right side of the dining hall is where the instructors eat. We, the trainers, need to stand and eat by the low wall on the left.”

Lin Muyu was speechless, thinking that there are so many rules in the temple, and the hierarchical system is too strict, but this is indeed beneficial, and it can make people work harder.

More and more people came to eat one after another, including trainers and instructors, and each instructor always held his head high, especially those gold-star instructors and silver-star instructors, who wished to put their badges on other people's faces.

Hey, Mr. Sandbag seems to be swollen today? Not far away, a silver star instructor teased Qin Ziling.

Qin Ziling was a little dull, chewing food silently. The lunch for the training partner was third-class rations, a piece of flatbread and a bowl of broth. For things like cabbage stalks, Lin Muyu lowered his head to eat, as long as he could eat enough, he was not that picky eater.

Instead, the Yinxing instructor continued to tease and laughed: Mr. Sandbag, I heard that you are still a descendant of the imperial family, why didn't you comprehend the martial spirit of binding the gods, hahaha, quickly release your dog tail flower for everyone to enjoy! Ha ha ha!

The crowd laughed in a circle, Qin Ziling blushed at the words, and pounded the soaked bread in the bowl with chopsticks. Please come to more and faster chapters.

At this moment, Lin Muyu couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and said to the silver star instructor: He is a worker in the temple, no different from you, don't humiliate him like this again, it is tantamount to humiliating yourself.

The instructor immediately became angry, and raised his eyes: What kind of thing are you, a mere sparring teacher, do you have a place to speak here?

As he said that, he suddenly bent his body slightly, and the next moment he bumped into him, the image of a bear's martial spirit appeared on his shoulder. This is a powerful cultivator, no wonder he was so rampant. People suffer!

Be careful, Lin Zhi! Qin Ziling said in shock.

Lin Muyu was unusually calm. She turned around and took a few steps back, and opened her hand to call out the Gourd Martial Soul, the double defense bonus of Dragon Scale Wall + Black Tortoise Shell, and summoned up her true energy!

Peng!

There was a loud noise, and the air waves swayed around. Update as soon as possible

Qin Ziling almost didn't dare to look and closed his eyes, but when he opened his eyes, he found that the silver star instructor was bounced off and fell to the ground in embarrassment, while Lin Muyu stood there as if nothing had happened, motionless .

Ahahaha... Instructor Lei Ying, what's wrong with you? A group of instructors around began to laugh at this instructor named Lei Ying again.

Lei Ying blushed all over his face, but after contacting him, he already knew that this kid was very strong, so he turned his head and left with a cold snort.

...

On the way back, Qin Ziling was so happy that he was about to dance.

Lin Zhi, it's really enjoyable. You don't know how angry Lei Ying's donkey face has become. Hahaha, many accompanying trainers have been injured under the impact of his bear spirit. The sparring teacher let out a bad breath!

Lin Muyu smiled and said: Zi Ling, you have to become stronger quickly, otherwise you will still be reduced to the role of being beaten.

Qin Ziling's expression darkened, and he said, Do you think I don't want to become stronger? My father has been forcing me to practice since I was a child, but there are different levels of talent. I know how much I have. I'm almost 30 years old. But I haven't even entered the realm, and I have comprehended a waste martial soul, I think I will be like this in my life...

Lin Muyu didn't know how to comfort him, so she patted him on the shoulder and said, It's okay, I'm born to be useful...

Qin Ziling didn't understand what he meant, but he thought it made sense.

In the evening, Lin Muyu left the temple and went to the Department of Spiritual Medicine to find Chu Yao. Sure enough, Chu Yao was already highly valued in the Department of Spiritual Medicine by virtue of her cultivation in the God of Medicine, and she was listed as a second-class alchemist on the first day. In the ranks of pharmacists, in comparison, she is more successful than herself in the temple!

Ayu!

After seeing Lin Muyu, Chu Yao was very happy, and took him to play around the elixir department. In fact, there was nothing interesting, except that refining medicine was refining medicine, and Lin Muyu was already used to everything about herbal medicine. don't care.

When it gets dark, return to the temple.

Just practice in the room, the space is too small to practice the magic sound knife, so you can only temper the strength of the true energy silently. In fact, cultivation is nothing more than refining the purity of the true energy again and again, and you will gain more in the process. stronger power.

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At this time, in the Xunlong Forest.

Under the moonlight, a row of rock walls towered into the sky like sharp knives in the jungle, and there was a small recessed shape under the rock walls, and a trace of fire came out from there.

The dew fell drop by drop on the girl's white shoulders along the pine tree on the rock. She gently pulled off her clothes and poured the freshly refined potion on the wound on her back, but bursts of burning pain made her just She could grit her silver teeth tightly to endure the pain, but she couldn't help it, and a trace of tears slipped down from the corner of her eyes along her long eyelashes.

With a rumbling stomach, she looked at the dark jungle, twitched her delicate nose, and said to herself aggrievedly: Is there something wrong with this golden sore medicine? Why is it so painful... ...If it was Mumu's potion, it wouldn't hurt, would it?

As she said that, she looked up at the stars in the sky, and murmured: Mumu, you must not be dead, right?

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