Liu Zhengyang shook his head laughed and cried, not knowing what to say about Zhong Qinglei.

No matter whether the opponent is strong or weak, will they still have to face it in the end?

So what's the point of worrying about whether the other party is strong or weak?

It’s better to just improve your strength.

"Okay, let's not talk about such a depressing thing." Zhong Qinglei suddenly asked, "Liu Zhengyang, the border town is over. The Yuanman cultivators in this place are basically running cleanly. Hou Chengzhi's revenge has also been avenged. What should we do next?"

Liu Zhengyang had long thought that Zhong Qinglei would ask this question.

Moreover, he himself had thought of similar problems and had come up with countermeasures.

After Zhong Qinglei asked, he answered with the opportunity: "It's very simple. After improving his strength, continue to cause trouble and damage to Yuan Man, and also need to dig out their foundation. So before leaving the border town, we have one more thing to do."

"What do you want to do?" Zhong Qinglei racked his brains and couldn't even think of Liu Zhengyang's purpose.

Liu Zhengyang replied: "I want to distribute the Immortal Pill to each monk in the border city."

"What?" Zhong Qinglei was shocked, looking at Liu Zhengyang as if he was looking at a monster.

He put his hands on Liu Zhengyang's forehead and felt the temperature for a while, then asked loudly: "Liu Zhengyang, do you know what you are talking about? Is your brain broken? That's the immortal pill. Even if you have good alchemy skills, you don't have to do that, right?"

After pausing, he continued, "And after the monks in the border town become stronger, aren't you afraid that they will be enemies with you?"

Zhong Qinglei's considerations are indeed very realistic.

These monks are active in the border town. Once the Yuanman people make a comeback, they will still be used by Yuanman.

That would be equivalent to becoming Liu Zhengyang's enemy.

Who would be so stupid as to cultivate your own enemies?

Moreover, the Immortal Pill is not that easy to refine, and the medicinal materials that need to be consumed are very precious.

Otherwise, the Yang family and Yuanman people would not have to work hard to purchase precious medicinal materials from the outside world.

So where did Liu Zhengyang get so many precious medicinal materials to refine one immortal pill for each person?

Liu Zhengyang replied slowly: "The Yuanman and the monks of the Yang family need to consume a lot of precious medicinal materials, but because their level of alchemy is too bad to fully exert the efficacy of the medicinal materials. As long as they can fully exert their medicinal power, they do not need too precious medicinal materials."

After saying that, Liu Zhengyang took out the needed medicinal materials from the Secret Palace and began to refine them in front of Zhong Qinglei.

After the refining was completed, he had six more immortal pills in his hand.

Zhong Qinglei took one of the immortal pills, observed it carefully, and felt the medicinal power: "It feels like it is indeed no different from the immortal pills I took. You are simply amazing. You can actually do this with ordinary medicinal herbs."

"It's no big deal. If you also have an alchemy of my level, you can do it too." Liu Zhengyang said disrespectfully.

"It's simple." Zhong Qinglei rolled his eyes and said, "The question now is, how can others have your level of alchemy?"

No matter what, Liu Zhengyang has proved with practical actions that he can refine qualified immortal pills.

He continued to practice and asked Zhong Qinglei to distribute the Immortal Pill to others.
Chapter completed!