Chapter 332 Master Qingshan
Shen Cong withdrew his gaze indifferently, without answering the guide's words, but continued to walk towards his box.
Immediately afterwards, Yun Guiyue heard another cry of surprise.
Compared to Shen Cong, whose identity is known only to a few core figures, the next one seems to be known to everyone.
He was wearing a loose black robe that hung loosely on his body. His gray beard almost touched his chest, and his eyebrows were also grayish-white. At this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, and both eyebrows seemed to be about to be squeezed together.
He was about eight feet tall and slender, which seemed somewhat inconsistent with his extremely rough face.
Maybe he was annoyed by the people around him, but he suddenly stopped and yelled, "Can you all get away from me? It's so noisy!"
For a moment, the air was silent, but the person being yelled at did not dare to complain at all.
Because this is known to everyone, and he is a highly respected person both in Central Continent and the Four Wildernesses.
Yun Guiyue looked at the familiar figure and chuckled.
Green mountains.
He is known as Master Qingshan.
A few years ago, Qingshan was already a ninth-rank alchemist and was highly respected throughout Central China.
But at that time, Qingshan participated in an alchemy competition with her. At that time, her talent and strength had been recognized by the entire Central Continent, but no one thought that her alchemy would be better than Master Qingshan who had practiced for a hundred years.
But in the competition, she broke through to become an immortal-level alchemist. An immortal-level elixir allowed her to carve out a name for herself among the alchemists in the entire Central Continent.
And her reputation as a saint began to spread from that time.
Qingshan was in seclusion for a long time afterwards, and it was said that she was striving to become an immortal-level alchemist. However, she died in Zhongzhou without seeing this old rival again.
Above the immortal-level alchemists, there are also grades one to nine. I just don’t know what grade of immortal-level alchemist Qingshan has reached now.
Qingshan's ears moved, and he accurately caught the very light laughter.
He looked towards the third floor with an unhappy expression. Who was laughing? Was he being rude to him?
He wanted to use his mental power to explore the other party's background, but before he reached the box, a mental power came first. It did not attack or test, but just appeared in his sea of consciousness for a moment and then left.
It didn't look like a provocation, but rather a warning to him not to act rashly.
Qingshan was shocked.
This way of warning was quite gentle. The other party's mental strength and soul were superior to his, but he had no intention of punishing him.
If he had really tried to test it just now, the other party would probably not have given him such a simple warning.
He lowered his head and asked the guide beside him, "Who is in that box?"
The guide was flattered. He had heard that Master Qingshan had a very bad temper, and he was still scared after being yelled at just now. But now when he spoke to him, he felt a little more friendly.
So he carefully explained, "Master, there is also an alchemist in there."
"What level?"
"This... I don't know."
Qingshan withdrew his gaze. Just a moment ago, he actually felt that the mental power was somewhat familiar. However, in the entire four wildernesses of Central China, the number of people with mental power stronger than his could be counted on one hand, but it should not appear in the Northern Wilderness now.
That's all.
Unable to figure it out, Qingshan stopped exploring and was walking upstairs when he saw Shen Cong walk into a box with an open window.
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