Chapter 120 (1/2)

”What?”

Although Mo Jue yuan has already prepared, but really wait for the Yan Rong to bring up, Mo Jue yuan is still quite shocked, this apex blood is equivalent to the essence of the whole blood, although a single drop can not die, but it will make Mo Jue yuan foundation greatly damaged, and even lead to the retreat of mojue far.

You should know how difficult it is for Qi practitioners to upgrade one level. However, the request made by master Yanrong may lead to the retrogression of Mo Jueyuan's cultivation. Such a request is too much.

Mo Chueh yuan was embarrassed. His face was very ugly. However, master Yan Rong said with a smile

”Of course, I won't let you suffer. I've already added several kinds of tonic and Peiyuan liquid to your Huayuan liquid to help you consolidate your foundation. Although you lose a drop of blood, you won't fall into the realm. Moreover, if you promise, I'll give you some compensation. Just mention what you want, and I'll promise.”

As he said that, master Yanrong's face showed a strong self-confidence, but it's not that he exaggerates. Master Yanrong really has this strength. As an old monster who has been living in the world for many years, he has accumulated countless treasures. More importantly, the old monster is an alchemist. As a noble Alchemist, there must be many people who want him, And he helped people alchemy reward is not small, of course, Yan Rong venerable wealth but rich incomparable, naturally qualified to say so much.

Mo Jueyuan hears the words and looks at the master Yan Rong quietly. He sees that the master Yan Rong has a gentle smile on his face. His face is extremely confident, but his eyes occasionally flash a fierce color. Obviously, if Mo Jueyuan doesn't agree, there will be no good end.

”Master, I don't understand. Since I want my blood and strength, I don't need to trade with you. Why...”

Mo Jueyuan doesn't care at the moment. Things have come to such a point that he has two ends: first, he has successfully traded with him; second, he has died without him. Where does Mo Jueyuan need to care? He immediately speaks frankly.

Yan Rong's eyes flashed a touch of fine light, and he looked up at Mo Jueyuan again. In his heart, he also paid attention to Mo Jueyuan. The question that Mo Jueyuan asked was the most tangled thing for Yan Rong. Yan Rong thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of any other way

”It's not easy to take out the blood and use it. You have to be willing to give it out. Once you have complaints in your heart, the effect of the blood will be completely different, so...”

When Mo Jueyuan heard that master Yanrong said this, he understood all of them. No wonder master Yanrong was so polite to himself. Although killing himself could extract the blood from his heart, he would have a grudge against him, and that blood could not be refined. Therefore, master Yanrong must let himself trade willingly.

When Mo Jueyuan thought of this, he immediately felt relieved and began to think about what he needed? What should the old monster take in exchange for his own blood?

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Jueyuan finally thought about it. He immediately raised his head and looked at the elder Yan Rong. He saluted respectfully but not flatteringly and said:

”Master, I understand what you mean. I agree to trade with you.”

The master Yan Rong smiles confidently, and his face doesn't change much. As an old monster who has lived for countless years, he has a good sense of his expression. He nods and says solemnly:

”It's best for Mo Xiaoge to agree to exchange. However, I have a request. I must swear that I am willing to trade with him. Only with this kind of hard work can I make a pill.”

Mo Jueyuan nodded without hesitation. He had already thought about this point raised by master Yanrong. If he had resentment when he took out his blood, would the Huoyan pill practiced by master Yanrong become a poison pill? Yan Rong Zun is such a thoughtful old monster that he can't think of this. Therefore, it's inevitable to make himself swear.

No one dares to break the oath, unless he has lived enough. Once he breaks the oath, it doesn't matter much. But when it comes to promotion, it's easy to go wrong. Failure in promotion is a trivial matter, and it's normal to die.

”The elder said, the younger naturally do, however, the younger also have a request, also ask the elder to agree.”

”You said

Mo Jueyuan looked at the master Yan Rong and said word by word:

”I dare to ask you to make an oath. I will never deal with you afterwards.”

”You...”

In a moment, Mo Jueyuan felt as if the sky had collapsed. In that frenzied momentum, Mo Jueyuan was like a small tree in a strong wind. He was swaying around. The wind only needed a minute to break the branches.

Fortunately, this violent momentum appeared for only a moment, and then it was put away by master Yanrong. Mo Jueyuan collapsed on the ground with a puff. He gasped heavily, and his robe was completely wet, as if soaked in water. In this short moment, Mo Jueyuan felt that he had experienced life and death. The feeling that he could not grasp life and death made him very uncomfortable, The desire for power is even stronger.

However, through this moment, Mo Jueyuan knew how terrible the so-called old monster was. It is estimated that even if Lu Fan and Pang Fei shot together, it was not enough for the old guy to clap his hand.

As for Mo Jueyuan's ”excessive demand”, master Yanrong really wanted to slap him to death. In his eyes, Mo Jueyuan was not much better than mole ants. He was a powerful person in the world. When did he swear to the existence of mole ants? If others dare to make such a request, they will definitely let him not survive, not to die, people die, the soul can not think better.

However, when he thought that he still needed Mo Jueyuan's willing dedication, the master Yanrong forced himself to resist. His angry face disappeared, and then he showed a soft smile and said to Mo Jueyuan

”Well, I swear. As long as I practice the Huoyan pill and get rid of the poison, I will never attack Mo Jueyuan afterwards. If I disobey this oath, heaven and earth will abandon it. Brother Mo, you are satisfied with that. ”

Yan Rong's face showed a smile, looking at Mo Jueyuan, his eyes flashed cold awn.