145: C145 Pills Made from Iron Are Simply a Slap to the Face

C145 Pills Made from Iron Are Simply a Slap to the Face

Hearing Jin Zhenghang's laughter, Ling Feng frowned, he was slightly angry, he had never heard of someone daring to be so arrogant, challenging the martial cultivator of China, and boasting shamelessly.

Whoever offends the Chinese will be killed!

Therefore, Ling Feng stood up and said, "No need to trouble yourself, I'll compete with you!"

"Master Ling …" When Zhou Bowen saw Ling Feng stand up to fight, he immediately wanted to stop him.

Seeing that Ling Feng had stood up, Zhou Yuxin was not nervous anymore. She knew that Ling Feng was from Sword Cultivator and was very powerful. Jin Zhenghang was definitely not his match.

Zhou Bowen was also looking at Ling Feng. Originally, he brought Feng to deal with an unexpected situation. He didn't expect Ling Feng to directly step forward to compete with Jin Zhenghang.

Zhou Bowen was still stuck at Ling Feng's level of strength. He did not know what Ling Feng was like and he had never seen the Sword Cultivator before either. He had only heard about it from Zhou Yuxin.

"Alright, can we start now?" Ling Feng looked at him and said.

"Haha, boy, with just you? "Compared to me, do you know what pill forging is?" Jin Zhenghang said with a smile. His eyes were full of ridicule.

"Enough nonsense, hurry up and start!"

Ling Feng said lightly.

The surrounding people all looked at Ling Feng with a face full of shock. A young man who was a little over 10 years old actually dared to compete with others in alchemy, let alone Cultivation, even if he had enough Cultivation, he wouldn't be more experienced than Jin Zhenghang!

Everyone was sweating for Ling Feng.

"Fine, I'll show you how I'll beat you this time!" After Jin Zhenghang said this, he took out a small scale furnace. From the looks of this furnace, it really was not an ordinary furnace.

Golden light shone in the air. The cauldron was surrounded by spiritual energy, so it should be a magical equipment.

"Brat, do you see this? This is my Pill Refining Furnace — — Zi Yun. What about yours? Take it out and have a look! " Jin Zhenghang said arrogantly.

When the surrounding people saw this pill furnace, their faces all changed. They had already guessed the outcome in their hearts. Ling Feng definitely wouldn't be Jin Zhenghang's match.

Jin Zhenghang was originally over twenty years older than Ling Feng, and now with a magical equipment, how could an eighteen or nineteen year old youth like Ling Feng be a match for him?

"To deal with you, you even need to use a cauldron. You are simply pasting gold on your face." "Master Fang, can I borrow your cooking pots?" Ling Feng was filled with disdain towards Jin Zhenghang as he turned to look at Yuan Ming and said.

"What did you say? It's just a cooking pot. Hahahaha, I'm dying from laughter."

Hearing Ling Feng's words, Jin Zhenghang was laughing out loud, while Zhou Bowen's face changed. They never thought that Ling Feng would say he would use a cooking pot to concoct pills. They never dared to believe and never heard of this.

Was this brat really here for a duel? They came to embarrass us.

Everyone had the same thought in their hearts, even Zhou Bowen and Zhou Yuxin's expressions changed.

"Ling Feng..."

"Don't worry!"

Just as Zhou Yuxin was about to say something, she was interrupted by Ling Feng. Ling Feng was now full of confidence, and when Yuan Ming looked at Ling Feng's confident look, he directly asked: "Little Benefactor, are you sure you want to use the competition pot to concoct pills?"

"Of course!"

"Reverend Yuan Ming, the people of the world have said that they want to use a frying pan to compete with me. They say that I do not have the qualifications and you can just directly use a frying pan to fry with him!" "Haha."

Jin Zhenghang said with a smile. He was sure that Ling Feng was here to make up the numbers. If he could concoct pills with the frying pan, he would eat this furnace.

Very soon, Yuan Ming had someone bring Ling Feng a frying pan. Ling Feng, on the other hand, weighed the frying pan with his hand and found that it was of decent quality.

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