Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Many thanks!" Ye Feng did not dare delay, he cupped his hands and immediately entered.    

But after clearly seeing the scene in front of him, Ye Feng was also shocked.    

Initially, outside the cave, it seemed empty. He thought it was just a smokescreen, but after entering, he saw a bare mountain face, and on the side of the mountain wall, there was a large hole, as if the Mr. Zhao lived in this cave.    

Just as Ye Feng's heart was in turmoil, the cold looking man merely pointed at the cave, and did not say anything more.    

Ye Feng could only step in.    

After walking for less than an hour, the interior of the cave suddenly opened up. A very large hall actually appeared within the cave.    

Standing at the entrance of the hall to size up, Ye Feng's gaze was attracted to the front, and he only felt that the hall in front of him was extremely special.    

The lighting conditions inside the cave were quite average. The hall was very large. Although there were lots of huge oil lamps lit up in the east and west, the interior was very big. Although there were a lot of oil lamps, it still looked dark.    

In the corner of the hall, there were several huge shelves leaning against the wall. On them were various kinds of cauldrons, raw materials, as well as some miscellaneous and strange items that Ye Feng had never seen before.    

He felt it was a bit strange, and focused on observing. Just at this moment, a grey robed elder with a goatee appeared next to Ye Feng without him knowing.    

The old man squinted his small eyes, he was obviously surprised to see Ye Feng, but it quickly turned into a pleasant surprise, and he chuckled as he looked at Ye Feng: "Little brother, you look really new, is this your first time here? There were less and less people coming to this damned place! This old man has long tired of seeing all those smelly faces. It's really great to have a different young man here. Come, come, let's chat for a while. "    

The old man with the goatee shook his head as he spoke, his face showing a bit of disrespect.    

Ye Feng was shocked, he turned and looked at the old man.    

This Goatee Elder was not simple at all, he could actually appear beside without making a sound. If not for him taking the initiative to speak, Ye Feng would not have even noticed his existence.    

Presumably, it was the Mr. Zhao.    

He hastily bowed: "Senior is Mr. Zhao? This lowly one, Ye Feng, greets you, Mr. Zhao … "    

With someone asking for help, Ye Feng lowered his status.    

This old man doesn't like it. If you really think of this old man as a friend, then call me Old Zhao. "" Old Zhao?    

The old man with the goatee frowned as he spoke, as if he was very concerned about his title.    

"Old Zhao …" Ye Feng hesitated, but still called out his intentions.    

Mr. Zhao seemed to be an exceptional person.    

"That's right, little brother, what business do you have with this old man? You're not here to chat with me to relieve your boredom, are you? " Patting Ye Feng's shoulder in satisfaction, the Mr. Zhao said with a smile.    

"If I want to refine a type of Pill, I still lack two main ingredients. Our Pavilion Master Yan s of the Martial House recommended that I look for you, Elder Zhao. Ye Feng tried his best to make his words sound tactful and roundabout, as he did not want to attract too much attention.    

Mr. Zhao was dumbstruck for a moment, his small eyes squinted and started to size Ye Feng up.    

Right at this moment, Ye Feng felt that his mind was completely enveloped by an enormous mental fluctuation, as though even the slightest change in his inner heart was unable to escape the goatee's senses.    

He knew that Mr. Zhao in front of him was borrowing some kind of secret technique to test him and see if what he had said was true.    

However, Ye Feng told the truth from head to toe, he did not have any intention to lie to hide it, and calmly allowed this mental undulation to sweep past his sea of consciousness.    

After a long while, the huge wave of energy released by Mr. Zhao was finally withdrawn. The Old Man also revealed a satisfied expression, looking as if he had gained more favor.    

He nodded at Ye Feng and laughed: "You want me to buy medicine from Yan Er? "No problem, I have a lot of potions here. What do you want, little friend?"    

"Extreme Fire Spiritual Lotus, Returning Spring Mystery …" Ye Feng stuttered in reply.    

"Is he intending to refine the Holy Water of Yuan Yang?" The Mr. Zhao looked at Ye Feng strangely, stroked his beard, and said with a peaceful face: "I do have the Returning Spring Profound Art, and this old man, Extreme Fire Spiritual Lotus, knows where to find it …"    

"What?"    

Ye Feng was overjoyed.    

Originally, when the Mr. Zhao exposed that he was going to refine the Yuan Yang Holy Water, Ye Feng was even shocked. He did not expect that not only did the Mr. Zhao have the Returning Spring Profound Fruit, he also knew where the Extreme Fire Spiritual Lotus were. He even could tell what kind of medicine the Mr. Zhao was refining.    

Don't underestimate this strange old man by his unremarkable appearance. He really can't judge a book by its cover.    

"Little brother, don't be happy too early. Even if you were recommended by little girl Yan, you still have to do one thing for me if you want to buy the medicine from this old man …" Seeing Ye Feng being so happy, Mr. Zhao actually raised his goatee, causing his walnut-like wrinkles to ripple.    

Ye Feng never thought that he would make such a request.    

The Mr. Zhao's strength was unfathomable and his mental strength was similarly enormous. In Ye Feng's impression, even if the Master Dong used all his strength to stimulate his mental energy fluctuations, he still could not reach the level of the Mr. Zhao. The feeling he gave himself was somewhat similar to the feeling he got from the Inscription Council he had seen last time.    

Such an expert, although he did not understand why he would be so happy to see him, based on his status and position in the black market, anything he wanted would be as simple as just giving an order, right?    

But now, she actually said that she wanted to do something for him? This matter was perhaps even more difficult than he had imagined.    

"Excuse me, what is it?" Ye Feng could do nothing about it, and asked resentfully.    

"Little brother, what do you want to refine the Yang Sacred Water for?" Seeing Ye Feng's look, Mr. Zhao suddenly laughed and asked.    

"I need to use the holy water to save something very important." In front of this elder, Ye Feng did not dare to hide anything, and spoke honestly.    

The Mr. Zhao nodded his head, his expression becoming slightly anxious. He looked at the entrance of the hall, and then whispered into Ye Feng's ears: "This old man doesn't care what you want to do, since Yan Lü asked you to come find me, then you should be a trustworthy person. This old man doesn't have much time left, I can't wait any longer, so you have to help this old man with this matter."    

Ye Feng never thought that Yan Siya would actually have such a reason for telling him to look for the Mr. Zhao, and her brows knitted together for a moment.    

What he wanted the two of them to do in secret was definitely not something trivial. He didn't know if it was possible for him to accomplish with his current cultivation level and strength …