The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss - Chapter 1536 – The last battle (16)

Chapter 1536 – The last battle (16)

For a moment, everyone’s gaze all assembled on Grandmaster Rong Yun’s body.

Everyone all wanted to know how Grandmaster Rong Yun saw this matter.

At this moment, Grandmaster Rong Yun sat peacefully on the chair, reclined against the chair’s back. His gaze was secluded and far-reaching, his expression tranquil as water. Simply couldn’t tell what he was thinking of.

Suddenly, Grandmaster Rong Yun’s pair of beautiful eyes looked towards old man Luo, his tone light as the clouds. His expression was apathetic: “Thunder Bow Technique?”

Luo family passed on based on refining medicine, but their strength was also very strong. Luo family’s Thunder Bow Technique made lighting element experts drool with desire. Although they wanted it, they couldn’t get it ah.

Old man Luo faintly returned his gaze: “It’s just Thunder Bow technique, could it be that Grandmaster Rong Yun is interested?”

Even old man Luo must also respectfully call Rong Yun as grandmaster and didn’t dare to offend him the slightest.

Grandmaster Rong Yun was a Grandmaster level apothecary. Luo family became famous because of refining medicine but didn’t have a single Grandmaster level apothecary ah. Moreover, in the past several hundred years, there wasn’t one in his family, this was a matter that really slapped his face ah.

“Uh-huh.” Grandmaster Rong Yun’s robe was graceful and scholarly, looking handsome and full of spirit.

He nodded, red lips hooking up as he carelessly said: “Want to bet?”

“How does Grandmaster want to set the bet?” Old man Luo gathered close, full of interest.

Grandmaster Rong Yun held the teacup, the heat rising up in spirals made his eyes seem blurred and deep. He slowly said: “This seat bets that Nangong family’s little boy will win.”

Only Monarch-ranked super strong experts were qualified to call themselves ‘this seat’. The people present, besides Grandmaster Rong Yun, no one else had this qualification.

Old man Luo very matter-of-factly slapped the Thunder Bow technique on the table as he coldly smiled: “This old man bets Dongfang Xuan, that little boy, wins!”

Grandmaster Rong Yun put down the teacup and from his own space, took out 《Insights to the pharmacology at the grandmaster rank》book, and placed it together with that 《Thunder Bow technique》.

“《Insights to the pharmacology at the Grandmaster rank》?”The flesh at the corner of old man Luo’s lip pulled, so excited that he almost couldn’t control himself.

People at his high level shouldn’t be this excited, but this book that Grandmaster Rong Yun took out was not ordinary ah! Luo family’s master believed that as long as he thoroughly researched this book 《Insights to the pharmacology at the Grandmaster rank》, there was a great possibly he could be promoted to Grandmaster level apothecarist.

If you must know, old man Luo had been stuck at Master level apothecary for close to a hundred years!

Old man Luo very cautiously hid his happiness and nodded, pretending to be indifferent: “This book is okay.”

Grandmaster Rong Yun’s red lips hooked up, and with a smile that wasn’t a smile, cast him a glance. But he didn’t say anything else.

On this continent, lightning technique books were rare. High level lightning techniques were so rare as to be pathetic. Although Grandmaster Rong Yun had always called Nangong Liuyun foolish little boy, however, when he recalled that it would be this foolish boy that would protect his family’s apprentice, only then did his interest move to get this technique from old man Luo’s hand.

On the battle stage, the two people’s fight had entered the most intense stage.

Dongfang Xuan was like a god of war that came from ancient times, his Juesha Sword was powerful and ferocious. Menacing, and its imposing manner was even more earth-shaking.

A dark blue water vapor appeared on Nangong Liuyun’s body like an armor protecting him.

Nangong Liuyun had always been at a disadvantage. He only had the chance to defend. Whereas Dongfang Xuan pressed closer, step by step, with continuous attacks full of killing intent.

Suddenly, Nangong Liuyun’s eyes tightly knotted.

The pain in his legs became more and more intense, and it even affected his consciousness. If he continued like this, maybe before he was killed by the opponent, he would faint on the battle stage. This kind of result was not something Nangong Liuyun was happy to see.