The man in black said coldly.

"Yes, messenger."

Hai Dafu nodded quickly and said.

In a blink of an eye, the morning passed.

In the afternoon, outside a building in the imperial capital.

Chu Feng followed Yang Xiao here.

“Where is this place?”

Chu Feng couldn't help but say as he looked at the building.

"This is the headquarters of the Chinese Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"Today's traditional Chinese medicine conference was held by the president of the traditional Chinese medicine association."

Yang Xiao said.

The group walked in directly and came to the hall where the conference was held.

"Young Master, you can wait here for a while. I'll pick up my father and others."

Yang Xiao looked at Chu Feng and said.

"Yeah, you go."

Chu Feng said, and found a seat and sat down.

There are not many people in this synagogue at this moment.

But everyone present can be said to be the elites in the Chinese traditional Chinese medicine industry.

Most of them are people over forty or fifty years old.

After all, if traditional Chinese medicine wants to master it, it can only be achieved through rich years of experience.

Therefore, true Chinese medicine masters are usually old people in their forties and fifties, or even sixty or seventy years old.

There was only a young man like Chu Feng at the scene, which seemed a little abrupt.

"Boy, it's you, why are you here?"

At this time, a cold and tender shout rang in Chu Feng's ears.

Chu Feng looked up and swept his head.

I saw Liu Yan, a woman in white clothes who appeared in the hospital in the morning, appearing in front of her.

"Where am I showing up? Does it have anything to do with you?"

Chu Feng snorted coldly.

"Boy, this is the place where the traditional Chinese medicine conference is held."

"What qualifications are you, a young boy, to get here?"

"Did you sneak in and want to make a bad intention?"

Liu Yan looked at Chu Feng and snorted coldly.

"Do you know you're too noisy? Shut up!!!"
Chapter completed!