Chapter 5

What's the matter? Qin Huan was alert. He didn't care too much about leaving the pheasant king and took a little pill from his arms and swallowed it.

After the light of the small blue light, the power of the pill will increase after upgrading. One pill is more than the previous three. The flow of medicinal power quickly turned into spiritual power. Soon Qin Huan's two Qi refining magic power had all recovered, even slightly improved.

There was no time to feel hurt, so he wasted a little elixir. Qin Huan leaned against the stone wall and slowly went down. Just now he has considered clearly that the disposal department is his best choice and cannot be given up easily.

Of course, the most important reason for him to make this decision is that the disposal department has replaced more than ten people in seven years, and the shortest one has lasted for two months. It can be seen that even if there is danger in it, it will never be fatal immediately.

Have a safe journey.

In addition to his own footsteps, there was no sound under the quiet ground. Qin Huan was afraid to be careless. After searching carefully for several times, he was sure there was no danger before he relaxed and thought.

Since there is no external danger, the cut marks at the entrance, as well as the spilled blood, can only be caused by the monks in the former disposal division.

Why is that?

Qin Huan was puzzled, but he couldn't find the answer. He paid close attention and began to clean up. The last dead senior brother Wang should be very painful at the end of the day, so he made a mess of his residence. Although he didn't care about the living environment, he would stay here for a long time in the future and still have to clean up.

After an hour, Qin Huan carefully cleaned all the places, but he didn't find any gains in the process.

It seems that some things will come to him later.

On the putuan, Qin Huan took out all the elixir pills and counted 37. He could not wait for them. He has been holding on for several days. Now he has a safe environment and can't stand it any longer. I don't know how much these 37 holy pills can improve his cultivation.

Swallow the pill, close your eyes and absorb it!

Qin Huan's whole mind was completely immersed in practice, and his body's magic power was constantly improving at an amazing speed.

When the last elixir was turned into surging magic force and integrated into cultivation, Qin Huan opened his eyes slowly, a glimmer of light flashed by, dazzling in the dark. His whole face is ruder than before, but his back is straight, which naturally gives out a different momentum.

Atmosphere, calm, confident!

Like a new baby!

Qin Huan could not help smiling when he felt the powerful magic power in his body.

Five layers of refining gas!

Thirty seven upgraded elixirs have raised his accomplishments to three realms by force, which is due to his poor aptitude, slow absorption of spiritual power, and waste of many medicinal power. Otherwise, he can reach a higher level.

But Qin Huan was satisfied with the five level realm of refining Qi. He didn't dare to think about it before. It's a pity that the elixir has been used up. Other elixirs haven't figured out the function yet, so the cultivation can only stop here.

Qin Huan started to twist his body a little, and a "crackling" bone burst. Qin Huan's face was a little frightened when he calculated the time. Unexpectedly, he spent nearly seven days in this practice. He didn't feel it at all. It seemed that it was only for a while.

"There is no time for cultivating immortals. In a few hundred years I have some idea of this sentence today. " Qin Huan sighed. He immediately stopped thinking and went to another house. Before cleaning up, he knew that it was a study, and there were many ancient books and records of elixir, but at that time he was eager to cultivate, and did not stay much.

Now it's time to have a look. You can also determine what the remaining pills are in your hand and resume cultivation as soon as possible. After experiencing the rapid improvement of cultivation, Qin Huan had completely loved it. This feeling of cultivation.

In fact, it is a study with several rough stone holes chiseled on the stone wall. There is nothing but a set of broken tables and chairs. There is an oil lamp on the table. It's supposed to be used for lighting. There is a pile of dry ink and disordered paper beside it. The handwriting is extremely scrawled.

Qin Huan didn't need to light the lamp. He looked at the paper on the table first. He cursed and cursed the poison with astonishing eyes. It was useless.

Sweeping aside with a wave, he turned to get a book without a name.

Turn to the first page.

"Xu's life is full of alchemy, but it's hard for him to enter the room because of his dullness. He keeps his experience in the future and hopes to get the future's ability..."

Glanced a few times, all is the grumbling message, turned over.

Soon, Qin Huan was refreshed.

This monk Xu recorded his alchemy process in detail. This book is similar to an alchemy note. What's more, he also described the situation of the alchemy, which was what Qin Huan needed most.

He could read it quickly. Maybe his accomplishments were improved. Qin Huan's memory was also strengthened. After a while, he wrote down the contents of the book, especially about the description of pills.

The friar Xu's accomplishments were not high, so he could only refine low-level pills, which was exactly what Qin Huan needed. Several pills in his opponent had been judged.

But he didn't take any notice of it. He took out several ancient books of pills with different handwriting, checked them and confirmed each other, and finally determined the names of three kinds of pills, namely Yang Yuan pill, solid pill and pigudan.Yangyuan pill is similar to dianlingdan, which is a pill for improving cultivation. However, the product level should be one level higher and the medicine strength is stronger.

The main function of solid pill is to enhance Qi and blood, enhance body strength, and also have part of the function of gaining cultivation.

As the name suggests, take one pill and don't need to eat for the whole month.

Qin Huan's mouth was smiling. Yang Yuan Dan was absolutely good. Solid Dan is also very useful to him. It seems that his weak physical condition will be changed soon.

As for Bigu pill, when refining pills, you will not feel hungry if there is spirit in your body. But after refining pills, you may be able to use them.

I'm satisfied with the harvest.

No matter, continue to practice!

But this time, instead of swallowing Yang Yuan Dan, Qin Huan chose solid Dan.

The reason is very simple. In the Qi refining period, the monk's magic power is weak. He has not learned the attack magic again. In case of danger, he must rely on his body to work hard.

It is also a multi-level guarantee to improve the body first and then cultivate the magic power. Although there was no danger in the disposal department, Qin Huan was full of suspicion.

Solid pill is indeed worthy of being. It is the indispensable divine pill of any alchemy level monk. Its effect on the body transformation can be called mighty!

Ten days later, after all the 44 solid pills were refined, Qin Huan jumped up half of his head and became streamlined muscles, which made him say goodbye to his weakness and explosive power.

If wolf suddenly knew that he would have to wail and cry. He had to suffer a lot to have that good body, but now it is not necessarily comparable to Qin Huan.

Qin Huan was smiling, but he secretly decided that he would try to get some solid pills for wolf Tu in the future. This guy's head is full of muscles. It's not good to follow the orthodox path of cultivation. It's better for him to practice.

With the little blue light, Qin Huan believed that he could walk far and far on the road of practice. Would he not be lonely without the company of his friends?

Potato, but his good brother for life!

In the dark, absolutely quiet environment, it seems that the flow of time is speeding up a lot. When Qin Huan wakes up again in self-cultivation, he has been in the disposal department for a whole month. All Yang Yuan pills have been converted into mana. His accomplishments have reached an amazing eight levels of Qi refining!

One month, six layers of refined gas were broken.

"As for the elixir and the friar, it's really the best gift from heaven!" Qin Huan couldn't help sighing.

It has been confirmed that the reason why the Third Elder martial brother broke through the Seven Realms of Qi refining on the 27th and successfully stepped into the foundation building is because he has the small blue light. It's a pity that he is too publicized, rising like a meteor and falling like a meteor.

"When the gun hits the first bird, Wei Wei's death is just around the corner. I should keep this in mind and always warn myself." Qin Huan's eyes were clear and solemn. The existence of the little blue lantern would become his biggest secret, which could not be exposed at any time. Otherwise, let alone he is a small, unfit alchemy friar, who is a giant power, will also be torn to pieces.

When the elixir was exhausted, Qin Huan's practice came to an end for a while. He stayed in the dark ground for a month in an absolutely closed state. He was not bored at all, and his mouth could not stand up. "It seems that I have no advantages in practice, at least I can stand loneliness."

Just after the voice fell, Qin Huan's eyebrows were slightly plucked, and his eyes reflected a lot of beauty, "it's actually you little thing." What appeared in front of him was the pheasant overlord he brought to the disposal department. He let it go when he was nervous that day. Later, Qin Huan forgot its existence for a long time.

At this time, the pheasant overlord was full of bright feathers and lost its original luster. His red crown was drooping, his small eyes were dim, and he looked weak. It looked at Qin Huan, wanted to approach but was afraid, hesitated.

Qin Huan immediately understood the reason, raised his hand and looked at his left index finger. As expected, there was a bit more gray in the green. The erysipelas in the disposal department are diffuse. It takes a month for the accumulation of the invading toxins to break out. He carries a small blue lamp with him to immunize against the toxins. The pheasant overlord has no such luck.

For a month, it didn't die. In pheasants, it must be endowed with unique talent, worthy of the name of overlord.

Qin Huan thought for a moment, then he put his hands into his arms and slowly opened them. The square was a foot blue, and he looked at the chicken king. His small eyes suddenly stared round, showing his excitement. His sharp claws scratched the ground uneasily, but he could not bear to rush over.

This little thing has some intelligence!

Qin Huan's face was surprised and then calmed down. There was no wonder in the world. He could get a little blue light. The chicken king had a bit of adventure to open his mind. What's the impossibility? Originally, he wanted to have a company to save it. The chicken overlord opened his mind. Of course, it would be better.

"Come here, little guy. I'll help you get rid of the poison."

It seems that I understand. The pheasant King's eyes are small and he falls to the ground.

Faint?

Qin Huan couldn't help crying and laughing. It seems that this little thing had noticed him for a long time. He had never dared to come here, so his intelligence was not too low.

Go to pick up the pheasant overlord, let it bathe in the light of the small blue light, a little black air rushed to its claws, and gradually became black.

The fingers were pinched, plump, and heavier than when they came in.

Qin Huan touched his chin and thought. In this month, he didn't see the pheasant come down. What did he eat?The black air stops surging, the toxin has been removed, and the pheasant overlord keeps his eyes closed, without waking up at all. But since you're faint and have a few long feathers on your tail, what's the shaking force?

Qin Huan deliberately heft it and grinned, "it's fat. Now the poison has been released. It's just a pot of stew!"

If Qin Huan had not prepared for it, he might have escaped. After a while, he found that he was holding his hand. Like two iron hoops, the pheasant king looked at Qin Huan pitifully and his tears fell down.

This little thing is really refined!

Pheasant essence?

The name is a strange joy.

There was a smile on Qin Huan's lips.

Pheasant overlord suddenly came to the spirit, a burst of coquetry and cute, but you flicker wings even if the tail several hairs shook into a windmill is what?