Under the full devotion of the Ability Bureau, Yan Zhu'an has used a lot of spiritual objects, so as to gain the ability to provoke fierce beasts to fight, and his physical fitness has also kept up with most ordinary abilities.

However, most of the ones she has seen are produced by the tribes that are friendly with Huaguo.

The Greyhound tribe is far away in the northeast corner of the continent, and it is very hostile to humans, and she got those spirit fruits and beast meat or something, she has limited knowledge and can't recognize it, but she has drunk this alchemy medicine in a crystal bottle.

It is said that this is a high-grade product refined by those alchemy masters with status in the city!

Indeed, after drinking it, the spiritual power in the body can be greatly improved out of thin air! It is a rare good thing.

Although the plastic pipes brought by the earthlings are cheap and easy to use, those high-class aliens still respect their crystal bottles.

No way, it is precisely because the plastic pipe is cheap and easy to use that it cannot show its identity.

This kind of bottle, carefully carved by jewelers, is luxurious enough even if it doesn't contain anything, and it is even more expensive when it is filled with high-grade alchemical potions!

Yan Zhu'an was taking this tube of medicine and looking at it carefully, thinking about where he got this from, when he heard a commotion in the yard, and all kinds of dogs barked one after another!

As soon as his mind moved, Yan Zhu'an hurriedly blew out the oil lamp, put the extremely beautiful elixir into the soul cloth bag, and checked the spirit fruit cores left over from the past, and made sure that they were all properly placed in the trash can in the soul cloth bag, and then calmly went out of the room to watch the excitement.

The reason why she is so calm is that she still has confidence.

The spiritual objects sent before were the kind of tasteless ones that were convenient for her to eat secretly, and for so long, even if they lived nearby, even the people who worked next to their team every day never found out that she secretly opened a small stove.

The high-grade potion is tightly sealed, as long as the lid is not opened, even the dog's nose can't smell it!

Coupled with the particularity of her ability, unlike others, if she improves her cultivation, she often can't control her restless spiritual power, and it is easy to be noticed by those who have a keen spiritual sense, and it is even more secretive!

It's been trapped here for so long, except for those who kneel and lick the aliens, it is difficult for ordinary people to even eat enough, and no one can get the materials to help them cultivate.

People who are so tired every day that they can still insist on meditating and cultivating at night are only a very small number of people who are determined, so there are very few people who break through during this time!

Even if there is a breakthrough, most of them are close to the breakthrough before they come.

Before coming, Yan Haicheng and his wife had been assisted by a large number of alchemy potions, and their ability level had been continuously increased a lot, and they were already on the verge of breaking through.

Ever since they got here, they've been figuring out how to use their skills, and they don't care about that.

Besides, the aura of the other world is sufficient, and the cultivation is step-by-step, and the speed is also very fast.

When they first entered the summer, the two of them had a breakthrough, Zhu Yucui didn't awaken any new skills, but Yan Haicheng, I don't know if he was thinking too many times about life and death when he was in the Poison Spear Tribe, or what, it really made him understand a method of detoxification!

Thinking that there was a high probability that he would not awaken other detoxification skills, he simply named this skill "detoxification", which was really quite arbitrary.

In the summer, many insects carry toxins, and a bite is a big bag, even after treatment, the wound is often festered because of the toxin residue, and even if the injury is healed, there will be patches of black spots on the skin.

Many of these people who fell into the Greyhound tribe had such spots on their faces, and those who were close to the five-person team were not disfigured, and they were all thanks to Yan Haicheng.

The last thing they want right now is to get noticed.

Therefore, even if their daughter was filial, they never accepted it, and only let her eat by herself.

Since he was on Earth, he began to send things to Yan Zhuan every day, and the rest of the team had long been used to it.

After all, it's not for yourself, and no one is greedy.

Therefore, in the past few years, under the careful feeding, Yan Zhu'an's ability has improved a lot, and there is a faint realization in his heart, as if he is about to awaken a new skill, but it is hazy, and he can't break the layer of window paper.

Speaking of which, if you really want to quantify it, her ability level is higher than that of her parents, and even Dou Jiayan, and it is not worse than her English who has been awakened for many years, but her ability is special and her performance is not obvious.

Hearing the commotion outside, Yan Zhu'an put on his clothes and covered the door and came out, only to see that at night, in the community where they lived as human laborers, there were kobolds holding torches everywhere in the small stone building, whether it was the first or second floor.

I didn't know what medicine I had taken wrong, so I kicked the door like crazy.

The rudimentary wooden doors kept coming with the sound of "bang" cracking.

People who had just fallen asleep after a tiring day were driven out of bed, yawning all day long, but daring to be angry.

It was those people who raped him, and when they saw this, they immediately came to the kobold who knew each other, and while flattering, they quietly inquired about what was going on, but they were kicked away by the irritable kobold.

If you're in a bad mood, you won't pay attention to it.

Even if these humans are very comfortable with their summoning on weekdays.

Who has lost his temper and hasn't dropped a few bowls that he usually uses at home?

Standing in the crowd, Yan Zhu'an took her mother's arm and hid in the shadows, and saw those people spitting blood and falling in the corner, but no one rescued her, only watched coldly with her father.

Those kobolds are very different today.

In order to feast guests, they deliberately wore gorgeous clothes, and also changed shapes, retaining things that can show race such as dog heads and tail dog hair, but turning their hands and feet.

Except for their legs, they looked like people from a distance, though they didn't consider themselves to be inferior humanoids.

In Yan Zhu'an's opinion, they are just like those little demons patrolling the mountains in Journey to the West, but they feel very remarkable, looking at people with their chins up, their faces full of sorrow, and they are particularly begging.

Hey, it's a pity I can't beat it.

For their behavior, Yan Zhu'an understood it after a little thought.

There are more than 100 races in the other world, some are large, some are small, and when different races need to sit together to discuss things, there must always be a unified code of conduct.

After countless years of exploration and running-in, it is the ideal way to transform into a humanoid form of about the same size, with hands to do things and feet to walk.

While she was pondering, she saw the long fangs she had seen pass through the two rows of kobolds with serious expressions, and walked in with anger on their faces, their eyes were cold, their steps were slow, and they walked around everyone again and again!

When she passed by Yan Zhu'an, she clearly saw its fluttering nose, and immediately understood that she was looking for something!

Looking for what?

She thought of the potion.

Teething was indeed looking for the potion.

This is a congratulatory gift from the chief of the Poison Spear Tribe.

Having wronged it because of a matter before, the chief of the Poison Spear Tribe was very unhappy, and learned that the longtooth cultivator was about to break through, so he specially spent a lot of money to buy this potion from those caravans who came from afar to help it!

The desire to reconcile is not only the Poison Spear Man, but also the Long Fang.

In the evening, when the banquet was at its most lively, it planned to drink the potion and break through in front of the Poison Spear Chief!

Hey!

Not only are the potions gone, but all the other congratulatory gifts I received today are gone!

Suddenly, the teething exploded!

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