"The first day I received the Blood Burning Pill"

After leaving the Academy, Chihime went straight to the entrance of the Holy Land.

Before going to the "Holy Land", Chihime originally planned to replenish the combat supplies, but when he destroyed the research base of the All-World Alliance, the spiritual tools and spiritual power props he used were seriously damaged.

However, considering the consistent style of doing things in the whole world alliance, Chihime decided not to stop and immediately went to the "Holy Land".

But...... It's not like nothing.

Because of Bai Yesan's relationship, Qianji received a lot of healing pills from the Qingying Academy.

It seems that the Qingying Academy intends to use him to test the strength of the entire World Alliance.

"Forget it......"

Qianji sighed lightly, anyway, he also owed Jingying a favor, and he had nothing to worry about about it.

Anyway, he also got a good thing.

Qianji took out the medicine bottle given by Bai Ye Sang from his arms, which contained two pimple-like scarlet pills, just by smelling the medicinal fragrance, he could roughly identify the medicinal effects and ingredients of this elixir.

It's just an inferior amplification pill, if it was usual, he wouldn't even look at it.

The medicine bottle swirled in Chihime's hand, and the corners of Chihime's mouth gradually raised a gentle smile like the brother next door.

"The first gift......

"Well, then I'll take it. Chihime sighed lightly, as if he was reluctant, but the smile on his face didn't look like reluctance.

Chihime put the medicine bottle in her hand into her arms again.

..............................

"The 10th Day of Receiving the Blood Burning Pill"

Chihime was ambushed by the All-World Alliance.

Although the strongest of this group is only the "Peak of the Spiritual Liquid Period", the other party is outnumbered, and in order to solve them, Chihime also suffered a lot of injuries.

At this moment, Qianji sat on the corpses stacked by everyone with a gloomy face, his injuries were not serious, most of them were skin injuries, even if he didn't take medicine, it wouldn't take long to heal himself.

What made Chihime feel depressed was that in the battle just now, he was opened by the other party with a sharp weapon in his chest, although it didn't hurt him, but it hurt the medicine bottle.

A long, narrow crack was left in the vial.

Chihime's fingertips kept running through the crack, and her face became more and more gloomy, and from time to time there was a flash of evil on her face.

This feeling of grievance made Chihime very uncomfortable, but the other party had already been killed by him, and he had no way to vent at all.

"Ha ......"

Chihime let out a deep breath to calm her mind.

"Hiss......"

Chihime tore off a long cloth from the sleeve of her right shoulder, wrapped the medicine bottle several times, and solemnly put it into her arms again.