"Damn, it stinks!"

Lao Zhaohua pinched his nose and frowned, this pill has used countless heavenly and earthly treasures, and there has always been a faint fragrance emitted during the sacrifice, it is said that it should be a elixir that exudes medicinal fragrance. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info [Burning ^ Wen ^ Book Library] []. [774] [buy]. [ ] (Book House (7764))

However, in fact, this is not the case, after Dancheng, the smell is incomparable, not to mention eating, it is strange that you don't smell it and don't vomit it.

"Stinky boy, it's cheap for you, look at how good the master is to you, he has worked so hard to refine the elixir for you, and he can't even smell it for the teacher......"

Lao Zhaohua pinched his nose and muttered while pinching Wei Yifan's mouth with two fingers, shook his hand, threw the pill in, and then blocked his mouth with the dirty hands that had not been washed once in thirty years, so as not to let the elixir run out by itself.

If Wei Yifan was sober at this time, he would have to bite him, this master is too lacking in morality, he naturally doesn't want to smell such a stinky pill, and he is so high-sounding, how can there be such a master?

But it's a pity that he is still in an unconscious state now, and it is impossible for him to have any reaction at all, so he can only swallow the pill instinctively.

In an instant, Wei Yifan retched for a while, the smell was so strong that it directly stimulated people's souls, even in a coma, Wei Yifan had the feeling of retching, but the old Hua had the foresight to directly seal his mouth, no matter how much he retched, he could only go to his mouth, and he had to swallow it.

The elixir collided in his body for a while, but it was finally digested, and a special huge spiritual power filled all parts of his body, and the stench finally disappeared, replaced by an intoxicating medicinal fragrance, and the powerful medicinal power ignited the blood all over his body.

"The Flood Desolation Battle Body, since the Flood Desolation, can no longer be cultivated, and is recognized as a mortal body, I hope you can break this curse and let the Flood Desolation Battle Body stand proudly for nine days again......"

The old flower shot two golds out of his eyes. Hue. With his hands constantly slapping on Wei Yifan's body, one after another immortal light entered his body, completely activating the power in his bloodline.

Crackling......

The sound of bones exploding came, and Lao Zhaohua did not hesitate to expend his divine power to completely dissolve the effect of the elixir, Wei Yifan experienced a reborn change, the battle blood was ignited, the power of the blood was activated, and he began to feed back.

A strange power emanated from his blood, repairing his damaged internal organs and meridians, and his bones were reborn, all of which were completed in his unconscious state.

If Wei Yifan was sober, I am afraid that he would never believe what happened to him, let alone believe that this gluttonous, lazy and obscene old man turned out to be an immortal who is usually only circulated in people's mouths.

This time, Wei Yifan slept for three days, although the water and rice did not touch his teeth, but the aura between heaven and earth was automatically absorbed by him, moisturizing his body.

Although he didn't eat anything, his body was recovering at an alarming rate, and there was a faint layer of treasure light on his body that protected him from harm.

Early in the morning of the fourth day, Wei Yifan woke up from his deep sleep, and the moment before he woke up, the treasure light disappeared, as if it had never existed, and he returned to his original state, but the injuries on his body had been completely healed, and Wei Yifan was full of energy at this time.

The first thing he did when he opened his eyes, Wei Yifan was looking for Lao Zhaohua, although he was fine now, but he still remembered the tragic situation of being beaten before he fell into a coma, this old guy was too ruthless, and he almost wanted his own life.

However, when he saw Lao Zhaohua, his heart softened for no reason, looking at Lao Zhaohua's face full of years marks, he sighed in his heart, no matter what, he adopted himself, if it weren't for him, I am afraid that he would have been dead a long time ago, in Wei Yifan's heart, Lao Zhaohua has already been upgraded to the height of his father.

The son doesn't say anything about his father, even if he really beats himself to death, Wei Yifan feels that even if he is a ghost, he will protect him by his side, instead of retaliating against him.

"You're not dead yet, are you? If you don't die, you will give me a drink, but I don't have any wine to drink. ”

Lao Zhaohua returned to his original sloppy image before he woke up, half lying on the grass and squinting his eyes and pretending to sleep, soothing Wei Yifan's muscles and invigorating his blood, and activating the power of the blood consumed a lot of his divine power, this face. Hue. Pale is not pretended.

Seeing that Wei Yifan was completely sober, he shook his hand and threw his wine gourd and a piece of broken silver of inferior quality towards him, and at the same time stretched out his stinky foot and kicked him off the grass liao.

"The Old Immortal ......"

Wei Yifan muttered in a low voice, took the wine gourd and broken silver, and glanced out the door, and a cold wind wrapped in snowflakes swirled in, which immediately froze him to the point of shivering.

At this time, there was already a blanket of silver outside the door, and the snow was falling more than a foot deep, Wei Yifan looked at his thin and tattered clothes and the broken straw shoes with five toes on his feet, grinned, and smiled silently bitterly.

After moving his body, Wei Yifan ran out of the Land Temple and ran to the tavern at the entrance of the village not far away.

As the saying goes, the flowers of the wax moon are as fast as horses, not that the flowers of the wax moon are called to run fast, the main reason is that they can't stand the cold, and they can be warmer when they run, and they will freeze when they stop.

This run, Wei Yifan suddenly found that his physique was much better than before, both strength and speed were the same as before the injury, as if it was a blessing in disguise to be beaten by the old Hua.

Am I born to be beaten? Wei Yifan shook his head and smiled bitterly, how can anyone be born to be beaten? Although I don't know what happened to me, I can clearly feel that my physique is different from before.

One step is more than a foot away, leaving a shallow footprint on the snow, which was unimaginable before, and when you run up, there is a hot air flow in the dantian that instantly swells to your legs, and even your eyes can see more clearly than before.

It is about three miles from the dilapidated land temple to the tavern at the entrance of the village, and when Wei Yifan is in a hurry, the kung fu tavern with just a cup of tea is in sight.

"Huh! Isn't that the little one who asks for food? It's hard! It's simply an unbeatable Xiaoqiang. ”

Just as Wei Yifan approached the tavern, a group of fourteen or fifteen-year-old half-sized children came out of the town in a cluster of fat men who were also fourteen or fifteen years old, well-dressed, with fat heads and big ears.

I saw Wei Yifan in rags from afar, and the little fat man who was surrounded in the middle looked at him in surprise, with a look of disbelief.

Wei Yifan naturally saw this group of peers, and sighed in his heart, these people he was too familiar with, they were all children of rich families in the town, and the one who was surrounded in the middle was Song Huazhang, who beat him up for no reason a few days ago.

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