Although the pill is the essence of the medicine, it is repeatedly purified before it forms that priceless ball. But no matter how it is purified, after the effect of the medicine is exerted, it will also produce drug residue.

In the Jindanmen, even if Yizu and the others cultivated, they didn't dare to take the pills in a row, and in the middle of each month, they would always find a few days to refine the medicinal residue in their bodies.

The structure of the human body is delicate and complex, and sometimes, even the slightest bit of waste can cause problems or stop functioning in this delicate system.

Because of his previous experience, devouring four Gu Yuan Pills each time did not pose much of a challenge to Zhen Cheng. But when the residue suddenly produced in large quantities, Zhen Cheng was a little unprepared and caught off guard.

The flow of true qi, like blood, requires a smooth environment. The dregs of the medicine are just like the fat in the blood vessels, which will cause the flow of true qi to be not smooth, and if you don't pay attention to it, it is likely to make the cultivator go mad.

Zhen Cheng's stone cave was splashed with water, sniffing carefully, revealing a strong smell of medicinal herbs.

After a muffled sound, the nervous look on Zhen Cheng's face eased a lot.

Zhen Cheng had never thought about the method of refining the dregs, although it was just a little bit of something, Zhen Cheng wasted more than two hours before he came up with a solution - pore excretion!

It's a bit indecent, but it's very useful. The residue excreted from the lower dantian, which is different from the medicine excreted from the stomach and intestines, gushes out along the pores and quickly dissolves in the hot spring water and bursts out.

"Huh-" After solving the problem of the medicine residue, Zhen Cheng breathed a long sigh of relief. The sky had already brightened, and only then did he devour three groups of Gu Yuan Dan, and Zhen Cheng was not very satisfied.

Zhen Cheng's demonic cultivation method, if he let Yizu and the others know, they would definitely roll their eyes in surprise. If Zhen Cheng was still not satisfied with the effect of swallowing the pill like this, then Yizu and the others could simply commit suicide and apologize.

Zhen Cheng slowly opened his eyes, his body soaked in the hot spring water, and relaxed thinking about the scene of last night. The effect was indeed obvious, but the entire cultivation process was not as smooth and easy as imagined.

"It's strange that the Black Death Weapon Spirit didn't appear?" Last night's cultivation speed was not fast, which was directly related to Zhen Cheng's worry about the sudden appearance of the Black Death Weapon Spirit. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that Zhen Cheng completely focused on cultivation, just because he was worried that the Black Death Weapon Spirit would suddenly jump out and torture him.

"Fortunately, the harvest is not small!" Zhen Cheng sensed it slightly, and in the lower dantian, the water droplets had reached about thirty drops. The four little ones are still spinning desperately, and their greedy appearance is very cute.

Four little Jingying, Weishenme likes to steal the true qi produced by eating pills so much, Zhen Cheng doesn't know. But after this short period of cultivation, Zhen Cheng's body was extremely comfortable. The increase in strength is the most exciting for men, and the excess of hormones.

"Huh-" Zhen Cheng felt the situation in the Mud Pill Palace slightly, and his consciousness entered naturally and smoothly. To Zhen Cheng's surprise, the Mud Pill Palace was actually filled with a rich milky white gas.

Zhen Cheng clearly remembered that a day ago, his mud pill palace was still dry and full of wrinkled terraces, and in just one day, his mud pill palace had become fertile farmland.

"How so?" Looking around, Zhen Cheng's heart was full of questions.

When Zhen Cheng wanted to take a closer look, a black shadow appeared in front of Zhen Cheng, and the old voice was full of incomprehension and surprise.

"How do I know?" Zhen Cheng was taken aback, and the consciousness the size of a millet grain couldn't help but retreat. I don't know weishenme, in front of the black corpse weapon spirit, Zhen Cheng has a subconscious sense of alienation.

The flame-like shape of the Black Death Weapon Spirit pulsated, and the black color was much more condensed than before.

"Surely you know what this milky gas is?" Seeing Zhen Cheng's indifferent appearance, the black corpse spirit endured and said, "However, if you don't talk about it, it's not a big problem for me!" As long as there is this milky gas, I don't bother to torture you! ”

In Zhen Cheng's mud pill palace, there is the milky white gas that he craves. A few days ago, it was like oil and water in soybeans, without torture, there would be no milky white gas in Zhen Cheng's mud pill palace. Suddenly, Zhen Cheng's Mud Pill Palace was full of them. Originally, I was worried that Zhen Cheng's Mud Pill Palace would be broken by myself, but now it's okay, not only is it not broken, but he is also desperately competing with himself to suck the milky white gas.

Zhen Cheng really wanted to say, only fools are happy to torture you. No one who has truly experienced that soul-like pain wants to try a second time. This milky white gas must have been squeezed into the Mud Pill Palace silently because the lower dantian could not accommodate it. Zhen Cheng thought secretly, and didn't bother to explain to the Black Death Weapon Spirit.

"No, I'll have to smoke some more!" As he spoke, the white gas in Zhen Cheng's Mud Pill Palace diluted a lot, and after the Black Death Machine Spirit said a word, he greedily devoured the milky white gas like a vacuum cleaner.

The milky white gas is very precious to the Black Soul Spirit. With the nourishment of milky white gas, the Black Death Weapon Spirit has the capital to entangle with the fierce spirit.

Zhen Cheng didn't want to always face to face with the Black Soul Spirit. The most direct benefit of cultivation is the growth of cultivation; The indirect benefit is that you can avoid the torture of the Black Soul Spirit. Looking at the appearance of the Black Death Weapon Spirit greedily devouring milky white gas, Zhen Cheng thought of the parasite. It's just that the difference is that this parasite squatted in his mud pill palace, torturing himself against the guest.

Anyway, it's finally a troublesome thing solved! Although it is a symptom rather than a cure, it is better than being tortured every day. If that milky white gas really poured into the Mud Pill Palace from the lower dantian, then he only needed to insist on cultivating every day.

Zhen Cheng happily withdrew from the Mud Pill Palace, ready to start continuing his cultivation.

The jade bottle that could hold two hundred Gu Yuan Dan was placed next to Zhen Cheng's clothes, looking at the jade bottle that was much less Gu Yuan Dan, Zhen Cheng couldn't help frowning.

With this cultivation method of devouring pills, he would definitely waste a lot of pills. If you really dedicate yourself to cultivation, you will need about sixty pills a day. With such a consumption of pills, how can you afford the amount of pills you have now?

The nine apprentices, as well as a group of women, all needed pills to improve their cultivation. And to improve his own cultivation, he chose such a perverted way, it seems that the matter of stealing the pill must be carried out as soon as possible.

But the problem is that trying to steal the pill from Yao Lao's stone cave is not as simple as imagined.

The dark passage has already been opened, and Han Yong's side is also making imitation Yiqi Dan and Guyuan Dan in large quantities, as long as the time is ripe, Jihua who steals the medicine Lao Shidong Pill can do it immediately.

The biggest problem now is Yao Lao, because he has the opportunity to stay in the medicine garden every inch! After the Jindanmen ceremony began, Yao Lao only stayed in the second village for one day, and the following days were the same as before.

If Yao Lao didn't leave, then Zhen Cheng and Wu Xin wouldn't dare to take the slightest action at all. Every grass and tree in the medicine garden, Yao Lao is too familiar with it, as long as there is the slightest wind and grass, Yao Lao can arrive as soon as possible.

Yao Lao's feet are disabled, but the cultivation of the Jindan period is not fake. Once the medicine elder finds out that the pill has been stolen, what the result will be, you can imagine.

You can't be too anxious to steal the pill, you can't do it in this matter, or you don't do it, if you want to do it, it must be foolproof.

"Maybe only in the finals, you will have a chance!" Zhen Cheng believes that Yao Lao and Qian Yuxue will definitely appear in Ercun to watch at the Zuihou finals. Although at that time, the medicine garden would also be guarded, but no matter who guarded it, it would definitely not be an ancestor!

As long as it is not an ancestor, then his own people are working underground, and they can completely hide from the world. With the current scientific and technological means, with the support of haode conditions such as the dark passage, it is not difficult to enter the stone cave of Yao Lao unknowingly!

"Dog baby, Guo Chengqiang, you have to find a way to get rid of it first!" In case the matter of stealing the pill is discovered, once the medicine elder gets angry, it will be difficult for all the outsiders in the medicine garden to survive.

Under the rage, Yao Lao killed himself, and he didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows, let alone others!

How should he get out, Zhen Cheng hasn't figured it out yet. After thinking for a while, his body was almost recovered, and Zhen Cheng continued to swallow the pill.

"Tick-tock-tick-" As time passed, a pleasant ticking sound sounded in Zhen Cheng's lower dantian.

The Black Death Weapon Spirit should not come out to make trouble, and Zhen Cheng accelerated the speed of swallowing the pill without distraction.

Tomorrow is the competition of the top sixteen, and Zhen Cheng wants to speed up his cultivation. If you can break through to the fifth layer of the foundation building period within two days, then the chances of victory will be even greater. Zhen Cheng didn't know exactly what the dust pill was, but since everyone cared about it like that, it must be a good thing.

"It's dawning, why are you still sleeping!" When Zhen Cheng was desperate to improve his cultivation, Yizu was standing in Wu Lei's room and was angry.

"The sun hasn't come out yet!" Wu Lei muttered quietly, hurriedly got dressed, and hurriedly got off the stone bed.

"Drunk?" In Wu Lei's wooden house, there was a faint smell of wine, and after Wu Lei got out of bed, the smell became even stronger.

"Last night, Chandley and Zhao Yang took me to the second village and said that they wanted to celebrate the victory for me, so they drank a little bit!"

"Brute!" Yizu was rarely angry, pointed at Wu Lei's nose and scolded, "Others don't know, don't you know how to win?" Are you embarrassed to celebrate, do you want to be embarrassed? ”

Wu Lei's face instantly turned pale and ugly, and he let the ancestor insult him silently. When Yizu mentioned the competition, Wu Lei felt that his cheeks were hot, and he wanted to say, I don't know the victory, but thinking about the scenery after the victory, Wu Lei was very reluctant.

Wu Lei's wretched appearance made Yizu want to go crazy. He has been a hero all his life, but his descendants are so unbearable.

"I know it's wrong, don't be angry! I'll be cultivating right away! Wu Lei rarely drinks alcohol, but recently because he has been in the second village for a long time, Wu Lei has also gotten better.

Seeing Yizu's face full of anger, Wu Lei hurriedly knelt down.

"Clean up your kennel and come to my cave immediately, I have something to explain! Cultivating now? The sun is shining on the ass, and I'm still cultivating a fart! ”

Yizu scolded angrily, and left Wu Lei's wooden house with a donkey face and sleeves.

"Confess! Hand over! After Yizu left, Wu Lei stood up very angrily, smashing his quilt while complaining angrily, "I don't even have a woman, it's really boring!" ”

The young and vigorous Wu Lei misses women, especially at night!

When I used to stay in a village, I didn't feel it. Recently, in and out of the second village, seeing those girls who are warblers and swallows, Wu Lei has a beautiful dream of spring every night.

Gongsun Linglong often appears in Wu Lei's dreams, which is why Wu Lei went to see Gongsun Linglong yesterday.

Longing, a kind of curiosity and hunger for the opposite sex made Wu Lei upset, where can he cultivate with peace of mind?

The call of the first ancestor, Wu Lei still did not dare to slack off. Although he said a lot of complaints, Wu Lei still rushed to the stone cave of the first ancestor as quickly as possible.

The second ancestor was discussing things with the first ancestor in a low voice, and Wu Lei's heart relaxed a lot. If the second ancestor is there, then he will not be scolded by the ancestor.

After Wu Lei entered the stone cave, the second ancestor and the first ancestor stopped discussing, and seeing Wu Lei standing with a respectful face, the first ancestor's anger eased a lot.

"Then I'll go out first, you talk!" The second ancestor smiled faintly, stood up and left. When he walked past Wu Lei's side, the second ancestor smiled and encouraged, "You have to strive to enter the quarterfinals, don't embarrass us old men!" ”

"Hmm!" Wu Lei nodded gratefully, but his heart was unusually bottomless. It's not your strength to enter the top 16, it's also the top eight!

In addition to Zhen Cheng and himself, the others who entered the top thirty-two are all cultivators above the middle stage of foundation building, judging from the results of yesterday's competition, in addition to himself and Zhen Cheng, the other six people are all old men in the late stage of foundation building, and it is estimated that the other eight people who won today are also like this.

The temptation of the Dust Reduction Pill is too great, these old men who have entered the late stage of the foundation building period for many years are all well-known Dharma protectors in the Jindan Gate, and this time they came out to compete for the Dust Reduction Pill, maybe it is an opportunity for these people to be promoted to the Zuihou of the Jindan. When these people face themselves, will they be soft on themselves because of the ancestor?

"How do you feel about choosing Zhen Cheng as your opponent?" The expression on Wu Lei's face had already told Yizu everything. Thinking about the other players who entered the top 32, Yizu also felt that the goal of entering the top eight was indeed a bit difficult and unrealistic for Wu Lei.

"No! No way! Wu Lei waved his hand in a panic, thinking about Liu Qiang's tragic situation yesterday, and then thinking about the scene when he was taught a lesson by Zhen Cheng before, Wu Lei immediately wilted, and waved his hand with a flushed face.

At the beginning of the Jindanmen competition, Wu Lei also had the luxury of fighting against Zhen Cheng. But as the competition deepened, Wu Lei became more and more reluctant to Yujian Zhen Cheng, an opponent.

Others may give themselves face, but will Zhen Cheng? Wu Lei can say with certainty that Zhen Cheng will never give himself face, nor will he show mercy to his ancestors.

"Shame!" Yizu's face was full of helplessness, but he couldn't help but help, and after scolding, Yizu beckoned to Wu Lei, "Come here, I'll give you something!" With it, you won't be afraid of Zhen Cheng, and you will definitely win! ”

"Oh!" Wu Lei was still full of apprehension, and he walked towards the ancestor with suspicion.

ps: I'm busy with the student art festival today, and I'm on night duty at night, if I have time, I'll do another chapter at night, it's too late, and I'll try to make it up the day after tomorrow! The flowers are almost over 100, I hope the brother will support the master! Flowers are encouragement, passion, come a little fiercely, and the master is motivated to stay up late!