Lin Canghai was vigilant, slowly put down the brush, a feeling of being peeped at became stronger and stronger, he fidgeted, and always felt that there were a pair of eyes hidden in the place where he couldn't see and kept staring at him.

Whew.

Suddenly, a strange wind blew, and Lin Canghai lay straight to the ground like an electric shock.

"This?."

When he recovered, Berger was looking blankly at his hands, his face full of doubt.

"Am I not in a dream, what's going on?"

"Am I Berger or Lin Canghai?"

"Grass! Wake me up! ”

"Ahh The head is going to explode. Berger was in great pain, and at this moment, he suddenly realized that his body and mind were being invaded by something foreign.

Soon after, Berger got up and left the house, and in the open courtyard he filled a large wooden barrel with cold water, and jumped straight into it.

"It's so cool!" Berger couldn't help but shiver, and he hurriedly began to scrub his body.

As the dirt on his body was washed away by the water, revealing his white and red skin, Berger clearly noticed that his body was glowing with a golden luster, and the veins in it could be faintly seen.

"It's so weird, how do I feel so light, is that the good thing about that book?"

With such a noticeable change in his body, Berger had to associate it with the book, and perhaps that was the answer.

Back in the room, Berger was about to take out the book.

"What is this?"

Berger's face was panicked, he suddenly realized that his arms were now empty, and for a moment, he clearly felt that something had merged into his body.

"Where's the book?"

The next moment, the book appeared in his hand, and Berger was stunned on the spot.

"Close!"

"Here comes the book!"

"Collect it again!"

Berger was extremely excited, he could be sure that this book was a treasure, and he had to admire Lin Canghai's luck in his heart.

After the surprise, Berger quickly calmed down, and after finding that the fire in the stove was extinguished, he hurried over, and the medicinal herbs in it were related to the survival of food, and there was no room for error.

Next to the stove, there was a bamboo basket with some black crystalline stones, a peculiar flint that burned for a long time and was easier to control.

But they couldn't be lit by ordinary methods, and Berger pulled out a flint, his face quickly revealing a strange look.

Click!

When I let go of my hand, I saw that the flint had broken into several pieces.

"How strong am I?"

Berger was incredulous, knowing that flint was no less hard than ordinary pig iron.

"It seems that after the transformation of that book, this body has become much stronger, and I should find a book of martial arts to test it." Berger made a decision in his mind, and quickly placed the flint into the stove at the bottom of the stove.

"All things in heaven and earth, respect fire, burn it for me!"

Berger let out a quick gesture with both hands, and then pointed his left index finger at the flints.

Whew!

I saw that the flint was burning fiercely, and Lin Canghai was already familiar with the hand of the fire, but every time he used it, he would feel extremely uncomfortable in his head, as if someone was pricking him with a needle.

Lin Canghai's ability to refine medicine was learned from that old alchemist, but his talent was really poor, and until now, he could only barely refine inferior spiritual liquid.

In this world, the realm of a martial artist is divided into the sea of qi, copper skin, iron bones, blood, viscera, primordial spirit, and true martial arts.

Each realm has nine secret realms, and it is difficult to break through the peak of martial arts, at least in Berger's cognition at the moment, it is not easy for a martial artist to advance, it can be said that he is nine deaths and one life.

Take the town as an example, the cultivation of a martial artist who has reached the three realms of iron bones is enough to be the master of a sect, Berger learned through memory that Lin Canghai just came here a year ago to make a living, and soon after, it coincided with the opening of Bishuimen to accept disciples.

I was fortunate enough to see with my own eyes the female power of that sect master, who could make the earth crack with a stomp of his feet, and a single roar could make a century-old tree bend its waist.

On that day, there were as many people who wanted to worship the Bishuimen as the carp crossing the river, and Lin Canghai was no exception, taking his sister to participate in the Bishuimen assessment, and the results were completely unsatisfactory.

The younger sister was directly accepted by the master of the Bishui Gate with her amazing talent, which can be said to have earned enough scenery, while Lin Canghai was tested to have mediocre martial arts qualifications and was soon driven out of the mountain gate.

Jingle bells!

In the middle of the room, the brass bell hanging on the door suddenly rang.

Berger hurriedly walked to the stove, opened the dark compartment underneath, and took out ten small bottles from it, which were the spiritual liquid that had been refined before.

After wrapping the bottles, he hurried out of the house.

In the lobby at this time, a tall man was walking back and forth there, with a resolute face, wearing a gown, revealing his strong arms.

"Brother Lin, you're here."

As soon as the man saw Berger, he hurriedly walked over with a hearty smile on his face.

Hearing the other party's name, Berger's expression was obviously stiff, and he almost didn't stand still.

"What's wrong with you, brother?" Seeing this, the man hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him and asked with concern.

"Brother Hao Tong, I'm fine, the spiritual fluid is ready." Berger said, handing the package he was carrying in his arms to the other party.

The other party is an acquaintance, so there is no need to worry about not receiving money at all, in fact, since Lin Canghai came to the town to start refining medicine, he has become familiar with the other party.

Hao Tong is the head of the martial arts hall in the town, and he teaches dozens of apprentices under his hands, and the martial arts hall mentioned here is completely incompatible with the martial artists.

To put it bluntly, it is to learn some fighting skills, practice strength, and then walk in all directions.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is running the rivers and lakes, because where there are people, it is the rivers and lakes, there will always be disputes, and if you have no power to tie the chicken, it is easy to suffer.

In Maple Leaf Town, those who don't have martial arts talent can only retreat to the next best thing and go to the martial arts hall to seek advice, hoping to learn some skills.

Within this radius of a hundred miles, the reputation of the martial arts hall is still good, and several of the sect leaders in it have excellent skills, a few months ago, Hao Tong led a group of apprentices to a remote village to help them defend against bandits.

In that battle, the martial arts hall was completely famous, and Hao Tong alone killed more than a dozen bandits, including a leader.

"This is thirty silver coins, Brother Lin, you can count it." After putting away the spiritual liquid, Hao Tong directly threw a money bag to the other party.

"Don't count, I can trust Brother Hao Tong." Berger was also very simple, put the money bag directly into his arms, and completed the transaction, excluding the cost of materials, he could earn twenty silver coins, but it was very time-consuming, because it took seven days to refine a batch of spiritual liquid.

Although it is an inferior spiritual liquid, it is an excellent thing for ordinary people, strengthening the body, invigorating blood and removing stasis, and getting rid of some minor diseases.

But such a spiritual liquid martial artist can't look down on, and ordinary people can't afford it, so the martial arts hall has become a big buyer of these spiritual liquids, and it is indeed very suitable for them.