Mo Xiaoqi is indeed not mistaken.

The secluded valley was not far from the cottage, and it took more than an hour to see the view when it passed the low bushes that grew luxuriantly.

This small valley is a gap between several mountains, a clearing, where lush vegetation grows, and a rather narrow gap in the south, wide enough for one person to walk, and as far as the eye can see, it feels so deep that the border is barely visible.

Wang Anfeng jumped off his mount.

The three hundred horsemen behind him turned over and dismounted in unison.

This valley has not been visited by outsiders for a long time, and it is overgrown with weeds and even snakes swimming in it, which is not at all habitable at all.

Gongsun Jing frowned slightly, turned around and ordered, and all the three hundred Qingtao riders lifted the gibby armor, leaving forty people with waist knives to cut the weeds that grew wildly here, and if they encountered snakes, they would simply slash to death.

The remaining 200 or so people streamed out of the jungle-obscured entrance, and it took about a stick of incense before someone returned, each carrying a man-thick log on his shoulder.

The traces at the crack were obviously smashed by brute force, and the people in the mountain bandits were envious for a while.

Wang Anfeng walked around the valley and sprinkled some medicinal powder everywhere, firstly, to prevent mosquitoes and expel wild beasts.

Second, many tracking methods in the rivers and lakes are linked to odors, and using medicinal powder to cover up the smell can naturally fundamentally eliminate this means.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and went deep into the medicine bag he carried, but he felt empty, and then he suddenly realized that the medicine he was carrying had been completely exhausted, although this medicine bag was the handwriting of the second master Wu Changqing, but he couldn't stop him from sprinkling the medicine powder all the way on the way here, and there was not much left.

Looking up, with the size of this valley, it still needs a lot of medicine to completely cover up the smell, and if you pick medicine around at this time, I'm afraid it's too late.

Wang Anfeng hesitated, but still told Wei Chijie next to him that he needed to go out to collect blood medicinal materials and come back, and then he got up straight, swayed up from the side of the mountain rock, and when he reached the top of the mountain, he found a quiet and hidden corner, and raised his right wrist.

The cuffs slipped off, revealing a string of Buddhist beads.

Wang Anfeng's gaze fell on the Buddha beads and hesitated.

If you just go to the pharmacy to get some medicinal herbs for alchemy, you should be able to ...... Cease?

He suddenly felt a little weak.

But after looking at the Qingtao riders who relied on his command, he still closed his eyes and said softly:

"Back to Shaolin ......"

As always, the streamer flashed, and when Wang Anfeng opened his eyes again, he had already appeared on the top of the Shaolin Temple, but he didn't see the masters and elders he had seen in the past, let alone the familiar lazy scribe.

First there was silence, and then he closed his eyes a little uncomfortably.

Wang Anfeng took a slight breath, pressed the emotions surging in his heart, turned around and ran towards the peak of the main vein of his Shaolin Temple, he had studied medical theory with Wu Changqing in the pharmacy for several years, and he was naturally no stranger to the pharmacy.

Ran all the way over, pushed open the door, and disappeared the old man who had always smiled, but there was no shortage of medicines in a row, Wang Anfeng took out the medicinal materials that could cover the smell, Shaolin Temple is in a special location, take out a medicinal material, and a second one will be born in a blink of an eye.

Then he turned around directly, and only opened the fire to refine medicine in the Dan furnace on the side.

This is a rare miracle medicine in the rivers and lakes, but in the prescription of the Medicine King Valley, it is only extremely common, Wang Anfeng was able to refine more than a pound every day when he was a teenager.

At this time, the internal force was mellow, and the pure masculine internal force forced the flame to refine the medicinal properties, but it was only a moment to practice, and the medicinal powder in the inner furnace was carefully poured out, and it was loaded into the medicine bag around the waist, and I was relieved.

was about to turn around and leave, but his gaze swept over the rows of medicinal herbs, slightly stagnant.

After thinking about it, he didn't go out directly, but walked straight to the front of the medicine cabinet, and took out more than a dozen kinds of medicinal materials that can strengthen the blood, strengthen the muscles and bones, and generate Danqi, and reopened the furnace for alchemy.

The furnace fire turned pure green, and the medicinal fragrance became more and more obvious.

Wang Anfeng's palm was gently attached to the Dan furnace, feeling the fusion and change of the medicinal properties in the furnace, this flavor of the pill is one of the medicinal properties of the Medicine King Gu Danfang, which is several times stronger than the Naqi Dan, which is just suitable for the cultivation of martial artists of the seventh and eighth grades.

It took about an hour. The medicinal fragrance was already curling like smoke, Wang Anfeng opened the Dan furnace, picked up a pill, sniffed it gently, and frowned slightly.

It is very medicative.

However, too little.

His alchemy technique is inherited from the medicine king Wu Changqing, and it is already quite pure, and eighty percent of the condensed medicinal properties in a furnace of pills become pills, but only two percent are lost, but even so, one furnace of pills is only a few dozen.

He originally planned to see if he could rely on his medical skills to help Qing Tao improve his cultivation faster and master the changes in the two military formations, but in the moment, with this speed of alchemy, the gains outweighed the losses.

He just spent a whole day, fainting from exhaustion, and died of exhaustion in front of the Dan furnace, and he couldn't support the loss of the pills of the three hundred martial artists.

At this time, Wang Anfeng subtly had a feeling similar to Mo Xiaoqi.

Three hundred warriors of eight rank or more.

It's so fucking edible......

Giant can eat.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work......

"Alchemy is too time-consuming."

Playing with the pill in his hand, Wang Anfeng frowned and spoke, his body suddenly stiffened slightly, his eyes widened, looking at the bead-like pill in his palm, and whispered:

"Alchemy is too time-consuming......"

"Alchemy?"

"Well...... Don't alchemy? ”

Wang Anfeng hesitated and said to himself:

"Condensing into the shape of the pill is just for the convenience of carrying, it looks beautiful, and it is easy to eat, as long as the medicinal properties remain the same, even if it is made into other appearances, it is the same? Eat it to absorb the medicinal properties, whether it is round or flat. ”

"No ......"

"In this case, simply take out the medicinal juice directly after the medicinal properties are fused and mix it into the water."

"But this kind of medicine is too domineering, and swallowing it directly will damage the martial artist's own body."

"If you dilute it with water, the medicinal properties will disperse again."

Wang Anfeng sat cross-legged in front of the Dan furnace, meditating hard, and suddenly the fragmented fragments in his mind merged together, his eyes lit up slightly, and he couldn't help but cry out:

"Wait, no one says that the pill must be swallowed, right?"

"As long as you wait for the medicinal properties to be fused, introduce them into the water, dilute them with water, and directly throw the martial artist into them, and run the exercises to absorb the medicinal power, isn't it the same?"

Wang Anfeng stood up abruptly and ran to the back of the pharmacy, where there was a bronze tripod more than one person high.

Then he raised his hand to open the Dan furnace, and threw all the medicinal materials into the Dan furnace by means of catching the dragon and controlling the crane, and slapped it out with a palm of his left hand, and a thunderbolt fell on the wood, causing a violent thunderstorm.

Because he no longer cares about the steps of neutralizing the medicinal properties and condensing into the pill, this time Wang Anfeng's speed of refining the medicine is much larger, and after the medicinal properties are fused, he directly slapped the pill open, drank lowly, and bent the five fingers of his right hand slightly.

Ingesting all the amber liquid in it with airborne energy, pouring it into a large wooden barrel, the fragrance of the medicine rose, Wang Anfeng stretched out his finger, lightly tapped the medicinal liquid, and put it on his tongue.

Feeling that the medicinal properties that were domineering to the seventh-rank martial artists were gradually rising, Wang Anfeng bowed his head and whispered:

"In this way, it should be almost ......"

"However, when the martial artist's body is exhausted and exhausted, it is the best opportunity to absorb the medicinal properties."

"Simply...... Simply directly seal their internal qi temporarily, and stimulate their internal qi purely with external energy, and when they are exhausted and unable to move, their internal qi should also be at its most active. ”

"When the time comes, it will be more conducive to cultivation if it is stimulated by medicinal power."

Wang Anfeng wore a green shirt and stood in the Shaolin Temple, seriously thinking about how to let the three hundred Qingtao riders exhaust the last trace of strength.

As for how to break the luck of the warriors and let them completely reach the limit......

His experience is extremely rich.

Extraordinarily rich!

Prepared in his mind, Wang Anfeng grabbed the wooden barrel filled with light cyan domineering medicinal liquid, and when he was about to leave Shaolin Temple directly, he saw a carpentry axe next to him, and the handwriting of the third master was on the wall next to him.

I think it was Hongluoyu who didn't know when he put it here. Thinking that I had only come to the valley today, and that I wanted to build a wooden house, I would have to ask for these tools, so I grabbed them in my hand.

In the next instant, Wang Anfeng disappeared into the Shaolin Temple.

A crooked line of characters on the wall.

Good stuff, +12.

PS: Today's second update is presented............