Yang Yonghui locked the door of the villa and walked briskly towards the hospital.

He's in a good mood today.

Moving to this single-family villa, there is no need to worry about noisy or noisy neighbors next door, you are free, and you don't have to worry about being disturbed as much as you want.

Just last night, Yang Yonghui had successfully refined a hand training pill specially set up for alchemy apprentices.

Compared with the vast sea of uncountable formal pills, there are only a hundred or dozens of "pseudo-pills" used for hand practice.

For cultivators, these things for practicing hands are too low-grade, and no one wants to give them away for nothing. The function of its existence is only for future alchemists who are interested in alchemy to have a process of practicing familiarity.

Pills are taken to be taken, and there are as many kinds of pills with different effects as there are different needs.

These things are different, they are purely for practice, some for concentration, some for patience, and some for fine control......

These are the basic skills that must be mastered in refining pills, even if someone is bored and forcibly divided into several grades, there are more than a hundred different formulas, which are enough to cover all aspects.

As for efficacy, that's just incidental. Give away something that no one wants, who will really put it in their mouths.

Yang Yonghui has the help of Tianyan, and in the Ma family mansion in the capital, he successfully refined the first "Huiguang", as if he had mastered the trick.

When I came back, progress was rapid. Sometimes, after two or three attempts, a new "pseudo-elixir" can be successfully refined. When it went well, I tried it even once.

In fact, the promotion of alchemy apprentices is an alchemist, and it is not required that all the practice prescriptions must be successfully refined.

This is a method of practice, not a hard metric.

For example, a certain cultivator who is seriously "biased" wants to start learning alchemy. Because the various basic attributes have long exceeded the entry standard of an alchemist, they only need a little understanding and learning, and may even skip the training stage, they can directly get started with alchemy, and the refining is successful.

Yang Yonghui's situation was of course different, but with the help of Tianyan, his meticulous observation and understanding of alchemy far exceeded the stage he was at now. If it weren't for the fact that the cultivation realm was dragging its feet, maybe you could also try to start formal alchemy.

However, Yang Yonghui is not in a hurry, the more solid the foundation is laid, the more beneficial it will be to the future development.

Besides, true cultivators are dismissive of such a by-product of hand training. But for ordinary mortals, these pills are all good things. At the very least, Yang Yonghui hoarded it and could exchange it for money and things when needed.

On the corner of the roadside, the bald head squatted in the corner with a few of his men, and had been waiting for almost half an hour.

From a distance, they watched the target come out of the villa, close the door, and walk in the direction of themselves and the others, and they stood up straight one by one.

This guy is the target of Liu Shao's explanation?

He is not tall, and his body is not very sturdy and burly. Walking posture is relaxed, not like a very good practitioner.

The bald head stared at his target tightly, while analyzing and judging unprofessionally in his heart.

"Little ones, get up and get to work!"

Martial artists are very sensitive to qi locking and gaze, not to mention Yang Yonghui, who has cultivated the Heavenly Demon Divine Palace.

He felt something, and with a hmm, he raised his head slightly and looked to the right front.

I saw a particularly tall bald head, with a hideous smile on his face, and a cruel light in his eyes, staring at himself and walking over.

Behind him, there were four or five young men who didn't look like good people, who were also gearing up and eager to try.

Yang Yonghui's mind turned slightly, and he could immediately confirm that these guys themselves did not know each other.

They didn't know each other, but the other party showed undisguised hostility, and Yang Yonghui understood it almost immediately as soon as he thought about it.

These people are probably the ones Liu Guihao found to take revenge on himself.

didn't even figure out his own details, so he found a few gangsters to go out, and this Liu Guihao seems to have limited ability.

With thoughts turning in his heart, Yang Yonghui kept walking, still moving forward according to the original rhythm.

Even if it is an elite soldier in the army, Yang Yonghui is casually overturned, not to mention these small characters who can only mix on the street.

However, from the eyes of Bald Qiang and others, Yang Yonghui came up to die without realizing it.

The distance between the two sides narrowed, slowly approaching, Yang Yonghui had a warm smile on his face, and waited for the other party to attack first.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to get closer, the big bald head inside suddenly seemed to change his face, and quickly put away his murderous expression, his face was flat, he didn't make any movements, and passed by Yang Yonghui.

It's like strangers on the street who don't know each other.

Hey~

Yang Yonghui couldn't help but feel a little strange.

He trusted his own judgment that these little thugs must have come for him. But why did they suddenly change their minds at the last minute?

Yang Yonghui looked back and saw two policemen in dark green police uniforms turning from behind, and his heart was immediately relieved.

"Bald head, what are you trying to do here?"

A middle-aged policeman led by a middle-aged policeman with a square face, stretched out his hand to stop the bald head, and asked very seriously.

The bald head was strong, but he didn't panic in the slightest, and opened his mouth and smiled nonchalantly.

"This police officer, I took a group of brothers to go shopping and bask in the sun, this is not illegal, right?"

The dignified middle-aged policeman stared at him fixedly, and after a while, he put his hand down.

"I warn you, don't make a fuss here. Otherwise, I'll get you back!"

"Got it, officer~"

The bald head Qiang walked away with his subordinates, and he didn't forget to turn his head and smile gloomily at Yang Yonghui, not taking the middle-aged policeman's warning to heart at all.

The middle-aged policeman watched these people leave and shook his head helplessly.

"This gentleman, you had a holiday with the bald head?"

Yang Yonghui was stunned by the middle-aged policeman's question.

The bald head is strong? It's the big bald head just now? This name is too cute, isn't it?

"No, I don't know him at all. ”

"And have you been in a conflict with someone lately?"

The middle-aged policeman did not doubt Yang Yonghui's words. He has been a policeman for so many years, and his eye for people is not bad. The young man in front of him has a detached temperament, and he is obviously a person from a different world than the bald head.

Yang Yonghui smiled slightly, although he had already decided that Liu Guihao had done it, but he didn't plan to explain it to the upright policeman in front of him.

"I'm a doctor at the hospital over there, maybe it's because the patients I have treated before or the patient's family are dissatisfied and looking for someone to come and take revenge. You know, the doctor-patient relationship is very tense right now. I don't even know where I offended someone. ”

(End of chapter)