Under Liu Changhe's arrangement, Luo Ling lived in a separate courtyard behind the Governor's Mansion.

The courtyard is located on the hillside, surrounded by greenery, and a small piece of purple phoenix bamboo is planted in the open space of the yard, surrounded by flowers and plants, which is pleasing to the eye.

The yard is obviously being tended, it is very clean and refreshing, the location is quiet, and the air is wafting with a faint fragrance of grass and trees.

Luo Ling was quite satisfied, this was much more comfortable than living in the Chief Chief's Mansion.

After settling down, Luo Ling hastily wrote a list of medicinal materials and handed it to Liu Changhe, asking him to transfer it to Wucang Dao, and find some beast blood by the way.

This list is mainly used to refine the Bone Strengthening Pill, as well as a few medicinal materials that combine with the blood of beasts to refine the flesh and soul. The medicinal materials of the Bone Strengthening Pill are not in a hurry, just prepare them within ten days, but the medicinal materials required for refining are urgent, they are all common ordinary medicinal materials, Luo Ling specially instructed Liu Changhe to get them as soon as possible.

After a short time, Liu Changhe returned, followed by seven or eight tribal warriors, carrying several large buckets of beast blood.

Preparing the Bone Strengthening Pill medicinal materials for Luo Ling was a piece of cake for Wucang Dao, and he also asked Liu Changhe to bring an elixir.

This is a hundred-year-old herb that nourishes the soul.

Although it is only the lowest-level elixir, it is also an elixir, and it is a divine soul elixir, which is what Luo Ling needs most at the moment, which is nothing less than a timely rain.

With this elixir, Luo Ling was more confident in the competition ten days later.

Elixir, as the name suggests, is a medicinal material containing spiritual substances, which is above ordinary medicinal materials, and is divided into one to nine orders from low to high, and this Yun Shen Grass is a first-order elixir.

Elixirs are very rare in the Sahu Wasteland, otherwise Luo Ling's father would not have risked his life to enter the Yin Wind Valley.

Although the Atai tribe is a large tribe, the elixir resources in their hands are extremely limited.

This is a lot of favor, Luo Ling silently accepted it.

He was not in a hurry to refine the elixir, but first used the blood of the beast to refine the body and quench the soul.

As the soul power increases, the beast blood soul quenching effect will gradually weaken, unless a higher grade beast blood is used.

Therefore, if the elixir is refined first, it will indirectly weaken the soul quenching effect of the beast's blood.

Early the next morning, Wu Cangdao rushed to Yinfeng Valley with several tribal masters.

Before leaving, he specially talked to Luo Ling alone for more than half an hour, and the specific content was unknown.

In order to avoid turmoil in the hearts of the tribesmen, he quietly left the tribe, and only a few people knew of his whereabouts.

If more people knew that he was going to Yin Wind Valley this time, and there would be no trouble in the tribe, Luo Ling would also want to stay in the Atai tribe.

Luo Ling closed the door and concentrated on refining his body and soul, as if he was isolated from the world.

But his name gradually spread among the Atai tribe.

The daughter of the chief leader suppressed the toxin, and compared with the top alchemist of the wasteland, Qi Mei, to test the alchemy technique, these two things, no matter which one will be eye-catching, but was picked up by a young man who was only fourteen years old, and almost dropped his jaw.

Although most of the clan members have a good impression of Luo Ling, and even are grateful, they are not optimistic about him and Qi Meibi refining medicine at all.

Alcheming medicine is much more complicated than cultivating, and every time you make progress, it takes a lot of money and time, and the existing alchemists in the wasteland are all burned with money, and all of them are soaked out with a lot of time.

And Luo Ling was only born in a small tribe like Sangle, how could he have so much money to burn?

Even if he had sufficient financial support and an enviable talent for refining medicine, how old was he? How could he be compared to a veteran alchemist who had been refining medicine for more than fifty years? Moreover, this person also had a star refining furnace, and he was even a top alchemist in the wasteland.

Time passed.

On the fourth day of Luo Ling's stay in the courtyard, his cultivation had moved from the third level of body refining to the fourth level.

On the ninth day, he stepped from the fourth level of the body refining realm to the fifth level.

is also refined, as well as his divine soul power.

By this time, the effect of second-order beast blood on him was no longer obvious.

"I'm going to have a competition tomorrow, then I'll refine this soul grass and help my soul power go to the next level!"

Luo Ling picked up the washed Soul Gathering Grass, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it vigorously.

Suddenly, a medicinal power that was even more violent than the blood of the beast rushed down the throat into the body.

The next day, the wind was mild, and a few white clouds floated lazily.

Today's Governor's Mansion is different from usual, and the square in front of the gate is almost flooded with a surging crowd.

These people are all members of the Atai tribe, and they are naturally here for Luo Ling.

Because of this magical boy who helped Wu Feixue, the "princess" of the Atai tribe, suppress the toxin, he will compete with the veteran alchemist here today.

Many of them are grateful to Luo Ling, and because they are grateful, they support it.

Even if no one is optimistic about the result of this competition, it still can't stop their enthusiasm to support Luo Ling.

The people of the wasteland have always admired force, and they revere the strong as well as the brave.

Luo Ling is a well-deserved brave in their eyes!

If a young man who has nothing to do with the Atai tribe challenges Qi Mei, it may be a sensationalism, self-indulgence, or even a joke in their eyes, but Luo Ling is different, the same behavior in the eyes of the Atai tribe members, it is amazing courage and worthy of admiration.

They had long wanted to visit Luo Ling to express their gratitude or satisfy their curiosity.

However, before leaving, Wu Cangdao deliberately explained to the top of the clan that no one was allowed to disturb him before Luo Ling competed with Qi Mei. Except for a few people who knew about Luo Ling's residence, it had always been kept strictly secret, and the level of defense was almost no less than that of the General Chief's Mansion.

Wucang Dao's purpose in doing this was not just to give Luo Ling a quiet cultivation environment.

Its main purpose is to protect him.

The murderer who wanted to put his daughter to death was very likely to secretly attack Luo Ling.

If Luo Ling suffers an accident, who else can save his daughter?

In the middle of the square, there are two stone platforms, each with an alchemy furnace.

One of them is naturally the Star Refining Furnace, and the other is the Medicine Refining Furnace of Hou Jun, the master of the Medicine Hall of the Atai Ministry.

Hou Jun learned from Liu Changhe that Luo Ling didn't seem to have a medicine refining furnace, so he took out his own furnace and borrowed it from Luo Ling.

Around the stone platform sat five old men, including Hou Jun, who were all the top alchemists in the wasteland, acting as the referees for this competition.

Wu Feixue and Liu Wan'er also came, and sat beside the five referees with a group of high-ranking tribal officials.

"When has this been, why hasn't Luo Ling's little baby come yet?

Standing in front of the Star Refining Furnace, Qi Mei stroked his chin with his hand, his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes flashed slightly, and he was suspicious.

"Hmm, what's going on? Luo Ling shouldn't have forgotten today's competition, right?"

An alchemist sitting next to Wu Feixue asked suspiciously.

In fact, this is still a euphemism, he actually wants to ask: Is Luo Ling afraid?

Not only him, but also the alchemists, including Hou Jun, and many people on the scene also had such doubts.

Wu Feixue still wore a veil, and said in a firm tone: "Young Master Luo will definitely come!"

Luo Ling even dared to contradict her father, dared to fight with reason, such a person would be afraid of a competition that did not involve life and death!

Another top alchemist suddenly groaned: "Maybe it's because this little guy Luo Ling realized it later, and saw through the trap that the old fox Qi Mei gave him, so he simply didn't compare the medicine refining with him, right?"

Someone immediately chimed in: "It should be like this, if I were Luo Ling, I would definitely give up." Knowing that there is no hope of winning, why should he give away the secret method of removing poison to others? Wouldn't that be a cheap old fox for nothing?"

Listening to the discussions around him, Qi Mei was a little breathless, his face was gloomy, his eyes swept around, and he said in a sullen voice: "Luo Ling, don't you dare to compare medicine refining with the old man? If you really don't dare, why didn't you say it earlier? Could it be that you are sincere in playing with the old man? Little baby, do you know the consequences of playing with the old man?"

Qi Mei released the Yuanquan Realm cultivation, the sound waves rolling, and the threat was full of meaning.

Qi Mei, as a top alchemist in the wasteland, has a lot of appeal, he wants money and money, and he wants people, if he is determined to oppose Luo Ling, then what awaits him will be a tragic end, unless he stays in the Atai tribe for a lifetime and does not come out.

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