Han Yuan immediately agreed, and secretly reminded himself in his heart that he should be cautious in the future, and he must not be taken away by others at will. It happened that the spiritual power of the vine technique was about to be unable to maintain www.biquge.info, so he simply accepted the spell, but the Yin Moon Blade was still pointing at Meng Fanlin, and he never relaxed his vigilance. The more peaceful and friendly the moment, the easier it is to be counterattacked, and of course Han Yuan would not make such a mistake.

Meng Fanlin pulled out the blood root on his arm, recovered a little spiritual power, punched out a few mysterious runes, and clicked a few points on his body. His face showed an abnormal paleness, and the chest of the gray robe on the outer door gradually became ****, dyed with a dark red blood.

A round drop of blood suddenly slowly emerged from the heart of his left chest, gradually swirling in the air, and finally landed on Han Yuan's hand.

Han Yuan held this small half-drop of hard work, and according to Meng Fanlin's instructions, he integrated the heart's blood into the skin of his arm, and he could clearly feel that the relationship between himself and Meng Fanlin became cordial in an instant, and he really believed Meng Fanlin's statement about half a drop of hard work. From this moment on, Meng Fanlin was no longer a threat to him.

After losing half a drop of hard work, Meng Fanlin, who was still in the Qi training period, was as pale and languishing as if he was seriously ill. However, his momentum has not diminished at all: "This time it was the old man who recklessly fell into your hands, his skills are not as good as others, and he is convinced." However, the old man wants to remind you that after forming a golden pill, there are nine drops of blood in the human body, and even if you take half a drop, it doesn't hurt. At that time, if you come to fight again, don't blame the old man for bullying the small!"

Han Yuan was stunned for a moment, but instead of worrying at all, he showed a little smile: "It's okay! Then Jindan will fight again, Senior Brother Meng!"

This sentence is to hide his identity for Meng Fanlin, and in the future, he will only be regarded as an outer disciple Meng Fanlin and not as a former Elder of the Dark Fire. Meng Fanlin naturally understood, he arched his hand, and gradually disappeared into the dark night in a few steps.

After confirming that Meng Fanlin had left, Han Yuan also returned to his room.

I have to say that there are a lot of things that happened in one day today, and he still feels incredible in retrospect. Not to mention Chaoyunfang City and the production of spirit talismans, just the matter of Meng Fanlin, it is estimated that many disciples will not be able to touch it in their lifetime. Who would have imagined that a seemingly ordinary Qi cultivator, who was disliked and bullied by his peers to do chores, turned out to be a strong man in the Yuan Infant Stage who regained his cultivation. Even if Han Yuan noticed that this Meng Fanlin was not ordinary, he would never have guessed it.

This incident also gave Han Yuan a wake-up call. Never underestimate any opponent, the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, and no one knows what kind of hole cards their enemies have in their hands. With Meng Fanlin's usual cowardly and low-key appearance, who could have guessed that his strength was no less than the peak of ordinary qi training?

Fortunately, tonight's Meng Fanlin underestimated his strength and was captured rashly, but he was blackmailed by himself, and finally forced to hand over half a drop of his heart and soul to promise not to retaliate, and Han Yuan had nothing to worry about. As for Jindan, that's for the future. What's more, Meng Fanlin has his secrets, doesn't he have his own chance in Hanyuan? After all, Meng Fanlin has only practiced the seventh layer of Qi at the moment, and in the future, who will become the first Jindan, and who will be stronger after the Jindan, it is still unknown.

Although he was a little tired, the mental excitement made Han Yuan not sleepy in the slightest. Thinking that there was still some time before dawn, Han Yuan simply took out the Mingxin wormwood he got today.

Looking at the Mingxin wormwood in his hand, the immature leaves, the broken roots, and the large area of toxin-soaked black in the back, Han Yuan didn't feel much loss. If it weren't for that, how could he buy it for a mere eighty spirit stones?

In fact, when he heard that this Mingxin wormwood was eroded by toxins, Han Yuan had a bold idea in his heart!

Since the poison in his body can be converted into the toxin in his body for his own use with the help of the poison control channel, can the toxins of other things also be converted?

Once this thought is born in my heart, it can never be dispelled. In order to verify his conjecture, Han Yuan bought this Mingxin wormwood. If he could succeed, it would be equivalent to him spending eighty spirit stones to buy an immature Mingxin wormwood, which was really a lot of money; even if he couldn't succeed, the price of only eighty spirit stones was nothing in the face of the in-depth exploration of the efficacy of the poison control path.

Han Yuan carefully placed the Mingxin wormwood flat on the table, the toxin-impregnated side facing up. There had never been anything like this before, Han Yuan didn't have any experience, he didn't dare to be careless, and after selecting a leaf vein, he operated the poison control channel, carefully channeling a trace of spiritual power in his body into the veins of Mingxin wormwood.

This slender vein was cut off by the poison halfway, and one section in the middle was dyed with a faint black, but fortunately, it was not serious, and it was Han Yuan's choice to start with it. The cyan spiritual power was like the thickness of a hair, carefully burrowing into the veins along Han Yuan's fingertips, and then continuously transported from Han Yuan's body into this vein. However, no matter how much he instilled spiritual power, this Bright Heart Wormwood did not react, and the black area was still firmly covered on it, without the slightest sign of fading.

Could it be that his conjecture was wrong? Han Yuan couldn't help but have a trace of doubt, and he was not sure of his thoughts. Could it be that the poison transformation ability of this poison control path can only be used on one's own body, but it has no effect on the toxins on other things?

Han Yuan stopped this useless effort, but he didn't want to give up, but thought back to the process of using the poison control dao to dissolve the toxin and feed himself. Envelops the toxin with spiritual power, and then operates to dissolve and absorb it...... Thinking about it, he had another thought: Perhaps, his own way was wrong? Maybe it was not simply to instill spiritual power, but to use spiritual power to dissolve the toxin?

Just do it. Only this time he switched his method, which was also to draw spiritual power out of his body, but instead of directly entering the meridians of Mingxin Wormwood, he gently attached it to the black area. As soon as he came into contact with Han Yuan's spiritual power, the Mingxin Wormwood, which had been calmly placed on the table, jumped violently as if it had touched a flame, and bowed slightly as if it was alive, making Han Yuan amazed and even more convinced that his thoughts were correct.

Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, as long as you reach the Yellow level of the exercises, you can cultivate the unique spiritual power of the exercises. Han Yuan didn't know what the name of the spiritual power cultivated by the Poison Resisting Dao was, so he casually named it the Poison Resisting Spiritual Power. Under the effect of the poisonous spiritual power, the original jet-black part of the Mingxin wormwood gradually faded, and the initial tender green color was even faintly visible at the edge, which undoubtedly greatly invigorated the cold abyss and made him even more excited to gradually cover the spiritual power.

However, as the jet-black color faded and the tender green color reappeared on the area eroded by the poison, the vitality of the Bright Heart Wormwood seemed to be consumed along with the poison in its body. Almost instantly, the leaves that had been still in good spirits drooped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the tender green edges began to turn white.

This change immediately caught Han Yuan off guard. He had to stop his spiritual power and wonder why this was happening. This doesn't make sense at all? He transformed the evil poison, this is healing the damaged spirit grass, how can it be damaged instead?

Wait, conversion?

Thinking about these two words in his heart, Han Yuan suddenly realized. In order to resist the erosion of the poison, the Mingxin wormwood also mobilized its own strength to fight against it, and finally the spiritual power and the toxin reached a wonderful harmonious state, maintaining its vitality together. In other words, after he cleared the poison, this delicate balance of Mingxin wormwood was broken, and the power in the body was drained for a while, so it quickly decayed. If you use the poison to absorb the toxin as you normally do, you will not have such a problem.

Thinking of this, Han Yuan immediately started again with confidence. This time, he didn't just remove the toxin as before, but used the poison control dao to transform the poison into a special power full of vitality, and carefully introduced it into the veins of the Mingxin wormwood again.

This is undoubtedly doubling his workload. A small Mingxin wormwood, its veins were as thin as cow's hair, as delicate as a hair, Han Yuan had to use his divine sense to monitor the whole process, carefully transforming and reintroducing the toxins, and he didn't dare to relax at all. Even though it was a cool spring night, sweat was still oozing from his forehead.

Han Yuan straightened up and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, feeling unusually tired, but his mood was extremely satisfied. In front of him, a small green grass was lying quietly on the table, its tender leaves stretched comfortably, like a slender and flawless jade, what was it if it wasn't the almost completely wasted Mingxin wormwood before? Although this Mingxin wormwood still looked a little weak, and the roots were broken, it was finally completely cleared of the poison, and as long as it was planted and cared for, it could gradually recover.

Of course, the rest is up to itself. The roots are broken, and even the cold abyss can't do anything. The poison resistance may be able to replenish some of its power, but it is impossible to regenerate its roots. It's as if he was able to heal his injuries by absorbing toxins when he was injured, but such a thing as a broken limb and a rebirth was never possible.

Therefore, Han Yuan could only plant it carefully, put it next to the golden-spotted jade fruit to nourish its growth with the power of the tree crystal, and then hoped that its own willpower would be able to overcome the injury. However, Han Yuan was still full of confidence in this young Mingxin wormwood, after all, the ferocious poison had not completely devoured its power, let alone this small injury?