The more times like this, the more you have to grit your teeth and persevere, refining your body for many years, and slowly summing up some experience in dialects. [Ran^Text^Library] [ ] However, with such a powerful decoction, the suffering of the physical body will increase dramatically, all because of its powerful effect on the physical body, which is almost an inevitable process.

When the monk soaked for the first time, the monk's body had not yet adapted to the medicinal power, and the pain he endured was the most unbearable, and of course, the effect of refining the body was also the best.

Since he had chosen alchemy in the first place, Fang Yan would never give up, and the torture he had endured over the years was worth it compared to the opportunities that alchemy brought him. Besides, who is a monk who wants to achieve something, who does not come and go in and out of suffering, life and death, not to mention that alchemy is still his hope for improving his cultivation.

That being said, the ferocity of the decoction was still unbearable, and Fang Yan almost tried his best to suppress the idea of rising from the water. However, his mouth involuntarily let out a suppressed roar, like the sound of a dying demon beast when it was preparing for its last fight.

Qingluan and Su Yanqing were next door, and with their spiritual senses, they immediately noticed the strangeness of the dialect, and then rushed out of the room in a panic and went straight to the bathroom. The room was full of choking crimson smoke, and among them was a dilapidated Dading, and the screams came from this broken ding, and it seemed that Fang Yan was torturing himself again, practicing his so-called alchemy.

Su Yanqing has been following the dialect for a short time, Qingluan has long been accustomed to the dialect's lifeless cultivation method, guessing that he may have found a new method of refining the body or a soup recipe, he shook his head helplessly, and motioned for Su Yanqing to wait at the door with her. Although it was cultivation, the practice of dialect was indeed worrying, and from time to time I heard his hoarse roar, how could the two of them still be in the mood to cultivate, so they simply stayed aside and watched nervously.

The huge medicinal power brought by the Hundred Refining Soup was still raging in Fang Yan's body, and the Yuan Power around his body was surging rapidly, constantly devouring the refining medicinal power, and constantly circulating in several Great Yang Veins. After refining, the Yuan Force gradually accumulated. Slowly, the yang veins also became a little bloated, and the Yuan Power that gradually collided began to escape into the flesh and blood, bones, as well as the internal organs and all parts of the body, and for a while, the mana of the dialect was almost frozen.

Fang Yan was in pain, but he couldn't lift up a trace of strength, as if the whole person was inexplicably drained, allowing endless medicinal power to rush in. He was unable to mobilize his own power and control it a little. In the past, when the dialect tried a new decoction. Even if you are embarrassed, you can control Yuan Li a little, and it is not as powerless as this time.

It can be seen that the medicinal power of the Bailian Soup is more ferocious than any time, and the impact on the dialect is even more unbearable. The only thing he can do now is to keep his mind clear, although he can't control the random conflict between the Yuan Force and the medicinal power, and he can't be disrupted by the pain, as long as he can, he will try to control the Yuan Power and flow everywhere around his body.

He was unaware of the arrival of the two ladies. Even the roar that he couldn't help but make, I am afraid he didn't hear it, and all his thoughts were on these medicinal powers that were surging like waves, and he didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest. Bursts of heart-rending pain kept coming, and Fang Yan's body was already shaking violently, but there was always a voice in his head that made him hold on. Don't give up.

I don't know how long it took, the roar of the dialect gradually stopped, the smoke in the room gradually dissipated, and the decoction in the Dading slowly calmed down, but at this time the color of the decoction became much lighter. Qingluan and the others stepped forward with some concern, and suddenly a head emerged from the water. His face was bruised, his eyes were bloodshot, but his expression was extremely excited.

Seeing the two familiar faces, Fang Yan was slightly stunned, and then opened his big mouth, but who knew that this smile was extremely hideous, and the two of them turned around and wanted to run away. The dialect was stunned again. Then he smiled self-deprecatingly, sat cross-legged in the water, and used the residual medicinal power to regulate all parts of himself, straightening out the sudden surge of Yuan power.

It is no wonder that the cultivation of the Pure Yang Exercise must use these decoctions, otherwise the entry will be extremely slow, after this change of the decoction, the Yuan Force has increased a lot, and at this current progress, it will not take too long to advance to the fifth level of the Exercises. However, this time it is a new decoction that will have such a miraculous effect, and it is impossible to have such an effect every time in the future, but it is much stronger than the decoction used before.

Half an hour later, Fang Yan slowly stood up from the water, and his body was blood-red, and he didn't know if it was contaminated with medicinal liquid, or if the epidermis was soaked like this. Qingluan hurriedly stepped forward to help him clean, and after washing the dialect, he felt relaxed and energetic, and even running with mana was much smoother, never felt so good as now.

"Hehe, the effect of this decoction is really good, and it is not in vain that I tried my best to find it, the ancient method of refining the body is really exquisite. Qingluan, Yanqing, you have also worked hard, I want to reward you well. Fang Yan was full of pride, and couldn't help but be a little moved after seeing the two of them busy, so he said with a wicked smile.

Su Yanqing didn't react for a while, but Qingluan heard it and left, but where could they go, they were grabbed by Fang Yan and dragged into the room one by one. As a foundation building monk, he has never stopped talking about this kind of absurd things, but he often enjoys it.

In the next few months, everyone cultivated in their residences, and never went out to hunt demons again, but only occasionally went to the Fang City to go around, returning to the familiar cultivation life. The date of the dialect has always been very full, and it is also because of his miscellaneous, until the foundation is built, he has not worshiped a master decently, and even the exercises are patchwork.

After months of peaceful cultivation, all aspects of the dialect have entered the realm, especially the alchemy technique, the alchemy technique is tepid, and the mana cultivation is step-by-step. However, he was now able to refine several pills used by the early stage cultivators of foundation building, although the success rate was miserable, but he could not stand the large number of elixirs, which could barely be used for cultivation, and his cultivation was steadily increasing every day under the impetus of the pills.

It is worth mentioning that his talisman making technique, in addition to the wonderful use of the analysis technique in this technique, Fang Yan is more and more convinced that he has some talent in talisman art. Whenever it comes to the study of talismans, the comprehension of dialects is very high, and the practice is like divine help, and there has never been a bottleneck, as long as the cultivation is reached, it is almost smooth all the way.

And since he practiced this way, the rune success rate has been high, and there is naturally a reason for the discernment technique, but his sense of runes cannot be ignored, and few people can be as keen as him, who is naturally extremely sensitive to runes. Perhaps this is a talent, it's hard to explain, it's just a subtle feeling, and when it comes to things related to talismanism, the dialect's mind will be supernaturally active.

Now the dialect can already make three kinds of intermediate runes, in addition to the thunder stone runes that can barely be made by leapfrogging before, and have mastered the production methods of ice sword runes and wind clear runes, and the rune rate is not low, more than fifty percent. Counting the dialect foundation building can only be two years, most of the time is either hunting demonic beasts, or fleeing with everyone, there is not much time to really practice talismans, plus it takes time to cultivate the corresponding spells, such a fast entry is really amazing.

And his understanding of runes is also deepening day by day, whether it is the rune jade slip or the Xuanji jade slip obtained from Su Yanzhao, the dialect will be carefully figured out if there is nothing to do. It is not about how fast the process of unraveling is, but about the detailed experience and repeated pondering, each rune will be repeatedly depicted, and the difference between them will be experienced. It seems to be boring to depict runes, but the dialect finds it endlessly fun, as if the world is in it, and it is often immersed in it and cannot extricate itself.

This kind of cultivation life is the most comfortable day for dialects, and I didn't want to be disturbed, but unfortunately I was still alarmed by a messenger early in the morning, and I had to return to the world to face this sudden deacon. The summons was sent by the Xiancheng Deacon Pavilion, and he couldn't pay attention to the dialect, and he also recognized this deacon, which was the deacon who was the one who was in front of him when he signed up that day.

"Congratulations to Daoyou Fang, a great happy event, Daoyou is really lucky, let me envy you. That's the case, Daoyou has recently obtained the qualification of Xiancheng to be released, and he will soon go to the Uehara Acropolis to serve as the city lord, and he is about to become the head of the party. The Deacon's Pavilion specially sent down to report the good news to Taoist friends, which is also an honor in the next place. By the way, in the next Zhang Cunmao, I will ask Fang Daoyou to take care of me in the future. As soon as this man entered the door, he was like a magpie announcing the good news, chirping incessantly.

Fang Yan couldn't help but be stunned, how could this kind of good thing in charge of a city fall on his head, it is said that he is a newcomer, and he has no strong background in Xiancheng, how can such a fat difference spread himself. You must know that there are only nine acropolis in Xiancheng, each of which has a large area under its jurisdiction, and there are countless places where you can reap the benefits, which is many times stronger than the Qingwen stone mining area he put out at the beginning.

Whether it is cultivation or his own qualifications, even this immortal city has only been here for a few months, there is no reason why he will be selected for such an important position, there must be a reason for this. It seems that the reason is still on the jade plaque given by Su Yingxue, otherwise such a good thing would not be the turn of him, a foreign monk in the early stage of foundation building.

And this deacon named Zhang Cunmao is probably deliberately trying to win this opportunity to report the good news, not only to clear his past suspicions through this matter, but also to take the opportunity to befriend him, the soon-to-be-appointed Acropolis Lord, killing two birds with one stone. These monks, who had lived in the deacon's cabinet for a long time, were the most adept at the wind and rudder, and had always been handy in doing such things.

Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling man, and besides, Fang Yan is also quite interested in serving as the head of one party, at least he can freely control his cultivation time in the future, so Fang Yan also replied with joy: "Where does Deacon Zhang speak, he will be the city lord of the Acropolis in the future, but he is under the leadership of the Deacon Pavilion, and he has to ask Deacon Zhang for more guidance." ”

This kind of scene is not easy to say, the dialect came as soon as he opened his mouth, and soon the two became harmonious, and the surface looked hot. Speaking of which, the two will be colleagues in the future, but this Zhang Cunmao is a subordinate courtesy, which makes Fang Yan a little crying and laughing, this person is completely unprincipled, only recognizes the power and benefits, this kind of person may use it, but more must be guarded against, Fang Yan naturally knows it in his heart.

However, the face has to be sufficient, and the messenger who came to the deacon's cabinet to deliver the report understands how to treat each other in dialects, and the two of them have done a full set of false courtesies, and this Zhang Cunmao is satisfied with his resignation and leaving. Although it is impossible for Fang Yan to stop hating him just by virtue of this good news, but he has been here for so long, just to let people know that his relationship with Fang Yan is not ordinary, and he and the Su family are left to others to imagine, from this point of view, his goal has been achieved. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )