Legend of Yan Wu

"In the future, you should pay more attention to the matter of the ancient relics. If you get it, it will be of great help to you who have the Yanwu physique." Tianlu looked at Han Mo and said with a smile.

Han Mo nodded when he heard the words. These things are too strange, and they are beyond the reach of the current him.

"Oh, strength." Han Mo sighed leisurely, and said old-fashioned.

"You brat, you are quite mature even if you don't have a big heart." Tianlu said angrily.

Han Mo arched his shoulders unnecessarily, his calm mind is thanks to those who have made things difficult for him, if not for them, Han Mo would not have seen the hearts of the world clearly, and allowed his pure self to grow Chance.

"Okay, Dancheng." Tianlu waved at the alchemy cauldron, and a pill the size of two fingernails flew out, exuding a strong medicinal fragrance, just smelling it Refreshed.

Han Mo leaned over to look at the fiery red and round medicine curiously, and said excitedly: "Teacher, this is the medicine medicine, it smells so good."

"Nonsense." Tianlu said angrily: "The grades of pills also have to be divided into good and bad. Good pills have standard and regular colors, fragrant medicines, neat and round specifications, etc., are the keys to distinguishing quality. .”

"Then how is the quality of this one in the teacher's hand?" Han Mo couldn't help asking, although he knew that the teacher's strength must be extraordinary, but he was still a little curious about the real strength of the teacher.

Tianlu glanced at Han Mo, and said perfunctorily: "The quality is average, not bad anyway."

Han Mo was speechless when he heard the words. The teacher said how to judge the quality of the elixir. According to the above standards, this elixir is top-grade. The teacher is blatantly perfunctory.

"Okay, why ask so many useless things, you take this elixir first, with it, you will be able to return to being a warrior tonight and have fighting spirit." Tianlu said as he handed the elixir to Han Mo.

Han Mo was shocked when he heard the words, and immediately said excitedly: "Teacher, are you serious? I will be able to return to the warrior tonight. You are not comforting me, are you?"

Tianlu patted Han Mo's head and said, "Silly boy, why did the teacher lie to you? Alright, take it quickly, and hurry up to absorb the power of the medicine."

Han Mo nodded heavily when he heard the words, looked at the fragrant medicine in his hand, swallowed it impatiently, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes to absorb the power of the medicine.

Tianlu looked at Han Mo with his eyes closed, and there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to hand the pill to Han Mo, and he seemed to be a little uncertain about the effect of the pill, but Tianlu didn't wake Han Mo up after all. Mo, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and meditated on the big rock not far from Han Mo.

Han Mo didn't fall into a state of meditation at this time, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't control it at all. As soon as the elixir entered his body, Han Mo felt a stream of heat running around in his body, moving up and down from time to time. non-stop.

In addition, Han Mo only felt that the strength of his whole body seemed to be full, and he felt the vindictiveness that he hadn't felt for a long time, which made Han Mo a little happy. No, this name, how much humiliation and harm it has brought to him in the past three years, he, Han Mo, has completely had enough, and now is the time for him to stand up.

The medicinal power of the elixir was slowly digested in Han Mo's body, and the originally full fighting spirit had reached a saturated state. Han Mo only felt that there seemed to be a layer of barrier in his body, which blocked the spread of the medicinal power of the elixir. It seemed that as long as he broke through this If there is no gap between them, Han Mo will be able to regain his fighting spirit and get rid of that disgusting title of trash.

Time passed as Han Mo digested the medicinal power, and the vindictiveness generated by the medicinal power had reached a peak. Han Mo gradually couldn't bear it, but the vindictiveness was still increasing. If the barrier was not broken, the meridians in Han Mo's body would probably be To be damaged.

"I can't take it anymore." In a daze, a sentence appeared in Han Mo's mind. At this time, Han Mo's internal situation was also very unsatisfactory. There were cracks in many meridians. Han Mo's body itself was relatively poor. Usually, he seldom exercises, so how could he accept the ravages of fighting spirit.

Sitting cross-legged at the side, Tianlu looked at the pale Han Mo, sighed helplessly, and murmured: "Han Mo, the teacher is doing it for your own good, I hope you don't blame the teacher, your future road must be full of love. will be extraordinary."

Naturally, Han Mo would not hear the words of Tianlu. At this time, Han Mo is already suffering a lot. It would be great if he could fall asleep. This is his wish now. This tingling sensation spreads all over his body. At that time, my whole body felt like countless burning red needles stabbing my body, the pain was unbearable.

Before he knew it, Han Mo finally fell into a coma. It seemed that someone was calling him faintly. Han Mo slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the familiar white space. Han Mo was not too surprised this time. , I seem to be used to it after coming here many times.

"What's the matter calling me this time?" Han Mo shouted into the white space, as if talking to himself.

"I told you, you came in by yourself." After a while, a voice that was different from before came out.

"Why did your voice change?" Han Mo asked with some doubts.

The mysterious man seemed to hesitate for a while and said: "First of all, congratulations, I am blind to have such a talented teacher who can refine such a magic pill."

"What do you mean?" Han Mo always felt that the mysterious man seemed to have something to say.

"Secondly, congratulations. You have finally broken through to become a martial artist again. Don't you feel tired after carrying the title of waste for so many years?" The mysterious voice answered irrelevantly.

"I broke through?" Han Mo murmured happily.

"Boy, you are so lucky, you can directly save the divine punishment of the gods, but I hope you can live past 30 years old." The mysterious man disappeared again after leaving a sentence, leaving Han Mo floating in the void .

"Hey, don't go, how do I get out?" Han Mo shouted for a long time but still no one responded to him, he didn't even know how to get in, so how to get out.

"You're so annoying." The mysterious man said impatiently again. As the mysterious voice fell, Han Mo lost his intuition and returned to reality when he woke up again.

Tian Lu stood beside Han Mo, and when he saw Han Mo awake, he smiled and said, "Han Mo, you're awake, how do you feel?" Although Tian Lu asked confidently on the surface, his palms were already soaked in sweat. , seemed tense.

Han Mo shook his swollen head, then sensed his body, and immediately shouted happily: "Teacher, I have battle qi in my body, I can feel it." Han Mo was a little uncontrollably excited Dao, but then he was taken aback, and said with some doubts: "But, why do you feel that my battle qi is a little different, and there is still no soul crystal?"

Tianlu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and laughed happily: "I succeeded, I succeeded." Then he calmed down, waved his hand to Han Mo, indicating that he was fine, and said slowly: "Han Mo Mo, your battle qi is of course different, others have a fire-attributed battle-qi, but you have a fire-attributed physique."

"Fire attribute physique?" Han Mo murmured puzzled.

"Yanwu physique, as the name suggests, is the physique of a warrior with fire attributes, but your situation is quite special, as you are the third divine flame warrior in the world, so the way to deal with it is also different." Tianlu said a little excitedly.

Han Mo nodded indifferently, he was already dazzled by the excitement of returning to the martial artist, no matter what kind of divine flame he is, having fighting spirit is the kingly way.

Han Mo sensed his grudge carefully, and then laughed loudly: "Haha, a dual warrior, I'm actually a dual warrior, that's really great."

Tianlu looked at the happy Han Mo, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was a trace of worry underneath the smile, as if he still had something to say.