Legend of Yan Wu

When Han Mo came to the clan meeting room, many people had already gathered inside. When they saw Han Mo coming, they didn't show much reaction, maybe they were used to Han Mo's frequent visits these days.

"This time, the Situ family has spent a lot of money. I don't know where they got a large amount of pills. Now most of the market in Luozhicheng is almost monopolized by his family. If this continues, my Han family's visit to the market will be a waste of time." The door is about to close." Han Zhen said while standing on the high platform, frowning.

The high-level family members below also frowned upon hearing the words, as if they hadn't thought of a countermeasure yet.

"Patriarch, why don't we buy some elixir and sell it, or just invite a pharmacist to come back to sit in the town." A big man asked tentatively.

The second elder nodded and said: "This method can be tried, at least now we have nowhere to go."

"It's easy to say." The fifth elder snorted coldly and said, "The elixir is extremely expensive. If a large number of purchases cannot be found in the market, it will be even worse for my Han family, let alone invite a pharmacist. All the pharmacists are extremely noble, but Luo Zhicheng hasn't visited a pharmacist for hundreds of years."

Han Zhen pressed his hands down, and said in a calm tone: "Let's take a look. If Situ's family does have a large number of pills, there is really no other way but to try. Now I just hope that Situ's family's pills are not gone. More than you can imagine.”

Standing aside, Han Mo frowned as he listened to everyone's conversation. Judging from the fineness of the pill, it was obvious that it was refined in large quantities in a hurry. Situ's family has been very calm these days. It is not certain that a pharmacist will come back.

"It seems that I have to hurry up and practice. When the teacher comes back, I must study hard to refine the elixir and find the market for the Han family." Han Mo muttered while standing in the corner, and slowly clenched his fists.

Han Mo didn't waste any time. After bidding farewell to Han Ling, he went straight into his room, and told his grandfather not to disturb him. This time, he was going to have a long retreat.

Han Mo placed a large wooden barrel in the room, filled it with clean water, and then arranged it jerky according to the configuration method given by the teacher, opening each jade bottle one by one, pouring a little of this one, and pouring a little of that one.

"Huh." Han Mo exhaled foul breath, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and murmured wearily, "I didn't expect it to be so troublesome to configure it. It seems that the profession of alchemist is not easy." Han Mo took the A crimson jade bottle came out, and three large characters were written on the jade bottle: quenching heart inflammation.

This is the teacher's exclusive secret creation, which is specially developed for the Yanwu physique of Han Mo. Only those with the Yanwu physique can use the quenching heart inflammation. The essence of quenching heart inflammation is flame. Here, not only will the body not be strengthened, but it will damage the body's cells. The blood of a person with a martial physique contains liquid flames, so naturally nothing will happen.

Han Mo tilted the jade bottle slightly, and dripped a small drop. With just this small drop, the liquid in the barrel instantly turned fiery red, looking like a ball of flame.

Han Mo didn't hesitate at all. After taking off his clothes, he gritted his teeth and jumped in. As soon as his body touched the liquid in the barrel, Han Mo couldn't help but yelled, and then quickly covered his mouth with his hands , Enduring this piercing pain.

"Huh..." Although Han Mo had been soaked in the heart-quenching inflammation twice, he still couldn't bear the pain, and his consciousness gradually became trance. After a while, his body became numb, his head tilted and fell asleep past.

Quenching Xinyan seemed to be drawn by the blood in Han Mo's body, and entered Han Mo's body along the blood without being absorbed by Han Mo, circled around the meridians in the body, and then disappeared in Yanwu's blood.

A few hours later, the liquid in the wooden barrel returned to its previous thoroughness, and all the medicinal power had been absorbed by Han Mo.

"Huh." Han Mo exhaled foul air, looked at the wooden barrel that had turned back to clear water, and reassembled helplessly. Although the teacher said that the fighting spirit obtained in this way was not solid, as long as there were no side effects, Han Mo would rather be like this. Urgent, one must break through to become a martial artist in the shortest possible time. Only after reaching a martial artist can one be qualified to become a pharmacist.

After preparing the medicinal materials again, Han Mo hesitated for a while when he took out the quenching heart inflammation, then tilted slightly, and actually dropped two drops into the wooden barrel.

"I don't know if this will last longer." Han Mo murmured as he looked at the liquid that had turned red in an instant, and he had already stepped into the barrel with one foot while speaking.

"Ah!" Han Mo suddenly withdrew his right leg, and looked at his right foot in surprise. At this time, his right foot was instantly red and swollen, as if it had been roasted by a raging fire.

Han Mo looked at his right foot in pain, and murmured in surprise, "Why is there such a big difference between one drop and two drops?" In a wooden barrel, half of the medicinal materials were reconfigured again, without even thinking about it, I just got into the wooden barrel.

Han Mo repeated this for three days, and he seemed to be addicted to soaking medicinal materials, and he didn't feel boring at all.

At this time, outside the courtyard where Han Mo lived, three teenagers were approaching slowly and sneakily, and the teenager walking in front said to the two people behind him in shock: "Hey, I said Han Jiu, Mr. Han is here today!" Really no longer? You have to find out, if we are bumped into by Uncle Han, we will be out of luck."

"I said, old seven, when did you become so timid? It's okay. I saw Uncle Han and the Patriarch leave the city together, and now there is only Han Mo inside." A boy with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes replied.

"If I really find the opportunity this time, Fifth Brother will definitely be rewarded when I go back." Another boy who was slightly stronger said a little excitedly.

After speaking, the three of them quietly entered Han Mo's courtyard, looked left and right, and then walked directly to Han Mo's room.

At this time, Han Mo was enjoying the excitement brought by the Quenching Heart Flame, how could he know that someone broke into the yard, leaning against the edge of the barrel with an indescribably wretched expression.

"It's so cool, this Quenching Heart Flame is really a good thing. Although it was difficult at first, the speed of cultivation can't be overwhelmed." Han Mo patted the liquid medicine that was about to turn into clear water again, and said to himself.

"Do you think the one in front of you is Han Mo?" Han Jiu said through the window, pointing into the room.

"Who?" Han Mo's ears trembled subconsciously, and he jumped out of the barrel suddenly, looking outside sharply and shouting.

"It's over, I've been discovered!" Han Jiu was startled, and turned around and ran away after speaking.

"Hey, you kid has some brain problems. We're here to teach Han Mo a lesson, so what if he's a piece of trash." Said the slightly muscular Han Li.

At this time, Han Mo had already dressed, walked out slowly, looked at the three people in the corner of the room, and said doubtfully, "What are you doing here? There must be nothing good about being sneaky."

Han Li took a step forward, looked at Han Mo and said with disdain: "Yo, little waste, it's hard today, but I'm really sorry, your grandpa has gone out today, I see who else can save you today .”