Legend of Yan Wu

Han Mo raised his head with difficulty, his eyes became blurred, and he could only vaguely see a huge blurry figure, staggering towards him.

The wild monster was also seriously injured. The giant claws of the white tiger almost penetrated into its body, puncturing its internal organs. At this time, it was walking towards Han Mo weakly, with a deep roar in its mouth.

Gradually, the Crazy Monster Beast had approached Han Mo without any hesitation. In Han Mo's desperate eyes, the Crazy Monster Beast raised its huge fist high and punched down on Han Mo's head.

"Oh, this kid is really troublesome." In the back of Han Mo's mind, a figure said helplessly, then the figure squirmed and disappeared in place, and when it reappeared, it was already in the real world.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of the Wild Monster Beast. The movements in his hands paused, and he hesitated for a while. Following a roar, his fists also smashed at the shadow, bringing out a hurricane along the way.

The black shadow raised his face that couldn't see clearly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his right hand was raised instantly, and in the next second, the huge wild monster disappeared out of thin air.

Han Mo glanced at the black figure in a daze, then tilted his head and passed out.

After an unknown amount of time, a gust of breeze blew by, Han Mo felt a chill all over his body, his body trembled and he woke up slowly, and lightly spit out the green grass in his mouth, his consciousness suddenly became chaotic, he raised his head strangely, and suddenly pulled Physical trauma, exclaimed in pain.

Didn't I get beaten to death by a wild monster?What about the mad monster? "Han Mo lay back again, and murmured strangely.

Han Mo thought about it for a long time, and murmured strangely: "Before I fell into a coma, I seemed to see a black shadow. The black shadow seemed to have driven away the wild monster. Could it be that I was rescued?"

After thinking for a long time to no avail, Han Mo had no choice but to mobilize his mind to meditate. It is estimated that the inside of his body is already terrible. Han Mo must hurry up and practice.

Han Mo is different from others, everyone sends fighting energy into the soul crystal, but Han Mo uses fighting energy to flow into the blood, as long as the fighting energy runs along the blood, the injury will also improve, which is also mentioned by the teacher.

What Han Mo didn't know was that before he fell into a coma, his injuries were already quite serious. Although he didn't know how long it had passed, his injuries were much better now than before.

About a few hours later, Han Mo opened his eyes again, exhaled foul breath, looked at the starry night sky, Han Mo got up with some difficulty, and after several hours of breath adjustment, his injury healed a lot , but the internal injury can only recover after waiting for time.

"Oh, my strength is still too weak. I don't know when I will be able to step into the realm of a martial artist." Han Mo said weakly, looked around, and found that he was still in the original place, but it was strange who it was saved myself.

"By the way, baby." Han Mo suddenly remembered, climbed up with difficulty, and with the help of the faint moonlight, staggered towards the white-haired tiger lying on the ground whose head was no longer visible.

The white tiger's entire head exploded, and it had already sunk into the deep soil, with bright red blood splashing all around, the scene was very horrifying.

Han Mo squatted down slowly, and pulled the white tiger's head out of the hole. His eyes immediately fixed on a pool of emerald green liquid, and he slapped the pungent bloody smell and hair on his nose with his right hand. Stinky smelled puzzled and said, "It doesn't seem like it's been too long, why did it stink? Could it be that I've been in a coma for a long time?" Han Mo stretched out his hand suspiciously, ready to touch the emerald green liquid.

"Do you want to die?"

Just when Han Mo was about to touch it, a strange voice exploded in his mind, startling Han Mo, he realized it after a long while, and said angrily, "Uncle who scares people to death."

"It's better to scare you to death than to let your body fester to death." Soi Ying chuckled in Han Mo's sea of ​​consciousness.

Han Mo was shocked when he heard the words, and said in disbelief: "Who are you fooling, why did my body fester and die, please don't talk nonsense if it's okay, it's unlucky."

"Oh, okay, then you can touch the emerald green liquid now, and you can verify what I said." Heiying said with some amusement, as if he knew that Han Mo would not dare to touch it.

Han Mo was startled when he heard the words, and said in a puzzled way, "You mean this puddle of liquid? What's wrong with this puddle of liquid?"

Heiying hesitated for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "You still don't admit that you are a native, and you don't even read so many books that your teacher gave you, so who can blame you?"

Han Mo was about to talk about what to write, but he waved his hand after a while, and took out a large black book from the ring. This book records all the known liquids in the world, and it was given to him by Tianlu .

Without further ado, Han Mo sat cross-legged on the ground, buried his head in his eyes, and said that he was looking, but in fact, Han Mo was just looking for the origin of this pool of emerald green liquid. Thinking of the arrogant appearance of the black shadow in his mind, Han Mo I no longer feel ashamed to ask.

After a long while, Han Mo's eyes suddenly stopped on page 370. There are many emerald green liquids in the book, but the liquids recorded on page 370 are clearly marked, and those who touch them will rot. .

"Qiongling Yuye?" Han Mo murmured while looking at the four bright red characters on it.

"Believe it now?" Black Shadow asked with some mockery in his tone.

Han Mo ignored the black shadow, and carefully checked the records about Qionglingyuye: Qionglingyuye is a rare spiritual thing in the world. Strength, human beings who touch it will rot, and then spread all over the body and die.

Han Mo closed the book helplessly, and said dejectedly, "That means it has no effect on people at all?"

"Wrong." Heiying retorted Han Mo's words and said: "You are really stupid if you say you are stupid. Your teacher is a genius alchemist. The mission of an alchemist is to refine things that humans cannot directly use. When humans can use it, you are really worthy of your teacher, you don’t even know your old profession.”

Han Mo was overjoyed when he heard the words, and exclaimed: "Yes, I almost forgot, with the refinement of a pharmacist, this thing can be used, and it can improve a lot of strength."

"Look at your prospects, if Qionglingyuye is used by you to improve your strength, I guess your teacher will expel you from the school." Heiying said with some mockery.

"Why? Didn't the book say that it can improve strength?" Han Mo asked a little puzzled.

"The book says about monsters. Are you a monster? Just ask your teacher about the specific situation." Soi Ying said helplessly.

Han Mo curled his lips, looked at the Qionglingyuye on the ground and said, "Then what should we do now, should we put away the Qionglingyuye that the monsters have eaten and wait for the second use?"

"No, these have been digested by the monsters and are not of much use. Now you go straight to the west. There is a stream in front of you. The Qiong Linghua is beside the stream. After you see the Qiongling flower, put some in a jade bottle. , remember, don't touch your body, well, don't disturb my sleep." Heiying disappeared immediately after saying that.

Han Mo cut out and said: "It's really annoying, if you say a few more words, you will die." Helplessly, he turned to the dark distance, hesitated, and walked away.