Immortal Space

Wang Hong directly delivered the pill to He Yuan's mouth.

"Swallow it! You have to eat it to know if it works."

He Yuan had no choice but to swallow the pill as promised.

This snow-white and crystal-clear elixir was precisely made by him by mixing some other elixir with chalcedony which was more than six hundred years old.

This kind of elixir was also created by Wang Hong after a long time. The efficacy of the elixir is a bit embarrassing to say, and it is worse than directly swallowing chalcedony.

Because Chalcedony Mushroom is powerful, it is not easy to refine a elixir that surpasses it.

There are ready-made prescriptions for the mature chalcedony lucidum, but now the chalcedony lucidum is not mature, and he has no auxiliary elixir.

Anyway, his main purpose of refining it into a pill is to make people not recognize the chalcedony lucidum, so as not to be jealous.

After He Yuan took the elixir, he felt different from the healing elixir he had taken before.

After the elixir melted in his abdomen, a stream of clear water slowly circulated in his abdomen, gradually repairing the hole in his stomach.

Although it was slow, it finally gave him hope.

I just don't know if Wang Hong still has this kind of elixir. This kind of elixir should be very precious, and there may not be too many.

At this moment, Wang Hong handed over the jade bottle in his hand to the Qi cultivator next to him.

"There are still nine elixirs in this bottle. After the elixirs are finished, I will try to find a solution depending on the situation."

Wang Hong's original intention was to adjust the alchemy formula to improve the quality of the alchemy according to the recovery situation.

Hearing these words meant what He Yuan heard. There were still nine pills left, and he took them all. After they were used up, Wang Hong would try to find a way to find this pill for him.

For a moment, He Yuan was so moved that he burst into tears, but he couldn't move and couldn't get out of bed, otherwise he would have to get up and salute.

"Okay, you can rest at ease, I will avenge your revenge, and I will definitely find a way to heal your injury."

After Wang Hong stayed here for a while, he said goodbye and left. There was still a wounded person waiting for him to visit.

Luo Zhongjie's injury was better than that of Jia Yuan, but his cultivation base was too low, and his recovery ability was not as good as He Yuan's.

Wang Hong chatted with He Yuan for a while, left behind a bottle of elixir made from chalcedony, and then left.

Two days later, members of the Gao family challenged him again through the stage of life and death, and Wang Hong accepted it decisively.

Now, even if he encounters a powerful late-stage Foundation Establishment monk, he still has the power to protect himself, so he doesn't have to worry about losing his life.

The Gao family may be arrogant, and there is no master here to bully Wang Hong.

Perhaps it was because they were afraid of sending out monks in the middle stage of foundation establishment, which would easily frighten this side.

Anyway, the monks sent by the Gao family to challenge this time are only the third floor of the foundation building.

The next day, the life and death platform was full of spectators. It is not often that the monks who established the foundation had the opportunity to see the life and death battle.

The two protagonists have not yet appeared on stage, and the audience has already started talking about it.

In particular, some monks who think they are well-informed are vigorously spreading the news that they know or have imagined.

A short and fat monk with a rosaceous nose and a greasy face was bragging about the news he knew to a young man.

"The Gao family is participating in the battle this time. Gao Ru, although Gao Ru only has the third floor of foundation building, he is also a veteran strongman. It is said that he has been successful in foundation building for more than 50 years."

"Ah, it's been more than 50 years, why did you only build the third floor?"

The young man next to him who was listening with gusto exclaimed.

"This Gao Ru practiced to the third level of foundation building twenty years ago, and then encountered a bottleneck. For thirty years, he has been unable to break through."

Having said that, the chubby monk also felt sorry for Gao Yue.

"Once a monk encounters a bottleneck, no matter how much he practices, he will not be able to make progress. Some people will be able to break through after a few years of hard work, while others will need decades, hundreds of years, or even a lifetime.

It was said that Gao Ru wanted to use life-and-death battles to break through the current bottleneck. "

The chunky monk seemed to know a lot of news.

"Isn't it possible to break through a bottleneck when encountering a bottleneck?" the young man asked.

The chunky monk looked at the young man and said:

"Fellow Daoist should have just established the foundation not long ago, and this small breaking realm pill is so easy to buy there. Even if a pill is leaked out occasionally, the price will be exorbitantly high, and ordinary people can't afford it at all."

"Oh, that's it, I've been taught!" The young man bowed his hands in thanks.

"It's a pity that it's just Gao Ru's opponent."

Seeing that the young man turned the topic away, the chunky monk sighed and said.

This successfully aroused the young man's curiosity again, and he couldn't help asking:

"Why is it a pity for his opponent?"

"Think about it, Gao Ru has stayed on the third foundation building floor for more than 30 years, how deep will his accumulation be, and how many cards will he hide?

It is said that Gao Ru has very few opponents among the monks in the early stage of foundation establishment.

As for his opponent, although there is not much news about him, as far as I know, he has only built a foundation for a few years, and has a level of cultivation. The most important thing is that he is still an alchemist.

Everyone knows how powerful an alchemist is. Don't you think it's a pity that a second-rank alchemist has become Gao Ru's whetstone? "

When they were talking, Gao Ru had already arrived, shouting and embracing, Gao Ru walked in the middle, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger.

The onlookers dodged to both sides to make way for a passage.

"Hey! I think it's possible that the whetstone is too hard, and it's more likely to grind Gao Ru to death." The young man laughed at this time.

"Hush! Don't let Gao Ru hear such words, so as not to offend others for nothing, and why do you say such words?"

After the chunky monk stopped the young man, he asked again. He felt that this young man should have a lot of inside information.

"Because I'm just that whetstone!"

The young man showed his white teeth and said with a smile, Wang Hong had arrived a long time ago, and found that no one knew him here, and everyone was chatting lively, so he joined in, since he was idle anyway.

Wang Hong ignored the surprised expression of the short and fat monk, and squeezed from the crowd towards the arena of life and death.

As Wang Hong squeezed in, he was on a errand in his heart:

"The audience is so crowded, if I can't squeeze in, I go home directly, so that you don't have to watch. If I knew this, I would have brought more men over."

Gao Ru stood on the arena of life and death, folded his hands on his chest, and waited for a long time in this posture before Wang Hong slowly squeezed out from the crowd.

Wang Hong threw himself onto the high platform.

"Hmph! Don't come here if you're afraid of death, big men are still dawdling!"

Gao Ru snorted dissatisfiedly and said.

"Let you live a little longer, won't you?" Wang Hong said with a smile.

"Yachen has a sharp mouth, courting death!"

Gao Ru snorted coldly, and at the same time sacrificed two spiritual weapons, one attack and one defense.

A large shield stands in front of him, blocking his figure tightly.

A golden sword flew out from the top of the head. This sword was about one foot long and three feet wide, and it weighed ten thousand catties when fired.

In the stands below, several experienced monks were commenting and commenting one after another. An old man with a half-beard said:

"As expected of a veteran strongman who has been fighting for a long time, he used his full strength in this move, and the power of this saber has increased a lot."

While stroking his beard, the veteran said with a somewhat complacent expression, as if he was talking about himself at the same time.

When most people praise others, they think in their hearts that they have similar advantages, otherwise they would not easily praise others.

"The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength. This is what an experienced monk should do."

"On the other hand, this alchemist probably lacks actual combat experience. It took him so long to take out a long spear and hold it in his hand. Before he made a sacrifice in the air, he missed the first step."

"Alchemists are not good at fighting. I just hope that Gao Ru will not kill him. After all, any second-tier alchemist is a rare resource."

"..."

The golden broadsword that Gao Ru sacrificed sent out dazzling golden lights in the air, dazzled the audience in the audience.

The golden sword cut through the air, and with the sound of howling wind, it slashed at Wang Hong head-on. It was about to cut Wang Hong in half with one blow.

However, Wang Hong didn't seem to intend to dodge, but straightened out his long spear to meet the golden saber.

Some audience members in the audience seemed to have foreseen Wang Hong's tragic ending, they covered their eyes with their hands, and couldn't bear to look directly.

"Wow!"

There was a huge sound of gold and iron, which made the audience's ears itch.

I saw that Wang Hong was still holding the spear tightly, while Gao Ru's golden sword had been blown aside, the blade was missing a big hole, and countless cracks appeared on the blade.

"Just one blow, and it's still physical strength, can disable a low-grade spiritual weapon. Is this still an alchemist who is not good at fighting?"

After Wang Hong hit the golden knife, he didn't stay any longer, his figure blurred for a while, turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Gao Ru.

Gao Ru only felt a blur in front of him, and then heard two soft sounds of "Puff! Puff!", and then felt a pain in his chest.

He looked down at his chest and saw a spear piercing the shield in front of him and passing through his chest.

The audience below could only see a vague afterimage flashing across the ring.

When the afterimage stopped in front of Gao Ru, Gao Ru's shield and body had already been strung together by a spear.

Seeing that Gao Ru was still alive, Wang Hong raised his spear and nailed Gao Ru and his shield to the ground.

Gao Ru was nailed to the ground, his hands and feet were still shaking and twitching.

Seeing this, Wang Hong also prepared to treat He Yuan according to his injury.

Stepping down on Gao Ru's trembling legs, there was a "click, click" sound of bone shattering.

"stop!"

An old man in the middle stage of foundation establishment came out from the audience below and asked:

"Why are you so vicious at such a young age?"

Wang Hong squinted at the old man and asked:

"Who are you? Why are you so ignorant at such a large age? Don't you know that life and death are on the stage, and life and death are conceited?"

Wang Hong asked in the same tone.