Mo Liancheng walked to several jars of water, took out a few bottles, poured out a few pills, crushed them into powder and put the wine into the water. A flash of blue light revealed a bloody mouth on his wrist, a bright red

The blood quickly overflowed!

"Chengcheng?!" Qu Tan'er was startled.

"Master Liancheng, you——"

When the actual clan members saw it, they obviously gasped.

They just didn't understand why Mo Liancheng replaced the wine with water, but now they seem to understand a little bit. They have not forgotten that Mo Liancheng is a miracle doctor and an alchemist. And his blood! It is the blood of the direct line, for the people of the Mo clan

It is extremely precious!

However, it's not just that.

Mo Liancheng turned his eyes to Qu Tan'er, and said softly and fondly: "Tan'er, if your blood is added to the water in this altar, it will at least double the efficacy of the medicine."

"So powerful? Okay, I'll give it a try." Qu Tan'er calmly followed his example and scratched himself. He dropped blood into the water jars, with the same amount on each jar as Mo Liancheng's.

When it was enough, Mo Liancheng held her wrist and blew lightly, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." There was a soft light in her eyes.

He was about to crush a pill and apply the powder on her wrist.

She stopped, smiled and said softly, "There is no need to stop and waste the elixir. Just watch."

Next, wisps of spiritual energy overflowed and wrapped around the wound on his wrist.

After a while, the wound healed visibly to the naked eye!

Mo Liancheng looked surprised and asked softly: "Tan'er is so powerful again?!"

"Hmm. It seems so."

"I really feel... so stressed."

"..." The crow flew over.

Qu Tan'er was a little bit dumbfounded.

On such a serious occasion, is he still in the mood to say this?

At this time, Mo Liancheng glanced at the jars of water and said, "Well, it's almost time, let's pour it."

It turned out that he was just waiting for a while for the effects of the medicine to wear off.

The whole place was very quiet, no one was good at making noise.

The tribesmen who were just behind the scenes began to carefully pour the water from the altar into the bowl. If it were wine, they would not be so cautious. Because this is no longer ordinary wine, but the pride of the Black Ink Clan!!

Not a drop is spilled and not a drop is wasted.

Everyone got a bowl, including the Qu clan’s shadow guards.

Everyone who drinks it will have a burst of surprise and surprise in their eyes!

So, everyone immediately sat down cross-legged, closed their eyes and concentrated on practicing.

This is really no ordinary clear water...

A simple bowl was enough for them to advance to the next level of mystical position! Some of the elders present were a little unable to control themselves. Mo Liancheng waved his hand, and each of them got a bowl.

At this time, Mo Liancheng personally brought a bowl to Ouyang Huyan, "Senior, why don't you try a bowl too?"

"Me?" Ouyang Huyan was a little surprised, "Isn't it okay if I'm not from the Qu tribe or the Mo tribe?"

"Okay, let's keep in shape." Mo Liancheng said with a polite smile.

Ouyang Huyan was indeed curious, and without any pretense, he took it and drank it all in one breath.

As soon as he entered the door, he felt... Suddenly, he was surprised and surprised. He did not expect that Mo Liancheng would share this kind of thing with him. However, at his age, he has experienced too much and has already reached the state of returning to basics.

He just didn't want to be hypocritical with others, so he said calmly: "Thank you, Mr. Liancheng."
Chapter completed!