The person he was referring to was the bloated one from before.
Wherever he needed to point out, Mo Buchou and Huang Fuzi's attention had already fallen on this person.
The edema on the man's body was visibly reduced.
The man himself felt this, and his waist, which had not been straightened up for who knows how many days, straightened up easily.
Then, he reached out and pressed the back of his hand.
A few breaths ago, whenever he stretched out his hand to press it, there would be a hole on the back of his hand that could not be filled for a long time.
According to the old man's view, this means that people should die, the sky is closing in, and they can no longer live.
What now?
The man pressed it several times, and the skin bounced up quickly. The last two times, he couldn't even get rid of the hole.
He was ecstatic and shouted:
"I don't have to die, haha, I don't have to die, God bless me."
Mo Buchou and others turned their attention to the remaining drug testers.
All I could see was that their faces were glowing red, just like young people from wealthy families who ate plenty of meat and fish every day and were in good health.
Their abdomens were not bulging, and their expressions were not uncomfortable. They were just full of energy, as if they had been recuperating for several days.
"It's done!"
Mo Bu Chou and the others looked at each other, picked up the remaining medicinal wine, and drank it among the three of them.
No hesitation at all.
This is not because they are not afraid of death, but that all risk-related experiments have been completed before.
They drink it now, and what they want to verify is nothing more than the last item.
That is: "Does the elixir refined by Chen Yang have the same effect on immortal cultivators as it does on mortals?"
"If it only has an effect on mortals, it can only be called medicine, not elixir!"
"This is the difference between pills."
"After all, immortal cultivators have strong bodies and abundant spiritual power, which will affect the effects of drugs."
A simple example, if a mouse eats a little bit of rat poison, it will turn inside out soon and die. Even the poisoned mouse will be eaten by a cat, and even the cat will die.
However, if a person eats the same amount, most of the time, it will be nothing more than a stomachache.
This is the difference in physique.
The physical difference between immortal cultivators and mortals is huge, even greater than that between humans, mice and cats.
Not to mention the interference of spiritual power.
This is where elixirs are rare.
Mo Bu Worry, what they want to verify now is this little difference.
After drinking the medicinal wine, they closed their eyes one by one, concentrated, and carefully observed the changes in their bodies.
After all, this is only a small part of a Bigu Pill, and if it is divided into three people and taken, the effect must be weak.
Mo Bu Chou and the others had already thought about it. As long as you feel a little full, as if you had eaten breakfast, this Bigu Pill will be effective.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Ten breaths passed.
Suddenly, the three people opened their eyes, their eyes filled with surprise.
"It's very effective. I feel like I've eaten several kilograms of fried crispy meat."
"I think the banquet tonight can be cancelled. I can't eat anything."
"As for me, you shouldn't need to eat within three days."
After the surprise, they looked at each other and looked in the direction of the courtyard where Chen Yang was in shock, with incredible looks in their eyes:
"How could the Bigu Pill he refined be so effective?!!!"