The 'devil' he saw stood up, and Feng Hao reminded him.
Seeing this, he stopped, and then Feng Hao continued, "This is not a real elixir. Although, after being baked by the 'medicine' and 'nature', it has temporarily condensed into a solid body, but such a solid body is, at most,
It will only last about a month or so.”
Hearing what he said, the 'devil' frowned slightly, and carefully sensed the poison pill in his body, and he found that it was indeed similar to what Feng Hao said.
This so-called physical poison pill has signs of decomposition!
"So, until you have truly condensed the elixir, you must continue it every month or so, otherwise, you will fail."
Feng Hao explained with a smile on his face.
In this way, before he can condense into a real elixir, he will have an earth-level peak poison master next to him. This is a good thing. At least, for many people, it is a deterrent.
"If you don't mind, there's still room available in the yard."
He extended the invitation.
"It's not good for you to get too close to me."
A hoarse voice came out from under the black robe, and it was very cold.
"It's pretty close, isn't it?"
Feng Hao asked with a smile on his face.
After being silent for a long time, 'Demon' glanced at Feng Hao, who was still smiling, and sighed slightly, "Don't regret it."
After saying that, he walked out of the hall, found a room at random and moved in.
"Do you regret it?"
Feng Hao curled the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He is almost certain that the 'devil' must be related to the Shadow Demon Cult. There are three kings of poisonous medicine and one king of elixir. No matter how good the situation is, there cannot be such four kings of medicine.
Make a bunch of them?
Moreover, within that poison pill, Feng Hao felt that there were at least five thousand kinds of poisons in that poison pill, and there were no less than a hundred kinds of rare ones.
Can this be explained by chance?
Definitely impossible!
The only explanation is that there is someone behind him who supplies him with poison!
Looking at the entire Jin Dynasty, there is no such force that can produce four "King Medicine" plants!
Therefore, Feng Hao thought of the Shadow Demon Cult.
It seems that only this big thing hidden in the dark can have such a foundation.
Qingwu, his first "female" person.
Although it was unintentional, after all, she also saved her life.
And according to what Mr. Fen said, Qingwu was at least a poison master at the pinnacle of the earth level.
This frightened him.
"Alas!...What on earth do you want to do?"
Thinking about the Shadow Demon Sect, Feng Hao rubbed his temples in distress and took a long breath, "Forget it, just ignore it."
Only strength is king!
Without strength, it is just more troubles.
"In one year, break through Wuzong and enter Xingxiu Peak. In three years, break through Wuzong and enter Tiangang Peak."
Feng Hao set a goal for himself, and for this goal, he didn't have much time to waste.
Wu Zun is just his temporary goal!
After witnessing the battle on the ancient ruins and the power of Fen Lao, Feng Hao knew that his road was still far away, and this was just the starting point.
...
The peak of Shengwang Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairy mountain, standing straight into the sky.
Among these clouds and mist, a palace is located on the top of this peak. This is the Holy King's Palace, the residence of the Holy King Jin Jin.
"Holy King!"
The Holy Envoy of Jinjin, the envoy of the Holy King, knelt down in the main hall and called respectfully to a figure sitting upright above the main hall.
The reason why it is a human figure is because there is a mist surrounding his body, which covers his entire body, making it impossible to see clearly what he looks like.
"Back."
A powerful voice came from within the clouds and mist. Judging from the voice, it should be that of a middle-aged man.
"How many people are you bringing back this time?"
The sound is very flat, without any fluctuations.
"Seven people."
The Holy Envoy of Regret Gold spoke truthfully.
"oh."
After a pause, the man in the mist asked again with interest, "Tell me, why are there seven people this time?"
"The top three from all the countries competed. There are four people in total. Three additional people were recruited, two of whom were recommended by Elder Lu Song!"
The Holy Envoy of Jinjin explained in detail.
"Recommended by Elder Lu Song?"
The man in the mist was obviously stunned, and said with some astonishment, "Isn't that old guy in Ju'an City? Why did he come back again?"
He knew Lu Song's situation very clearly. There was only one reason why he left Ju'an City.
Found a way to heal old wounds!
Thinking of this, people in the mist couldn't help but be stunned.
This is obviously not normal.
"Who are the two people the old guy introduced? How talented are they?"
he asked again.
"Both of them are girls, in their teens. They were originally children of a medium-sized kingdom. Their talents are... average."
The Holy Envoy of Regret Gold did not hide anything and answered truthfully.
Indeed, in his eyes, the talents of the two "women" can only be regarded as average.
Of course, this is based on the fact that he doesn't know Qiong Ling'er's physique. If he knows... no one in the entire Holy King Mountain can compare with her!
"A child from a middle kingdom? With average talent? Or a young girl?"
The clouds and mist dispersed, and the face of a middle-aged man was revealed. On his red face with Chinese characters, there was a look of astonishment, and he murmured, "What the hell is that old guy doing? Just because of this."
Two people came to the imperial city?"
Obviously, he couldn't believe it. According to his understanding, Lu Song was by no means a person who was so bored. There must be unknown reasons for this.
"There's really nothing special about those two girls?"
The middle-aged man looked directly at him and asked again.
"A special place?"
The Holy Envoy Jin Jin frowned slightly, "There is one."
As he said that, his expression also became a little weird.
"Oh, tell me."
The middle-aged man urged.
There must be something special about the two people who can make Lu Song put in so much effort.
"No need to talk nonsense."
A voice came from outside the hall. The middle-aged man looked up and saw Lu Song walking in from outside.
Seeing that Lu Song had arrived, Holy Envoy Jin Jin stopped talking. With a look from the middle-aged man, he withdrew from the hall.
"Holy King!"
Standing in the hall, Lu Song cupped his hands towards the man.
Obviously, this middle-aged man is the current Holy Lord of the Holy King Mountain of the King of Regret, Xuan Xuan!
"Why are you so polite? Tell me quickly, what's going on?"
Seeing that Lu Song was back, Xuan Xuan became even more anxious.
"Nothing, I just think those two little girls have pretty good talents, so I recommend them."
Feng Hao didn't want to reveal his identity, so Lu Song would naturally not tell him. Otherwise, if he knew that Feng Hao was a heaven-level pharmacist, how could this holy king still sit still? Even the lowest one would be worshiped as
Elder Ke Qing.
Then, Feng Hao's presence in the Holy King Mountain has no meaning at all.
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