"Oh~" A long sigh came from the woods again.

Baili Sang looked helpless and said with hatred: "This damn blood poison, it turns out that it will occur every six months. It has become even worse recently, and it will occur almost every three months. It was a little better before, but with my strength, it can still be suppressed, but this blood poison has been difficult to control recently."

"Is there no way to solve it?" Mo Ran asked.

"It's not that there is no one, but my soul power is not strong enough to be able to practice that secret technique. It seems that there is no hope in this life." Bai Lisang sighed.

The power of the soul is the spiritual perception, the innate thing.

Contact those who have known before, Mo Ran truly understood the importance of his spiritual perception at this moment. This abstract thing is entirely generated by innateness. Just like the profession of alchemist, there are countless strong people on the mainland who can cultivate into flames, but among this group of people, there are very few who can become alchemists. The reason is that in this spiritual perception, without strong spiritual perception, it will be difficult to control the flames.

However, what does this soul power have to do with blood poison? Mo Ran was very puzzled.

He looked at Baili Sang in confusion. Mo Ran was about to speak, but the latter smiled and said, "Don't you understand, do you think it's strange? What is the relationship between this soul power and blood poison?"

Mo Ran nodded.

"Haha, you don't know this. Since I became the leader of the Blood Devouring Sect and obtained the complete set of Blood Devouring Sect's skills, I realized that the Blood Devouring Sect's skills do not require continuous blood sucking to improve. As long as I practice to the realm of Martial Master and then discharge all the blood poison in my body, I can improve my skills like those ordinary strong people by absorbing spiritual crystals or spiritual energy from heaven and earth. Like me, after becoming Martial Master, I have never sucked blood again."

After Baili Sang finished speaking, Mo Ran understood. No wonder he hadn't sucked the blood of Lingshan before. It turned out that he no longer needed to suck blood.

Mo Ran thought for a while and said, "According to what you said, if you want to expel blood poison, you have to practice that secret technique?"

Baili Sang glanced at Mo Ran with admiration and nodded, "No, but if you want to practice that secret technique, you must have strong soul power. I can't do it. But you can."

"I can do it?" Mo Ran asked.

"You can, do you remember the scene when my blood oath was made, when your soul power entered my spiritual realm?" Baili Sang asked back.

After Baili Sang's reminder, Mo Ran suddenly recalled the extremely terrifying sea of ​​blood he saw in the spiritual realm of the former. The scene made Mo Ran shudder immediately when he thought of it. At that time, if his soul had not been powerful and had withdrawn his soul while the sea of ​​blood was sweeping over, he would have been injured at this time.

"Remember. That sea of ​​blood." Mo Ran thought of it and answered immediately.

"That's because your soul power is extremely powerful that the blood sea hell counterattacks." Baili Sang explained.

After listening to Baili Sang's words, Mo Ran remained silent, as if he was thinking about something.

The power of the soul is very mysterious. Gradually, Mo Ran became extremely curious about this abstract noun.

Seeing Mo Ran bowing his head and saying nothing, Baili Sang suddenly became serious. Then he stared at Mo Ran and said seriously: "I don't know if you are willing to make friends with me."

After hearing Baili Sang ask again, Mo Ran smiled helplessly: "I think we are now, aren't we?"

After a night of meeting, Mo Ran went from fear to sympathy and finally admiration. This series of changes made Mo Ran's attitude towards Baili Sang turn 180 degrees.

At this moment, Mo Ran had fully understood the experience of the old man in front of him. Therefore, subconsciously, Mo Ran felt that Baili Sang was not too bad.

When Baili Sang heard Mo Ran's answer, he was stunned at first. Obviously, Mo Ran's simple answer was beyond his expectations. However, after a moment, Baili Sang became moved and said excitedly: "Okay. I think I, Baili Sang, have never had a friend in my life, but today I have made a young friend like you, and I am not in vain for my life."

Seeing Baili Sang's a little excited mood, Mo Ran was also quite infected. The latter chuckled and said, "Senior, you are polite. I just admire the senior's character."

Baili Sang nodded. After living for most of his life, it was really not easy for someone to understand him and understand him.

Without saying anything, Baili Sang took out a scroll and handed it to Mo Ran, and said, "This is that secret technique, called "Soul Art". See if you can practice it."

"Give it to me?" Mo Ran said in surprise without taking the scroll immediately.

Baili Sang glared at the sight and said, "Of course I'll give it to you. You can see it first."

Mo Ran took the scroll helplessly and read it carefully.

"Soul Art, Soul Power Cultivation..."

Looking through the secret technique of the Soul Art, Mo Ran became more and more shocked. This was to teach people how to use the power of soul. Although there were not many words in it, it basically included secret techniques such as the pregnancy and subtle manipulation of the power of soul.

With shock in mind, Mo Ran finally finished reading the Soul Art, and information flowed in his mind.

"Can the power of souls be stronger?" Mo Ran exclaimed.

"Of course. If I hadn't met the requirements of cultivation, I would have practiced myself long ago." Baili Sang gave Mo Ran a blank look and took over the conversation.

After looking at Baili Sang, combined with the previous conversation, Mo Ran misunderstood: "Do you want me to practice this and help you remove blood poison?"

Upon hearing this, Baili Sang felt a little embarrassed and said, "Hehe, guessed it right. To be honest, I have found many alchemists and have tried to practice this secret technique countless times to help me to save the pain caused by the blood poison forever. But those people are greedy people and cannot get my trust at all. When I met you today, I think you are a good person, and now we are friends, so you are completely worthy of my trust."

Hearing Baili Sang's unconcealed purpose, Mo Ran pondered for a moment before agreeing: "Okay, but this thing seems not easy to practice. I don't know how much it takes to help you? In addition, I think your blood poison seems to be inseparable from the power of the soul."

"You don't know that blood poison is not a toxin that is immersed in the blood, but a soul toxin produced by the long-term sucking of blood and the power of my soul is eroded by the death energy of those people who are on the verge of death. That is the fundamental reason. Only by removing it can I advance again, otherwise I will have to stay in the current state for the rest of my life." Baili Sang explained to Mo Ran carefully.

"Oh. I understand." This time Mo Ran understood.

"When will it take to meet the requirements?" Mo Ran asked.

Baili Sang thought for a while and said, "I don't know much about this, but in my opinion, the soul power should be very powerful. As for how powerful it is, I guess the soul power of the level 5 alchemist is almost the same."

"Level 5?" Mo Ran shouted with wide eyes.

A level five alchemist, when will it take to reach it? Mo Ran dare not imagine it.

"Then you may have to wait for a while." After hearing Baili Sang's words, Mo Ran could only answer truthfully.

"Haha, it doesn't matter, I can wait. You are already the pinnacle of innate warriors at such a young age. In addition, the power of your soul is so powerful, I believe it won't take it for too long."

"Okay. Since you can wait, then wait." Mo Ran didn't know when he could reach it.

"By the way, Senior Baili, are you okay? If you are okay, I will leave first." After talking to Baili Sang, Mo Ran realized that it was already dawn and he had not returned overnight. If he didn't go back, Qiu Na and Tong Liang would be anxious.

Seeing that Mo Ran was about to leave, Baili Sang asked, "Where are you going?"

"Ziyun City." Mo Ran replied.

"It's just right. I'll go there too." Baili Sang stood up, patted his pi stocks and said.

"You go too?" Mo Ran said in surprise.

"En" Baili Sang nodded and said, "It just so happened that I sold the things I got, and it would be useless to keep them anyway."

"Things?" Mo Ran was puzzled.

"I robbed." Baili Sang looked calm.

"Damn~"

It was noon, and there was a young man and an old man walking on the official road. The two of them were talking about something while walking, sometimes laughing and sometimes sad.

"What? Are you only eleven years old?" The old man exclaimed above the official's words, looking at the boy beside him with an incredible look.

"Why are you doing such a big reaction?" the boy frowned.

"You... are so changeable." The old man pointed at the young man and said a word for a long time.

"Eleven years old, a seventh-level innate warrior, or a second-level alchemist. How did you practice?" The old man was Baili Sang, and the young man he looked at was Mo Ran in shock.

"I didn't practice much. I just practiced like this." Mo Ran's answer was extremely calm.

"Small Bian Tai." Looking at Mo Ran blankly, Baili Sang finally thought of a word that was enough to contrast with Mo Ran.

On the way back to Ziyun City, Mo Ran and Baili Sang were talking about it all the time. Baili Sang learned his level from Mo Ran and seemed very surprised.

And Mo Ran, a young man who was just starting out, also learned a lot of interesting stories about the Brave Continent from Baili Sang.

Baili Sang is worthy of being a strong man of the Martial Master level. Along the way, Baili Sang kept telling Mo Ran about his interesting stories about traveling to the mainland. What surprised Mo Ran the most was the sentence that Baili Sang sighed as soon as he mentioned: There are too many strong people on the mainland.

With Baili Sang's cultivation level, he was able to say this. Obviously, Mo Ran had not yet understood the wonderfulness of the Brave Continent.

According to Mo Ran’s idea, that is: to gain a lot of knowledge.

The two walked and talked, but the speed under their feet did not slow down at all. As the afterglow of the setting sun was about to dissipate, a quaint city finally appeared in front of them.
Chapter completed!