Taking Mo Ran, Qiling took out a hundred purple spirit herbs from the pharmacy and put them in a full pocket, then retreated from it.

After handing the batch of purple spirit herbs to Banda, the team of six people left the medicine garden.

Watching the team leave until the six figures disappeared, Qiling turned around and smiled at Mo Ran, "I know now, hehe, as alchemists, our greatest advantage lies in the fact that we can use our abilities to get the reward we deserve, that is, the spirit crystal."

Seeing Qiling raise his eyebrows slightly at him and his face was full of smugness, Mo Ran also smiled slightly, then raised his thumb up and exclaimed: "Gao."

The days passed quietly. In the blink of an eye, Mo Ran had more than a month in the medicine garden. During this period, perhaps because of the poison of black blood silk in his body, Mo Ran had never taken a step forward in the medicine garden. In the medicine garden, there was nothing else except that it was his turn to be on duty every four days. Therefore, Mo Ran arranged the rest of the time and tailored a training plan for himself.

Although the purple qi in the body cannot be used as before, this cannot affect his cultivation intention at all. After careful consideration, Mo Ran focused his cultivation on body refining. Anyway, he could not use internal energy on a large scale. Mo Ran simply added the internal energy that could not be used much on the cultivation of the body.

If you don’t know why, there are very few students in the medicine garden. Apart from the only dozen apprentices, there are only Elder Yuan who is not often present. If these apprentices are not their turn to be on duty, the former will immediately disappear in front of Mo Ran, and it will not appear until one of them is on duty. Mo Ran was slightly surprised by this. He also asked Qiling and told Qiling that the whole story was the reason. Mo Ran suddenly realized that these apprentices in the medicine garden, except for this qualitative work, had run to the martial arts park area in their spare time and found the beast hunting team to go out for an adventure.

Without the disturbance of too many people, Mo Ran's life was extremely peaceful. Every morning, Mo Ran would carry the weight-bearing equipment he designed himself to conduct a long-term running around the medicine garden for about two hours. The time arrangement was decided after Mo Ran had tried many times. Because of the poison of black blood silk, Mo Ran could not overload the internal energy, but this kind of training-style cultivation was just right for this kind of training. A weight-bearing of 400 kilograms and a two-hour long-term running were the limit that Mo Ran could bear so far. When he completed these two hours of long-term running, he would be so tired that he couldn't stand firmly. Although this consumption was huge, it not only did not dispel his enthusiasm for cultivation, but instead prompted Mo Ran to work harder. Therefore, in this medicine garden, there was an almost crazy practitioner from then on.

"Into the fog."

A low shout suddenly came from the medicine garden where the extremely strong aroma of medicine drifted in the air. As the low shout sounded, a blue figure suddenly floated in an open space in the medicine garden, like an illusion, the figure appeared and then suddenly disappeared on the open space.

"Breaking the Sky Power." After the blue figure disappeared, another low shout came from somewhere. Compared with the previous sound, the low shout contained a domineering internal force, which made people feel that the sound was like the muffled thunder from the sky, thick and low.

The disappeared blue figure appeared again with the three words being spit out. Looking at its direction, it was next to a big tree on the west side of the medicine garden. At this moment, due to the appearance of the figure, the airflow in the air suddenly stopped. Then, an unparalleled strong wind whistled and hit the big tree sharply. If someone was present at this time, he would definitely feel that the big tree would not be able to withstand the sudden strong wind and fell down with a bang.

"Peng~" A dull loud noise echoed at the moment when the blue figure collided with the big tree. However, it seemed that it did not seem to be as powerful as imagined. The big tree surrounded by the two did not break because of this, but the blue figure roared in pain.

"Dong~"

The blue figure fell heavily to the ground, and then a young man grinned and turned over, hugged the slightly shaking tree beside him with trembling hands, and sat leaning on the ground leaning on him.

"It's still not possible." The young man endured the pain from his dantian and gritted his teeth.

The boy was Mo Ran. For a whole month, Mo Ran was repeating the standardized training almost every day, but because of this, Mo Ran, who was unwilling to do everything to break out every time after the training, he tried to find the limit of his internal energy use and the limit of full attack.

However, to his disappointment, the black-blooded silk poison was extremely domineering. His purple palace still had the strength and internal energy content of the Wuwei, but he could not use it at will. Every time he mobilized the internal energy a lot, there were three subtle places in his Dantian, which suddenly exerted force, instantly blocked the output of its internal energy. When this time, Mo Ran's forward force had been exhausted, and when the later force was about to arrive, a moment of nothingness would appear, causing his own power to disappear and slack off at that moment.

A feeling of powerlessness. At this moment, Mo Ran could only feel helplessness. Seeing that the thick tree in front of him had no damage, Mo Ran shook his head and sighed. He gently rubbed his body that had fallen so hard that he sat down for a while, and then Mo Ran stood up with difficulty.

"It seems that this Qi-enhancing Pill is a waste of food." Looking down at his hands, Mo Ran muttered to himself. In this month, Mo Ran spent all his spare time on alchemy except for practicing. Although the use of internal energy was not as smooth as before due to poisoning, Mo Ran found that if he was willing to spend time, there would be no problem in refining some elixirs. The worst thing is that his success rate and number of alchemy were not as good as before.

However, in order to alleviate the spread of toxicity in the body and the encroachment of his own internal energy, Mo Ran began to refine a large amount of Qi-enhancing pill in an attempt to suppress the damage of the toxicity to him. As a result, Mo Ran was indeed successful. After many experiments, Mo Ran relied on the power of the elixir to replenish the internal energy that was eroded by the poison of black blood silk.

Although there was no substantial progress in all this cultivation, what made Mo Ran relieved was that the martial arts of the palm thunder could still be used now. Even though the power of the palm thunder condensed by Mo Ran was not as powerful as before, it was better than nothing, which made Mo Ran very happy. After all, in his opinion, he could not stay in this medicine garden forever and never leave the house. In order to obtain more spiritual crystals, he would still have to go out. But at that time, if there was no trick to save his life, the danger coefficient would be much higher. Now, with this palm thunder, although he could only send out one, it was enough to fight a second-level martial arts warrior.
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