The gentle autumn wind blew gently, and the branches and leaves on the trunks began to turn yellow. The rain from last night remained on the leaves. Following the branches, more water droplets flowed on the leaves, and occasionally fell, indicating that the hot summer is leaving quietly. The weather is no longer so hot. The warm sunshine shines on the body and is warm. Coupled with the coolness of autumn, it makes people feel more comfortable both physically and mentally.

However, on the spacious loess road, a boy dressed in black was walking with sweat. His steps were very heavy, as if a thousand kilograms of huge rocks were pressing on his body. Every time he took a step, he would leave deep footprints on the road. The boy's back was soaked and his calves kept trembling. If he rolled up his trouser legs, he could see the strong muscles inside tightly, and even blue veins appeared on the surface of his skin. Pedestrians and business travelers who occasionally passed by could not help but cast curious eyes at the boy.

After walking for nearly a thousand meters, the boy finally couldn't bear it. He dragged his heavy legs and found a slightly thick tree. He ignored the muddy under the tree. He sat on the ground with his back against the tree. The boy's mouth was like an old cow and breathed in his mouth.

"Ma, it's so heavy." The boy rolled up his trouser legs, reached out and touched the two dark and shiny ankles on his feet, and murmured in a low voice.

"Luo Tie from the iron shop is really amazing. He really made this ankle to hundreds of pounds. He has been walking for two days. He can still see passersby on the road. It seems that I haven't walked very far. If I continue like this, when will I reach the Sunset Forest?" The boy looked back and shook his head in distress.

That's right, the boy was Mo Ran. Two days ago, after Mo Haopeng returned to the Mo family and parted with Mo Ran, Mo Ran left Ziyun City. From then on, the cultivation plan he had formulated for himself began to be fully launched. The goal of this trip was exactly what he had thought of before. There were more than three months left before Shangwu Academy. He had to improve his strength as much as possible within these three months, because when he met Huang Lang, he had talked to Huang Lang about his plans. When talking about Shangwu Academy, Huang Lang told Mo Ran a very valuable news.

Mo Ran vaguely remembered Huang Lang's words on that day: "Brothers, the admissions of Shangwu Academy is very simple. As long as you have the strength of a level 8 warrior and are under the age of eighteen, you can enter Shangwu Academy. A fighting competition will be held during admissions. Through the verification of strength, the level of the students will be determined as the grade of the college in the future. However, outsiders don't know that many years ago, Shangwu Academy suddenly paid special attention to some students with extraordinary talents when recruiting students. According to legend, some talented students did not study with most people after entering Shangwu Academy. They seemed to be taken to some place for special training. Although there were very few people, Shangwu Academy also established a team for such super talented people. It was called: God Group, as the name implies, it is to cultivate such people as future martial gods. There are cruel training methods that ordinary people cannot imagine, and there are also a large number of heavenly and earth treasures and elixirs for them to use."

When he first heard this news, Mo Ran was also shocked, but when he asked about the selection standards for the divine group, Huang Lang's head shook like a wave drum: "No one knows the specific standards, and even the students who become members of the divine group do not know. Shangwu Academy seems to be very cautious in selecting people. The people in the academy will not only observe everyone in the admission competition, but also need to observe for a period of time after arriving at the academy. After selecting the right person, they will announce who has entered the divine group. For those who have entered the divine group, ordinary members may no longer see that person.

Recalling Huang Lang's words in his mind, the exhausted body had a little more strength and he leaned slightly. Mo Ran's teeth supported his tired body and stood up again.

"There is not much time left, so you must join the Divine Group." Mo Ran, who is only eleven years old, carries a lot of things. The death of his biological parents depends on himself to investigate. Fang Tang and Huang Lang met with snipers because of his own reasons, and this blood debt must be collected by himself from the Pang family of the Fuxing Palace. He must also return to the Mo family, not for anything else, but only for the biological father's last wish. If you want to do this, you must have a strong foundation of strength, and the only place where you can make yourself a strong man is the Divine Group of Shangwu Academy.

The finger gently stroked the ethereal ring, and a round Qi-returning pill appeared in the hand. After opening the mouth, a faint ray of heat slowly flowed throughout the body. When he closed his eyes slightly, Mo Ran's mental perception could clearly feel the medicinal power slowly melting in the body, and the muscles that were almost paralyzed in the body were constantly absorbing.

After absorbing the medicine, Mo Ran dragged his tired body and took heavy steps again and walked towards the Rimu Forest with difficulty.

The reason why he had difficulty walking was due to the weight-bearing equipment. After coming out of Ziyun City, Mo Ran put on the customized weight-bearing equipment in the iron shop. Mo Ran thought he could only bear a weight of 100 kilograms, but when he put it on, he realized that this hundred kilograms could not cause much pressure to him. Finally, after many attempts, Mo Ran chose two ankles and two pieces of waist iron. The weight of 300 kilograms made Mo Ran walk like a turtle. Fortunately, his body was extremely strong. It took only two days for Mo Ran to adapt to these weights. However, the theory of adaptation did not hinder his movements. With these three hundred kilograms, Mo Ran's strength dropped from a level five innate warrior to the level of a warrior, and his internal energy was 90% used to resist this gravity.

In order to make himself less conspicuous, Mo Ran chose a path that he had never walked before. There were many passers-by on the road, and although there were pedestrians in groups of three or three on this road, it seemed extremely quiet than the road.

Sangping Town is the last supply station to reach Rimu Forest through the Panqu Road from Ziyun City. The people here basically make a living by doing small business. Because the town is close to Rimu Forest, the atmosphere here seems very lively. Most of the people who come here are mercenaries. Secondly, they want to transport goods to Xuan'anguo on the other end of Rimu Forest to do business. There are also some lone powerful men who rely on their own strength to travel between Rimu Forest and the town, and the treasures they have made are also sold. These people have one thing in common: that is, they all live a life of blood.

After eight days, Mo Ran finally fully adapted to the gravity of his body and hiked to Sangping Town. Arriving here means that he can enter the Rimu Forest at any time and try to make his steps lighter. Mo Ran walked slowly on the gravel road in the town. There were various shops on both sides of the road. Due to the special geographical location of Sangping Town, almost all the shops here deal with elixirs, medicinal materials, martial arts, etc., and the businesses of each company are surprisingly popular, with endless people coming and going.

As he walked, Mo Ran's steps suddenly stopped and he looked sideways at a shop called "My Doctor". In fact, the reason why Mo Ran was attracted to stop was not because of the name of the store, but because of the sparse crowd in this store that forced Mo Ran to pay a little attention.

Looking at the sign at the door of the store, it clearly stated that various medicinal materials and elixir recipes were sold, Mo Ran was puzzled. Since they were all sold medicinal materials, why not call it xx medicine shop but called it a miracle doctor?

He habitually held his chin with his right hand. Mo Ran became more and more curious the more he thought about it. Finally, he couldn't help but walk in.

The store was deserted, with only three or two people choosing medicinal materials. A little girl in red clothes was busy constantly. Seeing her quick movements, it was obvious that she had been doing this industry for a long time. Some medicinal materials were placed without checking them. In the right corner of the store, an old man about sixty years old was busy writing something. Several people didn't notice Mo Ran coming in at all.

No one greeted him, and Mo Ran was happy to be quiet. He walked past the counter with his hands and glanced at the goods on the counter. Mo Ran suddenly realized why there was a small amount of people in this store. It turned out that almost all the ordinary medicinal materials for refining ordinary first- and second-level elixirs, and there was not even a single recipe for elixirs. But why is it called a "miracle doctor"? Is there any expert here who can cure diseases?

Thinking of this, Mo Ran looked up at the old man who was writing, and he didn't look like him! His eyes turned to the little girl, and he didn't look like him!

At this time, the only few customers also walked out of the store with regret, obviously they did not select the products that satisfies them. Finally, the little girl saw a few customers away and found Mo Ran. The former immediately walked to Mo Ran and asked in a somewhat tender tone: "Big brother, what are you going to buy?"

Hearing the little girl's inquiry, Mo Ran thought about it and said embarrassedly: "Oh, I originally wanted to see if there were any pill recipes. Now it seems that only medicinal materials are sold here, so I don't need anything." After that, Mo Ran smiled and turned around and left.

"Wait." At this time, an old voice stopped Mo Ran.

"Huh?" Turning around, Mo Ran looked at the old man in the corner, and saw that the old man put down the paper and pen in his hand and ran towards Mo Ran happily.

"Haha, little brother, want to buy a elixir recipe? I have a lot of them. What kind of thing do you want?" The old man said with great sincerity when he ran to Mo Ran.

Seeing the old man running over enthusiastically, almost his body pressed against him, Mo Ran couldn't help but frown, subconsciously took two steps back, dodged away from the old man, and looked at him for no reason and asked, "Old man, you said you have a pill recipe here, but I didn't see it."

"Not seeing it does not mean that there is no one. I just haven't put it out. I'm all superb here, and most people can't buy it. Hehe, I feel like it when I come here. I may not sell it if it's someone else. Tell me, what kind of thing I want?" After chuckling, the old man said seriously.

"Then what pill recipes do you have here? Let me introduce them."
Chapter completed!