There is no cloud, and the sun shines brightly.

The Black Poison City in the early morning was still noisy, and shops in various places had already opened for sale, and the disgusting smell was still floating in the air. There was no way, who made this Black Poison City, the territory of the Poison Gate? For the warriors who practiced the internal poison energy in the city, there was no better place than the Black Poison City. For Mo Ran, living here was a torment.

In the Poison Letter Hall, Mo Ran sat alone in a room about 100 square meters, looking through the various submitted news records boredly.

From No. 4 to No. 7, he could just read it all, but Mo Ran just pretended to flip it a few times and threw the large number of recording scrolls aside.

"Senior~" Mo Ran crawled on the table, supported his chin with one hand, and called out softly.

When the sound came out, an energy fluctuated immediately in the soul.

"Hmm? Are you thinking about that?" This is naturally the voice of Wang Zhen.

With his eyebrows lightly locked, his fingertips tapped the white marble tabletop, Mo Ran slowly said: "Where did Ren Wanku hide the Yinlu grass in? After searching for several months, I didn't find any place to cultivate Yinlu grass. Is Ren Wanku the only drop of Yinlu, or the Yinlu Pill that was refined before?"

After a moment of silence, Wang Zhen replied: "It is possible, but if you want to get a drop of Yin dew that has just condensed into ten years, it is unlikely to rely on opportunities alone. Generally, it is carefully cultivated by alchemists, waiting for the dew to condense."

"It makes sense." Mo Ran sighed and asked in confusion: "If so, why can't you find it?"

"What? Are you anxious?" Wang Zhen smiled slightly.

Mo Ran's eyelids flipped upward, and made a helpless expression, sighed, "How about not be anxious? It's almost four months since Xiao Hei has found it, and now he is only about to find Yinlu Grass to get out. Who is willing to stay in this ghost place? You don't know that in the past four months, I have never been able to suddenly have the third level barrier. If I can't break through, I will not reach the fourth level realm, and my cultivation has stopped moving forward. Alas, I've really wasted so much of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhen asked, "Think about it, what else has not been found in the Poison Sect now?"

Without thinking, Mo Ran replied, "There is only one place, and even the elders of the Poison Sect can't get in there. I have no choice?"

"Forbidden area?"

Mo Ran nodded and said, "It's not there. I've been there once, but I went to the lobby outside the forbidden area and saw a lot of poisons, and nothing else was left. The gate of the forbidden area is here on the second floor of the main hall. But I think it shouldn't be a place to cultivate medicinal materials. There is no one who cultivates medicinal materials in the house."

Mo Ran analyzed that his eyes changed and his brain cells were spinning continuously. After thinking about it, Mo Ran didn't think that a hall built of metal and tiles would be an excellent place to cultivate medicinal materials. You need to know that the cultivation of Yinlu grass requires tens of thousands of different kinds of poisonous weeds. Such poisonous weeds, just planting them, can only last hundreds of acres of land, and it is not something that a hall can accommodate.

Wang Zhen nodded in agreement and said, "It's true that it's not like that. In this way, Ren Wanku should have a place to cultivate Yinlu grass, maybe it's not in the poisonous sect?"

"Not here?" Mo Ran narrowed his eyes and said, "If he was not here, he would not be worried that the Yinlu grass would be stolen by others, or eaten by poisonous or wild beasts. You said that that thing can protect the soul and strengthen the soul. I believe that there will be no spirit beast that cannot sense it."

"That's the case." Wang Zhen was also confused now.

For a moment, the two were stumped by the same problem. The room was silent for a long time. Finally, Wang Zhen said helplessly: "I think you should find time to go to the forbidden area once, even if it is dangerous, maybe the answer is there."

Hearing this, Mo Ran sighed first, then slapped the table heavily and said, "Oh, this is the only way, but Ren Wanku has been in seclusion there and is always there for normal times, so he has no chance to get there."

Speaking of this, Mo Ran was stumped by another question: "Senior, do people who have reached the level of Wu Kuang like to go into seclusion? I think Ren Wanku Daguan and Xiaoguan, if you have time, you go into seclusion, which is very interesting?"

He was so angry that he smiled by Mo Ran's words that Wang Zhen scolded: "Do you think the level of a warrior is easy to improve? Looking at the mainland, that amazing and beautiful person was not tempered by hard work and could cultivate to Ren Wanku's realm. Not to mention anything else, just that diligent mentality is not something that ordinary people can compare to. Don't compare everyone with yourself. Think about how many adventures you have had."

Hearing this, Mo Ran spread his hands and stopped quibbling. Because he knew that Wang Zhen was right at all. Although he had worked hard to achieve his current level, the reason for his strength was not this. The strange purple qi, Zhu Guo's transformation of his body, the original wood spirit refined by himself, and the internal energy for Xiaodie who owns the Nether Purple Palace, and the several triple experiencing life and death to stimulate potential, there were a lot of elixir assistance, and then he made progress like a friend. Every item mentioned above would be crazy and inexplicable, let alone the opportunity gathered?

The internal energy cultivation has reached a bottleneck. If you don’t advance, it will be useless to continue practicing. With nothing to do, Mo Ran took out the messenger crystal card that Xu Jieer had given him from his waist and started playing with it.

"This thing is a good thing. Why haven't you heard of it before? Xiaodangshan is so poor that he doesn't even have this thing. Why doesn't my father give me one?" Mo Ran smiled and said to himself.

In his soul, Wang Zhen rolled his eyes and curled his lips: "I have never seen the world, this thing is very rare."

Mo Ran didn't care about Wang Zhen's ridicule. He was a little ignorant. This messaging card was just like his mobile phone in his previous life. He could convey his information to the designated person with a trace of soul power thousands of miles away. Of course, the other party must also have such card. In fact, what Mo Ran didn't know is that this kind of card is indeed rare, but the Mo family will not be poor, but the Mo family only has one, so it is useless to give it to him. Therefore, before leaving, Mo Haopeng did not mention this matter.

Mo Ran was playing with the transmission crystal card happily. Suddenly, the crystal card vibrated. Then, Mo Ran hurriedly pulled out a trace of the power of his soul and lost it.

The next moment, an important news made him frown.

"Brother Huang and the other two are missing."
Chapter completed!