MTL - World of Cultivation-~ Section 132

One hundred and thirty-two healing

Zuo Mo's head cover is like a violent storm, and the Pu Yao is completely stunned.

"Not ***..." The ignorant Pu Yao wants to explain.

"Not what *** is?" Zuo Mo's eyes wide open.

Realizing that he was overwhelmed by Zuo Mo, Pu was suddenly annoyed. He picked up his right eye and revealed a red color like a narrow blood knife. He said: "Hey, what do you want to say?"

The left side couldn't help but touched the icy eyes of Pu Yao. He suddenly shrank back: "I... I mean... you have to give me... something without side effects..."

"I am a demon." Pu Yao faintly said: "I understand the way to go, unlike your repairers, a little side effects, very normal."

The meaning of Pu Yao is very clear, there are side effects can not blame him, but also made clear, there will still be side effects in the future.

Once the Pu Yao is not going to make sense, Zuo Mo will have nothing to do. The strength of the two sides is very different, and the right to speak is naturally not equal.

Zuo Mo only chooses to be silent.

Pu Yao's eyes are getting worse and worse, and Zuo Mo is **** the scalp. He knows that if he withdraws every time, his voice will only become less and less, and the end will only become more and more miserable. The right is to fight for it, even if it takes a certain risk, it is helpless.

In the face of the silence of Zuo Mo, the Pu Yao also had some headaches.

If you want to run the horse, you must graze the horse. Zuo Mo, the only guy with a spar in his eyes, is getting more and more savvy. It’s not possible to imagine him as he used to.

Can have your own time...

At the thought of this, the mood of the Pu Yao is very upset. Looking at the guy who added to his eyes, he would like to directly smash the left. But he still has a hard time holding his heart, his temper is not good, but it is not stupid.

"The demon's mind, human cultivation will have problems, this is not surprising." The demon light in the eyes of Pu Yao gradually faded, the tone also restored the peace in the weekdays: "But I have some repairers' minds on hand, the future The rewards are all replaced by these laws, and there are side effects that can't be blamed."

Zuo Mo’s heart was overjoyed, but he still corrected: “It’s a deal!” Trading and rewards are two very different things. The transaction is a reasonable income of its own, but if it is a reward, it will change its taste.

"With you." Pu Yao looked indifferent, but his heart was secretly headache, Zuo Mo is now more and more difficult to deal with.

"However, your speed needs to be speeded up!" Pu Yao's tone became quite dissatisfied: "You are too slow to earn spar, I need more spar!"

"I am just a base builder." Zuo Mo had to emphasize the facts.

Pu Yao was stunned by Zuo Mo’s words. He knew that Zuo Mo was always worried about his ability to improve. Moreover, Zuo Mo said that it is also true that among the repairers of the foundation period, he will earn more spar than him, but there are not many.

This guy who is keen to earn spar, but who is very stubborn in his bones, is not a good way. For another person, to be honest, Pu Yao does not think it will do better than Zuo Mo, this guy is born to earn a spar. Pu Yao found that Zuo Mo was extremely sensitive to all the factors related to himself. He knew when to fight and not to anger the other person. He knew how to choose, it was a smart guy.

Hey, even in the demon, there are not many guys who are so smart.

The potential shown by Zuo Mo gradually changed the attitude of the Pu Yao. He suddenly thought that a certain guy had chosen from the beginning, and suddenly felt bad, just like eating a fly.

With a cold cry, he disappeared.

The Pu Yao suddenly disappeared and he was not surprised. He had a sigh of relief in his heart. Every time he negotiated with Pu Yao, it was very dangerous. Pu Yao will be quite normal in most of the time, but his temper is moody, a little careless, his end will often be very miserable.

Fortunately, the results of this time are good, he is quite satisfied.

However, he does not need to consider the issue of earning spar for the time being, because he is poor and white and has no penny. And in front of him, there is a final round of trials.

Kunlun Fuyu is a jade, and he is determined to win. Although there is a good guarantee, but Zuo Mo is still not assured, the last round of repairs as many as 100 people, only take 10 people, its cruelty can be imagined. Although the strength is high, if there is no problem with self-protection, if you add one yourself, it is difficult to say very well.

Still rely on yourself to be safe.

There is already a rough outline of the plan in his mind. When he thought of this plan, he was full of excitement and expectation!

But now, he has to push the plan to the side and face a more direct problem: healing.

The last time he compared with Diane, he was weak and strong. Although he won the final victory, he was still hurt. After the emergency treatment of the master, he finally recovered. Originally, he decided to take a rest. Who would have thought that the head suddenly asked him to go to the final round of the random test sword, and now there are more reasons for jade, he has to face up to the problem of healing.

His own cultivation is much lower than other people. If the body has not healed, even if he is helpful, he will certainly not be able to hold on to the end.

Of course, the most important thing is that the treatment cost does not require him to be a crystal...

Yan Fangyuan, Shi Fengrong cold face, standing in front of the medicine barrel. Zuo Mo was soaked in the liquid medicine and only showed his head out.

The ink of black ink exudes an unpleasant smell, and Zuo Mo is in it. Naturally, it is stunned and fainted: "Master, what is it inside? Why is it so bad?"

"Do not talk nonsense." Shi Fengrong did not have a good air: "Let's run the power." As soon as she saw Zuo Mo, her heart was ignorant, and she couldn't hold it. Such a good talent, even do not like to repair swords, just like to earn spar! How did you collect such a greedy disciple?

Zuo Mo heard the strong dissatisfaction in the master's tone, and immediately became honest.

In fact, he can feel the strength of this barrel of liquid medicine. The lively and powerful medicine, like countless small bugs, is drilling into the body. It’s just that the process is not so beautiful. Zuo Mo only feels that the whole body is like a needle.

Hearing the master to let himself run the spiritual power, he gave a slight glimpse, did he run "Birth and Refining God" or "King Kong Weiyan"? The thought turned around in his mind and he decided to run "King Kong". The origin of "The Fetus of the Fetus" is unknown, and it is not good to be seen by the master. "King Kong Wei Yan" he is not afraid, this is what Xin Yan Shi Bo gave him. Although the "King Kong Weiyan" he is practicing now is a tombstone version, the difference between the two is only five sentences.

As soon as I was running "King Kong Wei Yan", Zuo Mo immediately felt the feeling of being completely different in peace.

Numerous indiscriminate drilling of small needles like a needle is like being attracted by a magnet, turning into dozens of trickles, drilling through the large holes in the body of Zuo Mo, and quickly into the spiritual power of the meridians.

In a short period of time, Zuo Mo felt that he was stunned by the meridians and he could not help but be shocked. He had never encountered such a situation.

Hey!

What kind of liquid is this? Strong and powerful!

At this time, Momo refused to take care of the other, desperately running "King Kong Wei Yan", trying to disperse the excess force in the meridians into the body and blood. The force spread into the body, constantly repairing the place where the body of Zuo Mo was damaged, it is like a heavy rain, nourishing the dry land. Those damaged parts greedily absorb the medicine.

Outside the medicine barrel, Shi Fengrong revealed his concern, and Zuo Mo’s entire face showed a dark gold color, like a golden cast. I don't know when, the three people of Sui Yuanran Xin Yan Yu Le also appeared beside her.

"This kid is really amazing." Yule was shocked: "Is the body so strong? Isn't this all in the flesh?"

Xin Yan snorted: "I just don't like to repair the sword!"

The faces of several other people were suddenly ugly.

If Zuo Mo’s cultivation talent is mediocre, several people will not be so upset. It is obvious that the cultivation talent is excellent, what is cultivated, and what progress is fast. Even the "King Kong Wei Yan" thrown at him, he actually did not sound to the point of the fleshy gold clothes, but it seems that there is no interest in this sword. So many powerful swords in the door are all open, this guy has to look at his eyes at first, and he doesn't even look at it later.

How do you know how many people in Qian Yuanran are cool?

"I insisted that he participate in the next round of the sword meeting, that is, let him see the true power of Jian Xiu." Rao is a deep-rooted martial arts, and he is also half-dead by the left: "I have already passed Wei Sheng, when Let go of the sword. Hey, let him see, what is the sword repair, why the sword repair is the most powerful repairer!"

"Not bad! This disciple is not interested in this law. I don't know how to spread it out. It is the knowledge of the ancestors. I have lost all my face!"

"Unbearable!" Xin Yan looked murderous.

Shi Fengrong, who was originally worried, couldn’t help but was extremely dissatisfied: "This guy is owed to education!"

The bad behavior of Zuo Mo, let the entire high-level Jianmen high-level enemy with the enemy, unprecedentedly consistent.

The one who concentrates on running the spiritual power is ecstatic, and he does not know anything outside. All his knowledge, all spiritual powers, are mobilized. I didn’t know what kind of spirits had been lost by the master in this bucket. The drug was fierce and fierce. He felt that he was about to be exploding with the power of these swarms!

He is slowing down the speed of the medicines.

He clenched his teeth, and he knew that as long as he had survived this time, the harvest would be great. He is well aware of the refining drugs. It is not long before, and the potency contained in the elixir is limited. As long as he is supported, he can easily refine the inhalation of the body. The medicine penetrated into the body and quickly turned into a golden light, which was incorporated into his muscles. Nowadays he is full of muscles and glitters, and the little golden light is finer and finer.

The speed at which golden light can be increased is far less than the speed at which the drug increases.

What makes Zuo Mo feel flustered is that the drug has no signs of exhaustion, and it is as fierce as ever!

The potency is like a flood, madly pouring into him.

His meridians were filled, but the potion continued to flow uncontrollably, and the meridians swelled at a rate visible to the naked eye.

What makes Zuo Mo stunned is that he can't stop!

The rushing spirit and potency are mixed together, like a wild horse that is dislocated, how can it not pull!

Damn it!