The moment Feng Yi handed over the pill, all the alchemists in the alchemy room burst into discussion. It actually worked!
A sixth-grade alchemist has already stepped into the threshold of a great alchemist. Feng Yi is still at the peak of the Spirit King level, and it seems that he has not yet reached perfection, but he has already stepped into the threshold of a sixth-grade alchemist. How talented is he in the field of alchemy?
Listening to the discussions and praises of the people around him, Feng Yi did not become complacent. Instead, he said to Elder Zhang with a serious expression: "Elder, can you let me take a look at Senior He Hai's injury? I suspect this injury may not be that simple."
Elder Zhang knew that Feng Yi had cured Luo Heng's poison, so he quickly asked the young alchemist to take Feng Yi to He Hai's recuperation place. As for himself, he could not leave the alchemy room easily, after all, there was still a need for someone to take charge of the overall situation here.
Feng Yi arrived at He Hai's recuperation center and saw that He Hai's complexion was normal, though his body was slightly swollen. Feng Yi asked in his mind, "Xiao Huan, is this the same poison that Luo Heng was poisoned with?"
"There's no toxin left in his body, but the aftereffects of spiritual energy depletion and blood qi drying up are exactly the same. This He Hai must have some secret method to hold on until now, otherwise he would have died long ago. I guess he didn't realize how strong the poison was and forced himself to detoxify it."
If He Hai had taken the Shengxi Pill in advance, he wouldn't have been in such a dead end. He underestimated the poison. In the world of cultivation, one really can't be careless at all, otherwise it will only cost one's life.
He Hai opened his eyes. Although he was puzzled as to why Feng Yi had brought him the elixir, he immediately swallowed it. Instantly, his blood and spiritual energy slowly recovered, and the swelling on He Hai's body gradually subsided. Then he opened his eyes, and while recovering, he asked, "Young man, do you have anything to ask me?"
"Senior He Hai, this kid Feng Yi, I was the one who cured Luo Heng's poison. Senior, the poison you and Luo Heng were poisoned with is somewhat similar, so I wanted to ask how you were poisoned."
It turned out to be the younger generation who had detoxified Luo Heng. I heard he was a pretty good alchemist. He Hai narrowed his eyes and recalled for a moment, "I was fighting a white wolf. When I was about to kill the wolf with my sword, a puff of purple smoke drifted by, and I knew I was poisoned. I seemed to see a centipede in a trance, and then suddenly several beastmen who had been lying in ambush attacked me. I risked my life to run back."
As expected, it seems that the centipede that released the poison is not very powerful, otherwise it would not be so sneaky. It seems that I have to go to the battlefield and ask Xiao Mo to find this centipede quickly, otherwise it may cause big trouble!
Thinking of this, Feng Yi bid farewell to He Hai and told him not to worry and to heal his wounds well. He would definitely solve the problem of the poison. After that, he pulled the young alchemist named Bai An, who was responsible for delivering messages and medicine, to lead the way. When they arrived at the city gate, he rushed to the battlefield with the monks who had already rested.
When he arrived at the battlefield, cultivators and spirit beasts were everywhere. Spiritual energy was surging, and the sky was filled with blood. The little illusion in his mind was also making sharp explosions: "Feng Yi! You are trying to kill yourself! Go back here immediately! Don't you have any idea of your own strength? You really make me worry too much! Go back quickly!"
Feng Yi was in no mood to pay attention to Xiao Huan at the moment. He was completely shocked by the huge battlefield. It was truly a meat grinder. No words could describe the bloodiness and cruelty of war. All he could see were broken arms and limbs, flying heads, spilled blood, torn humans and beasts into pieces, and a shapeless pool of meat paste.
Feng Yi's heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out. The blood in his body was running at a high speed. His face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot. Xiao Huan was the first to notice that something was wrong with Feng Yi. He shouted frantically in his mind: "Feng Yi, Feng Yi, wake up quickly!"
Until a spirit beast was about to bite Feng Yi. At the critical moment, an uncle pushed Feng Yi away and killed the spirit beast with a knife. He slapped Feng Yi's head angrily and said, "Boy, what are you doing? Even if it's your first time on the battlefield, you have to kill two spirit beasts before you die!"
At this moment, Feng Yi finally came back to his senses, his expression returned to normal, and he smiled brightly at the uncle who hit him: "Uncle, you are right!"
This was only on the outskirts of the battlefield. The uncle was only a spiritual master, but he was very experienced in dealing with spiritual beasts. This is how he "saved" Feng Yi's life. Feng Yi exhaled, looked at the battlefield with a firm gaze, threw a storage ring to the uncle, and said, "Uncle, live!"
Then he simply gathered his spiritual energy, put on white gauze gloves, and moved forward without listening to Xiao Huan's command. Whenever he saw a spiritual beast, he would smash its head. His fighting style was violent and bloody. He looked like a physical cultivator, not like an alchemist at all.
And Feng Yi really asked Xiao Huan to give him a physical cultivation technique in his mind. He didn't like using weapons, so it would be a good idea to cultivate his body!
Wherever Feng Yi went, not even insects survived. He rushed directly to the area where the Spirit King was fighting. The weak monsters all breathed a sigh of relief. Why did such a plague god come? Why didn't you rush to save your Spirit King and still show off in front of us?
The uncle clenched the storage ring in his hand, staring at the battlefield that Feng Yi had cleared out with his mouth wide open. The only thing he could think of was, "I just slapped a Spirit King on the head, and he gave me a storage ring?"
Oh my goodness! What kind of rotten luck did I, Old Hu, have today?
Feng Yi's speed stopped when he reached the Spirit King area. The spirit beasts here were not so easy to deal with.
Feng Yi was not in a hurry to go to the battlefield of the late Spirit King. Although he performed well in the sect competition, it was a sect after all. Everyone was restrained and many trump cards were not played out. It was different here. If he took a wrong step, he would die!
Feng Yi chose to act as a firefighter in the early and middle stages of the Spirit King. Wherever he saw human cultivators in danger, Feng Yi would go there, and try to call Xiao Mo in his heart. The two had a spiritual connection, and as long as the distance was not too far, Xiao Mo could hear his call.
Well, there is a little red snake over there. Xiao Mo told me that the first snake he ate was a little red snake, and the taste was unforgettable for him. I wonder what this little red snake tastes like. Let me catch it and let Xiao Mo try it!
Feng Yi unleashed a fire control spell on the little red snake that was currently displaying its might against the human cultivator at the early stage of the Spirit King stage. He miscontrolled the fire and ended up scorching the snake. "Hmm?" "Will Xiao Mo still eat this?"
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