Fog Survival

This person is called Yao Tu. He was born on the Lake Heart Island. His parents died unexpectedly in an experimental accident, so he has been an orphan since childhood.

His talent is not good. Whether it is cultivation talent or attribute affinity, it is not high, it can only be considered upper-middle level.

At first, he was just an ordinary child with an unremarkable appearance in the infant living area.

However, when they were six years old, they began to study in the school, received special education on the Lake Heart Island, and came into contact with pharmacy, and showed a talent far beyond ordinary people.

He can fully understand all the principles of pharmacy almost once.

It only took 3 years to learn all the perfect level and above pharmacy, and he was able to configure and operate it skillfully.

You know, in these three years, he spent half of the time to learn to read.

Otherwise, his speed could be even faster.

When he was 16, he had already started to study perfect-level potions, and was able to make preliminary attempts to create new potions based on the potions he had learned.

He learned perfect-level potions at the age of 13.

He created perfect-level potions on his own at the age of 15.

Now he is just 16 years old, his strength has broken through the peak of rare level, and the potions he controls have reached the peak of perfect level.

However, due to the influence of strength, he cannot use perfect-level potions.

But even so, his strength is far beyond the ordinary peak of rare level.

Because he is not only proficient in pharmacy, but also an extremely brave child, often testing drugs by himself.

Rather than testing drugs, it is better to say that he is training his body.

He has his own set of logic and independent ideas, making himself the most perfect medicine jar. Just on himself, he uses four or five kinds of perfect-level potions and can control them to a certain extent.

When the information was reported to Qi Yuan, Qi Yuan had only one idea in his mind.

Pharmacy seems to be a remarkable figure.

And the apprentice's understanding of pharmacy seems to open up a new path, similar to the internal engraving of spiritual patterns.

The child's future is limitless.

However, the only flaw of the apprentice is that he is relatively withdrawn. Except for professional matters, he rarely speaks.

So this time, he was specially arranged to participate in this battle between two geniuses, hoping to bring him some changes.

As the battle began, the short and young apprentice attracted everyone's attention.

Almost no one knew him, even Zhang Wei and Irene looked at the boy strangely.

After all, Qi Yuan's protection of such a talent is very strong. Except for a few people, few people know his existence.

But at the beginning of the battle, his performance was enough to make everyone remember him.

The medicine apprentice walked onto the ring calmly, with his hands in his pockets and his head bowed, looking unremarkable.

But after the first two matches, no one dared to look at him.

On the side, several members of the research institute who followed him looked at this precious child nervously, but reminded him again and again.

"Medicine apprentice, you must be cautious, cautious, and cautious again, and remember not to underestimate the enemy."

"Yes, it doesn't matter even if you can't win, we just admit defeat!"

"Just let your brother Lei and brother Xingchuan come back later, you must pay attention to safety!"

"Remember to drink more medicine, we will do it after you finish drinking, don't be stingy."

"And..."

Listening to this outrageous explanation, the cheeks of the others twitched.

Who would give such instructions on the ring?

Don't you all have to fight for your style and fight to the death for glory? Why are there still people who ask you to pay attention to safety and admit defeat if you can't win?

But some people also think that the two people who are shouting at the bottom are the top researchers of the institute.

The existence that can make them so concerned must be very important.

Yaotu rubbed his eyes, scratched his messy hair, and nodded obediently.

There was a trace of annoyance in the eyes of the enemy.

"I could have done the experiment at home, but Uncle Qi insisted that I come to fight. This is not what I want... Let's finish it as soon as possible and go back."

"What are you mumbling about, you? And why do you smell? It smells like pickled vegetables that have been pickled for a long time..."

"Huh?"

Yaotu didn't respond to the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half, he became a little sharp.

Even the two researchers on the stage couldn't help but take a breath.

Yaotu has always had a good temper, but he has a taboo.

He hates others talking about the smell on his body, especially when it is belittled and denied.

Since then, all the medicines he has tried have been deposited in his body and become a part of his body, something he cares about very much.

Although the smell is a bit strange, it is his most precious item.

Once the old professor said something unpleasant, he was given medicine, and it was said that it took months to recover.

The medicine apprentice, who originally had little desire to fight, now looked dangerous: "You said this smell... like stinky pickles?"

"Of course it is, and there are still a lot of fermented, stinky pickles that have gone bad. You should take a good bath, you are so sloppy at such a young age."

The man seemed to be a chatterbox, chattering non-stop: "My mother always taught me to be clean, didn't your parents tell you?"

"My parents... they died early..."

The medicine apprentice said inaudibly, and his drooping squinting eyes were already filled with murderous intent.

At that moment, a special aura of purple and green quickly emerged from his face.

"No, the opponent is taking action, you idiot, shut up and prepare for the battle."

The teacher of the other ring, seeing that the situation was not good, hurriedly reminded this chatterbox.

The man was also frightened and took a few steps back, a little unbelievable: "When was this arranged? Why didn't I find it?"

They are equally strong and at the same level. If the opponent does not know the means secretly, they can more or less detect it.

However, the man in front of him arranged this green-purple poison gas on the entire ring without his response.

The medicine map did not explain it. Rather than saying that he arranged it in advance, it is better to say that he transmitted this aura to the entire ring in an instant.

It is his unique ability.

Moreover, this poison gas was not specially prepared by him in advance. He did not make any preparations for this battle.

This is just a mixture of a small part of the breath in his body, a kind of gas formed by random mixing.

For others, it is poisonous gas, but not for him.

In his eyes, there is no poison, all the breath is medicine, but different medicines have different effects.

As the green-purple gas began to spread, the man quickly held his breath to avoid the invasion of the poisonous gas.

Unfortunately, there was no effect.

Because the medicinal gas released from the medicine picture has extremely small gas molecules and can be directly absorbed through the skin.