I Really Don’t Know How To Practice

Han Xu's face was full of gauntness that could not be concealed. After ten days of high-intensity alchemy, even if he had stepped into the Heavenly Creation Realm, he still couldn't withstand the huge consumption.

At the last moment, he almost passed out, and now he can still walk out step by step, all because of a tenacious will.

Looking at the pale Han Xu, Leng Hui didn't dare to ask for a moment. He might be worried that he would get a disappointing answer. He knew better than ordinary people how difficult it is to refine the fake magic pill, because he himself He was already proficient in alchemy, and his achievements in alchemy were no less than those of alchemy masters on the alchemy list.

Even the former genius doctor Huangfu Xuanyan never succeeded in refining a fake magic pill.

Han Xu is still so young, it is unbelievable for him to have the current level of cultivation. If he can still refine the fake **** pill, wouldn't it mean that his talent in medicine is as good as his cultivation, or even higher.

Rationality makes Leng Hui not believe that God will create such a perfect person, but how much he hopes that God can create such a perfect person, only in this way, Leng Wushuang can have hope of life.

Han Xu saw the complexity in Leng Hui's eyes. He supported his weak body, smiled happily at Leng Hui, and said, "Uncle Leng, Han Xu is lucky to live up to his fate!"

Leng Hui stood on the spot blankly until Han Xu couldn't support his body anymore and fell backwards. He suddenly came back to his senses. With a flash of his figure, he came behind Han Xu to catch him.

Han Xu passed out in relief. In order to refine the Jiuzhuantian Xudan, this was the first time in his life that he experienced the feeling of running out of oil, and even the self-healing ability he was proud of temporarily lost its effect.

After Leng Hui's examination, he found that Han Xu had only a faint pulse left. If it weren't for his strong spiritual sense, he wouldn't even notice this pulse and treat him as a dead person.

"This child is also suffering." The cruel killer who is famous all over the world and the security guard of the other hospital showed a little bit of pity, but when he thought that Leng Wushuang was originally trying to save the brat he was supporting, he became With this appearance now, Leng Hui's face showed the disgust that an old father could understand.

Anyway, Han Xu just said that he was lucky enough to live up to his fate, and the stone in Leng Hui's heart fell completely.

I don't know how long it took, three days, or ten days. In short, when Han Xu opened his eyes again, he was already lying in a spacious room.

As soon as he woke up, he felt so weak that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

He could only move his fingers lightly. It must have been discovered by a servant serving him, and Han Xu heard footsteps going away quickly.

After he regained consciousness, Han Xu's biological functions began to recover quickly. It didn't take long for the self-healing system to resume its function.

In an instant, Han Xu's body seemed to turn into a black hole, crazily devouring the aura around him. Outside the door, Leng Huizheng rushed over, and was almost blown over by the sudden aura storm.

Before he had time to think about what happened, the surrounding houses couldn't bear the power of the aura storm, and they collapsed in pieces.

Among the ruins, a figure bathed in a silver halo floated in the air, releasing a palpitating aura to the surroundings. The disciples who came with Leng Hui just felt this aura, and immediately fainted fell to the ground.

Those who can follow Leng Hui are all the top core disciples of the Wugou Sect. They are all terrifying killers with six stars or above outside, but now they are stunned by just a breath of breath.

What a ridiculous fact.

It would be fine if only those disciples were like this, but even Leng Hui himself felt a sense of crisis that hadn't appeared for a long time. From the short-lived breath, he felt the threat of death.

The silver halo on Han Xu's body slowly disappeared. He shook his head, feeling helpless in his heart. He didn't recover just now, so he subconsciously released his undisguised aura. He knew that Leng Hui had come, and he also Knowing that his true state must have been exposed to Leng Hui.

Fortunately, Leng Hui can be regarded as one of his own.

"You..." Seeing Han Xu flying over, Leng Hui said incoherently, just like those disciples who met him for the first time.

Han Xu looked around, touched the back of his head, and said with some embarrassment: "Sorry, I have an epiphany."

"Your epiphany has broken through from the realm of good fortune to the realm of heaven, and seeing that you have just reached the breath, is it still in the middle of the realm of heaven?" Leng Hui almost yelled out, and he was even more surprised that he couldn't say it out of face. .

He is ranked seventh on the list of good fortune, and the strong man at the peak of good fortune heaven, actually felt the threat of death from a junior in the middle of good fortune heaven.

In a hurry, Han Xu used epiphany as a reason he had already used in the lower realm to sugarcoat it. Unexpectedly, Leng Hui would ask again, so he had no choice but to say: "Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway. "

Suddenly, Leng Hui came back to his senses, his expression suddenly became flustered, and he said to Han Xu: "Since you are awake, come with me, Wushuang can't hold on any longer."

Hearing Leng Hui's words, Han Xu also became anxious. He and Leng Hui immediately turned into two streamers and flew towards Leng Wushuang's boudoir. As for the disciples who were comatose in the ruins, no one cared.

When seeing Leng Hui coming alone, Han Xu already had the feeling that something had happened, otherwise Leng Zong would have arrived before Leng Hui.

Sure enough, when he came outside Leng Wushuang's boudoir, he noticed an astonishing wave of true energy.

Pushing open the door, I saw that Leng Zong was sweating profusely, continuously releasing the power of true essence, injecting it into the nine hundred and ninety-nine silver needles.

But even with Leng Sect's real essence, the golden light on the silver needle is dimming little by little, and the spiritual array protecting Leng Wushuang is in danger, on the verge of collapse.

"I've been in a coma for three months." Han Xu looked at the 4,500 skill points in the system interface, feeling a little sympathetic to Leng Zong.

The power of the silver needle spirit array left by Han Xu can only last for one month. When he was in a coma, he had only ten days left. The power to maintain the spirit array cannot be stopped for a moment, and the output of the power of true essence must be stable without fluctuations.

The unrivaled Supreme’s power of true energy is constantly flowing. Leng Zong didn’t think it was a big deal at first, but when he got in touch with it, he found that the spiritual array’s demand for the power of true energy was far beyond his imagination. It was already very strenuous, and if Han Xu didn't wake up, he wouldn't last long.

Without saying a word, Han Xu directly hit the silver needle with a force of real energy. This is the power of the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic, which is more effective than other real energy.

"Senior, you can stop now." Han Xu said, and then, when he turned his palm, a white jade medicine bottle appeared in his palm. There was nothing special about this jade bottle, but when Han Xu opened the bottle cap, , colorful rays of light shot up into the sky, and a refreshing elixir fragrance permeated the entire Wugou Sect.