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Gradually, Deacon Zhang's mana aura began to weaken. It was obvious that the mana was consumed too quickly, causing the golden elixir to absorb less spiritual power than the mana consumed.

And Zhou Yang was like a weakling who couldn't be killed. No matter how fiercely Deacon Zhang attacked, it was like rain hitting Jiaohe, but it couldn't cause any substantial harm to Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang switched between hard fighting style and soft fighting style, which made everyone wonder how good this person is in fighting.

"Is the little black stick here?"

Zhou Yang shouted, and Deacon Zhang immediately became alert, but Zhou Yang did not take action.

"court death!"

Deacon Zhang felt he had been deceived.

Zhou Yang couldn't help but find it funny in his heart. Some monks in this world of cultivation like to shout out moves when fighting, and they actually use such moves.

He wouldn't do such stupid behavior.

The battle between the two has reached a stalemate again!

"Here comes the little black stick!"

Zhou Yang shouted again.

Deacon Zhang knew that Zhou Yang was lying to him, but instinctively he still had to use the defensive electronic style, which would cause some minor problems in the operation of his magic power.

"This time the little black stick is really here!"

Zhou Yang's aura changed and he seemed to be tough.

But in fact, Zhou Yang hasn't made a move yet.

"you wanna die!"

Deacon Zhang was completely angry, and without any defensive posture, he charged towards Zhou Yang.

But Zhou Yang suddenly put away his flying stick, and ten knives sprouted from his fist. At this time, he was like a Wolverine, fighting the opponent head-on.

Such an explosive fighting style attracted some sect disciples stationed there. At this time, more than two hundred disciples were watching the battle.

Suddenly, Zhou Yang began to retreat quickly!

Deacon Zhang thought that Zhou Yang had insufficient mana, so he chased after him directly.

But the finger knife in Zhou Yang's hand separated, forming a sword array and shooting towards him.

At this time, Deacon Zhang instinctively protected key parts, but because the distance was too close, most places could not be defended.

"Pfft!"

Accompanied by the sound of several knives piercing flesh, Deacon Zhang’s limbs were pierced by knives. At the same time, a flying knife hovered over Deacon Zhang’s forehead. The distance was only 0.01 cm. As long as Deacon Zhang dared to act rashly, Zhou Yang dared to take it directly. Take the other person's life.

At this time, Deacon Zhang's heartbeat was so fast that he even forgot about the pain in his limbs and that he was kneeling in front of Zhou Yang.

Seeing this scene, everyone was speechless for a long time. The battle was so exciting!

Zhou Yang's fighting consciousness and fighting skills are all top-notch, and he can't find any faults.

"Zhang Daoyou, it's time for you to resign!"

Zhou Yang did not call the other party Deacon Zhang, his thoughts were already clear.

At the same time, calling the other person a fellow Taoist also shows that he has the power of the golden elixir and does not need to be condescending to others!

Of course, Deacon Zhang had no choice but to stay here any longer, otherwise he would have to bear the ridicule and pity of everyone present.

A Golden elixir cultivator cannot defeat a Foundation-building cultivator. If word spreads, it will be a social death!

"Pfft!"

Zhou Yang took the knife back, and the severe pain made Deacon Zhang grit his teeth. It would be a shame if he couldn't bear the pain.

Now, he can only maintain his dignity as much as possible.

The magic power in Zhou Yang's body did not gradually subside, but seemed to be on the verge of a breakthrough.

"Let's break up!"

Zhou Yang slowly walked down the ring and walked towards his cave residence. His steps were steady and powerful, giving people a sense of mystery!

After Zhou Yang walked into the residence, he finally couldn't bear it anymore!

A mouthful of blood spurted out!

When fighting the opponent flesh to flesh before, the golden elixir monk's mana still passed through the armor and caused a certain amount of damage to himself.

"Damn it, if it weren't for the fact that I couldn't use my spiritual power, I would have hammered him to death!"

Zhou Yang wiped the blood from his mouth, but still felt that the injury was not worthwhile. If he showed his full strength, he would not give the other party a chance to hurt him.

At this time, he quickly swallowed a third-level treasure pill.

Now it is no longer effective for him to take the second-level elixir. Only the third-level elixir can have an effect on his cultivation and injuries.

The treasure pill enters the belly and the medicinal power begins to be released.

But the pain didn't disappear immediately, it was still painful.

"Ouch~Ouch~"

Zhou Yang groaned, and suddenly felt better.

"Looks like I have to rely on ouch to relieve the pain!"

Zhou Yang said helplessly.

At this moment, he had a new idea, which was to refine painkiller pills.

As a 985 doctoral student majoring in pharmaceuticals, he has long had ideas about how to make pharmaceuticals.

When pharmaceutical ingredients are found, they can be refined.

Common painkillers in my previous life were ibuprofen and acetaminophen.

However, in medicine, they are generally divided into nonsteroidal analgesics, narcotic analgesics, and central analgesics.

Ibuprofen belongs to the first type, and its analgesic effect is relatively average. Only mild pain can be stopped.

Central analgesics such as tramadol can relieve moderate pain.

Among them, narcotic analgesics are the most effective and are generally used for terminally ill patients. They cannot even throw away the bottle after the patient has finished using the medicine.

However, narcotic painkillers are addictive. Perhaps for monks, they are not very addictive.

Because the body of a monk is no longer a mortal body.

However, it cannot be completely ruled out that it is not addictive.

And he was a third-level alchemist, so he quickly found some elixirs that had analgesic effects. Through pharmacological analysis, he classified his own analgesic elixirs and herbs.

Combining his own skills, he plans to invent a third-level painkiller and put some elixirs that increase his cultivation, Chen Feng, into it, so that he can greatly expand the sales of the elixir.

In the past, people may have bought elixirs for spiritual practice, but in the future, they may buy elixirs for happiness, as they can replicate the powerful miracles of previous lives!

Zhou Yang instantly discovered an opportunity to make a fortune!

"I'm a fucking genius!"

Zhou Yang endured the pain and began to study the recipe for the elixir.

With the help of his rich experience in alchemy and the experience of his predecessors, Zhou Yang finally figured out the elixir recipe in one day. Whether it will work or not will be known after refining it.

At this time, he had forgotten the pain.

"Damn it, why haven't I made a breakthrough in my cultivation?"

Only then did Zhou Yang realize that his cultivation level, which he had been trying to break through, was now immobile!

Looking at the pill formula in front of him, Zhou Yang also felt helpless. On this day, because he was concentrating on speculating on the pill formula, he forgot about his upcoming breakthrough, resulting in the loss of the opportunity to break through.

However, the bottleneck has been loosened, and as long as time passes slowly, it can be broken through within a year!

If the Shuangtian Dao foundation is in the later stage, then your ID will be more powerful!

When the time comes to face ordinary early-stage Jindan cultivators, you won’t have to work so hard today.

Zhou Yang swallowed another pill, intending to completely cure his injury.

As an alchemist, he enjoys the best elixirs without leaving any hidden dangers to himself!

"Start making pills!"

Zhou Yang took out the alchemy furnace and got ready to start working!