Chapter 4: Second-level elixir, herb

& A few steps below, he came directly to the cliff, Meng Fan's small hand firmly grasped the stone, and at the same time, his figure moved cautiously towards the other side of the mountain.

Creak!

One accidentally, Meng Fan’s body hit the stone, and the sudden severe pain caused Meng Fan’s face to twitch. Blood was overflowing from the injured chest, but in the next moment Meng Fan’s palm was tight. Grasping the cliff, leaning on the rock with five fingers, and then crawling forward.

Finally, at a place three meters away from the back of the cliff, Meng Fan's figure stopped, his eyes fixed on the cliff, his calf moved, and the corner of his mouth shouted.

"Fight!"

As the voice fell, Meng Fan’s figure had jumped directly toward the cliff, and a strong force came from between Meng Fan’s calves. In an instant, Meng Fan in the sky flashed by, but it fell accurately. Arrived behind the cliff.

Snapped!

Meng Fan fell on the rock, and the pain came directly, hot as if his bones were about to break, but he smiled excitedly, knowing that he was right, and the painstaking effort of Yan Ta Wuhen, which he had practiced hard, was not in vain.

This Yanta Wuhen is a Yuanqi Gong method, and it is also the only Yuanqi Gong method that Meng Fan is proficient in.

According to Meng Fan’s knowledge, the Yuan Qigong method is the existence between the heavens and the earth, which has not known how long it has multiplied, and can fully exert its power. According to the different levels of Yuan Qigong method, it is generally divided into lower, middle and upper three grades. A rank, the power is almost doubled.

On top of it, there is the rank among the four legends of Honghuangditian, but just how strong Meng Fan is.

The Yanta Wuhen that Meng Fan cultivated is the most basic low-grade technique, which all the young people in Wuzhen can do.

Yan Ta Wuhen is just a speed-increasing skill, not even power, but under the circumstances that Meng Fan's practice makes perfect, he still cultivates well and can increase his speed a lot.

Reluctantly standing up, Meng Fan couldn't wait to look around through the moonlight. Behind this cliff is all Meng Fan's hope.

At the next moment, Meng Fan’s pupils shrank, and he suddenly noticed that not far away, under a big tree that had withered, a pale blue light was faintly exuding. Upon closer inspection, a small grass grew there on top. The leaves were a bit separated, and at the same time there was a fascinating fragrance.

"Hundred herbs!"

Second-class elixir, all herbs!

For an instant, Meng Fan's body trembled. Although he had never seen a hundred herbs, he had read the Pharmacopoeia in Wuzhen on weekdays. The things described above were exactly the same as this little grass! This thing is much stronger than the power of the first-grade elixir Heshou.

Suddenly an excited smile appeared on Meng Fan's small face. Once the hundred herbs were taken back, it would definitely help Xinlan's injury. Although it could not be healed, it was enough to temporarily suppress the cold.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan immediately walked towards Hundred Herbs with excitement. Before the striding meteor came to Hundred Herbs, just after Meng Fan's body approached, his eyes suddenly moved to an inconspicuous black object beside Hundred Herbs.

Meng Fan raised his brows, picked it up suspiciously, wiped off the dirt on it, and discovered that it was a black bead.

The bead was the size of a palm, and it was full of cracks, black, like a hard stone!

This thing, unexpectedly, is with Hundred Herbs, buried in the soil, if you don't look closely, you really can't find it, probably who left it here.

Meng Fan smiled, not paying too much attention, but focusing all of his attention on the hundred herbs, carefully collected the hundred herbs, wrapped them with a piece of cloth, and put them in himself. In the arms.

Do everything well, Meng Fan can be regarded as letting go, secretly sighing his good luck. Excited, Meng Fan weighed the black beads in his hand and muttered softly, "Hey, this thing is quite heavy!" While speaking, he casually put the beads in his arms.

In the clothes, the blood on Meng Fan's chest touched the dark beads, and a drop of blood melted into the black beads before Meng Fan paid attention.

Between the electric light and flint, a bright light suddenly drew across the beads, bright and dazzling, trying to break the long sky of night!

"what!"

Meng Fan snorted, his mind was hot, and there seemed to be a tinge of hot sensation all over his body. In the next moment, his body slowly fell down and fell asleep deeply...