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In the Black Wood Cliff Hall, Xin Han held a medicine bottle containing the immortal pill, and his arms were so excited that he trembled. How many people were convinced of the alchemy and what they wanted was that, could he not be excited about what he had in his hands?

When I opened the pill bottle, the fragrance of medicine spread out, making people feel shocked when they asked.

Xin Han smiled and wondered if this was a psychological effect.

When I put the pills inside, I saw three yellow pills in my palms, and Xin Han frowned. Why did the immortal medicine look so good? There was nothing surprising. Moreover, there were only three pills in the bottle, which was not enough to divide it.

He was not pharmacological and must have been unable to understand. He put away the elixir and left only two in his hand, so he directly called Pingyi's finger.

Pingyi pointed to kowtow when he came to the hall.

Xin Hanyi waved his hand: "No need to be polite, come to see the pills in my hand."

Pingyi looked up and saw the leader holding a pill with his right hand. He hurried over and asked, "Master, is there any mystery?"

Xin Han frowned and said, "This is the elixir of immortality. How come you can't see anything special?"

Pingyi pointed out that when he heard the elixir, he fell to the ground. He felt sore and soft all over. He couldn't believe that the legendary immortal medicine was right in front of him, and there were two more!

Xin Hanyi quickly lifted him up with one hand and placed it on the chair next to him: "I said Lao Ping, what's wrong with you?"

Pingyi pointed ashamed and said, "The first time I saw the immortal pill in my heart, I couldn't help but feel excited. But what's the special thing you mean by the leader?"

Xin Han then turned his eyes to the elixir: "The elixir of immortality, such a magical elixir should not have any rays of light, thousands of auspicious colors, etc., how come it looks like a mud ball."

In fact, what he disliked was that the First Emperor's Golden Pill was really like the shit Golden Pill. How similar was this color.

Pingyi said that he felt funny about the leader’s thoughts. You are the reincarnation of an immortal. The pill you brought to ask me?

However, Pingyi said that he had calmed down at this time, and the leader had to answer any questions. He hurriedly stood up and observed carefully: "The leader should know that the truth that divine objects are obscuring themselves."

He raised his nose and smelled it carefully, nodded, and shook his head again.

Xin Han asked, "Lao Ping, what do you mean?"

Pingyi pointed: "I can tell the elixirs like this, and then I can tell the difference between ten of the medicinal materials. However, this elixir has been refined with at least hundreds of herbs, and there are many poisons in it, so it is difficult for the subordinates to distinguish it in time."

Xin Han was stupid. Is that your nose or a scanner? I only smelled these data. If you could crack this pill recipe soon after you smell it?"

"Why are you sure to deduce the pill recipe?" Xin Han put the pill into the bottle, then looked at Pingyi in anticipation.

Pingyi pointed out that after thinking about it, he asked, "Dare you ask the leader, how many pills are there in total?"

Xin Han smiled bitterly and said, "This is an immortal pill. How many more do you want to have? These two pills were obtained through hard work."

Pingyi shook his head and said, "The leader must know that if you deduce the pill recipe, you must break the pill. Since there are not many pills, your subordinates dare not deduce it. In order to avoid wasting the pills, you will also ask the master to visit famous doctors from all directions. At that time, you can work together to deduce the pill recipe and the alchemy technique. The prescription is a complete solution."

Xin Han nodded. What Lao Ping said made sense, and then asked, "I wonder if Lao Ping, you have anyone to choose?"

Pingyi pointed out: "If you want to invite someone to deduce together, at least your medical skills must be comparable to your subordinates. If you are not even at your subordinates, there is no need to invite them."

Xin Han said: "It's reasonable, but I don't know which famous doctor has the same medical skills as you?"

Pingyi pointed to Yi's stinky face: "I have never met such a person in my life."

Xin Han really wants to print a big foot on his arrogant face. Don’t you know how to tease me?

But if you think about it, you should be more cautious. After all, there are only three immortal pills, and each pill is a precious treasure.

Xin Hanyi thought that if there is no such miracle doctor in this world, then go to other worlds to look for it. He remembered that in the world of Yitian, Hu Qingniu, the Ming Cult, was known as the "Domestic Valley Medical Immortal", and his medical skills were the best in the world of Yitian.

So I looked for him first and asked Pingyi to retreat. Xin Han planned to start communicating with the world of Yitian.

Unexpectedly, Pingyi pointed at the bottle containing the elixir: "Master, this elixir..."

Xin Han said: "I plan to have someone take this pill first and leave it for you to study, but you still have to wait. I really have a candidate for a miracle doctor. When I take the person, I will take out the remaining pills and you will start researching it."

Pingyi pointed out: "The leader must not be there. There are only two pills in total. According to the subordinates, they should be used to deduce the pill formula. It is important to know that more pills will have more chances. If you fail because of the lack of pills, you will lose more money."

Damn! When you break the pill and study it, you will get rid of it and lose the medicinal properties. Nothing can be found. I will cry to death.

But then I thought, I should bear it for the sake of the pill recipe first, but I don’t believe that if I gathered famous doctors from ancient times to the present, I would still not understand this pill recipe.

It is not about refining elixirs from scratch, but about taking out finished products to study. Xin Han believes that it should not be that difficult, so he simply endured it first.

"Okay, as you say, but this pill is safe to put in my place. I will take it out and study it when everything is ready."

Xin Han has a Void Ring, which has its own preservation function. If it is placed outside, what should I do if the pill expires? Who knows whether the pill practiced by this mortal is expired?

"This... I obey the order." Pingyi said that she wanted to ask Xin Han to take a look at the pill, but when the leader was not happy, she had to retreat reluctantly.

Pingyi refers to the fact that after retreating, Xin Han directly communicates with the world of Yitian and establishes a crossing channel.

The Yitian world not only has Butterfly Valley Medical Immortals, but also many good things that Xin Han has been thinking about for a long time, such as the Great Transfer of the Universe and the Yitian Sword, which he was determined to get. As for the others, I will talk about them when I meet them.

It is very interesting to choose the entry time of the World of Heaven. Xin Han cannot choose to enter at the beginning of the plot. In that case, Zhang Wuji has not been born yet, and he cannot wait until Zhang Wuji grows up, because Hu Qingniu was dead at that time.

Therefore, Xin Han could only choose the time when the Xuanming Divine Palm Cold Poison in Zhang Wuji's body to enter this world.

This time, Xin Han didn't plan to bring a few girls. Xiao Ao brought a few girls because he was not strong at the time, and now he has enough confidence in himself.

He greeted several girls. Xin Han entered the world of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying.

A ferry boat was flowing down the river. There were only an old shipmen on the ferry, carrying a old Taoist priest with white hair and white beards, a fairy-like Taoist priest and a teenager in his teenager.

The old Taoist priest was talking to the boy and suddenly heard a loud voice from afar on the river: "Stop the boat quickly and hand over the child obediently, and the Buddha will spare your life, otherwise don't blame the ruthlessness."

The sound came from the waves and was clearly heard. Obviously, the person who called was not weak.

The old Taoist priest raised his head and saw two river boats flying like flying. When he looked at them, he saw a bearded man sitting on the tip of the small boat in front of him, paddling with his hands, and two men and women were sitting in the cabin.

The hull behind is larger, with four monks standing in the boat, and seven or eight other Mongolian military officers.

The military officers picked up the boat board and helped the water paddle together. The big bearded man had a very strong leash and had two culls. The boat rushed to a rush of more than a meter, but there were many people on the boat behind him, and the two ships were getting closer and closer.

Not long after, the military officers and monks bent their bows and arrows and shot at the big man. But they heard the feather arrows break through the air and the whimpering sound.

I saw the man rowing with his left hand and raised the wooden oar with his right hand. In the future, the arrows were blocked and shot down. The technique was very fast.

The old Taoist priest hated the Mongolian officers and soldiers who killed Han people the most in his life, so he wanted to rescue him.

Then he shouted to the boatman who was rocking the boat, "Carrier, come up."

The shipman saw the feather arrows flying around. He was already so scared that his hands were sore and his feet were weak. He tried his best to row the boat open. How could he dare to go over instead? He said in a trembling voice: "Old...Old Master..., you...you are telling a joke."

Seeing the situation, the old Taoist priest rushed over the rowing oars and pulled them twice in the water. The ferry crossed the bow and headed towards the coming boat.

Hearing the roaring sound of "Ah", the boy in the boat was hit by an arrow in the vest. The bearded man was startled and was shocked. When he leaned over to see, he was hit by arrows on his shoulders and back. The wooden oar in his hand could not be controlled, and he fell into the middle of the river and did not move when he was on the boat. The big ship behind him caught up instantly, and seven or eight Mongolian military officers and monks jumped onto the boat.

The bearded man refused to surrender, punching and kicking his feet, and striving to resist.

The old Taoist priest shouted: "Stop the Tartars, don't do anything to hurt people!"

Just as he was about to shake it twice and lean over, he suddenly saw a figure running towards the shore. The man only leapt at the shore and jumped out more than ten feet to the surface of the river.

Just when the old Taoist priest thought that this person was about to fall into the water, the man pointed his left foot on his right foot, and his body moved across the river and jumped out more than ten feet, landing on the boat opposite.

The old Taoist's eyes shrank: "What a great light skill."

After the man boarded the ship, the sword light flashed on the boat. In just breathing, the Mongolian military officers and monks fell into the water one after another, and they broke up the battle in the blink of an eye.

The person who came was dressed as a scholar, and he looked less than twenty years old, but this young man had such a high skill that surprised the old Taoist.

"My friend is really good." The old Taoist waved twice, then jumped gently onto the boat.

The person who came was Xin Han who traveled through time. He knew that the old Taoist in front of him was the best master of the Heavenly Kingdom, and even a legendary figure in history, Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang Sect.

I immediately smiled: "But Wudang Zhenren Zhang is in person!"

Zhang Sanfeng said: "It's the old Taoist, have you ever seen the old Taoist?"

"Two years ago, Zhenren Zhang went to the 100th birthday party, but he had seen the real person from afar." Xin Han had already thought of this excuse. Anyway, there were so many people going there at that time, so Zhang Sanfeng would definitely not be able to remember it for everyone.

At that birthday party, Zhang Cuishan and his wife were forced to commit suicide by heroes. This was Zhang Sanfeng's saddest birthday. When Xin Han talked about it, he couldn't help feeling sad.

As the two were talking, the little girl on the boat pounced on the male corpse in the cabin and just cried: "Dad! Dad!"

Xin Han looked at the girl who was pretty and charming, and knew that this was Zhou Zhiruo when she was young. She couldn't help but shake her head: "It's a pity that I'm late."

Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but sigh.

The man recovered at this time and clasped his fists regardless of his injuries, saying, "Dear King Chang Yuchun thanked his benefactor under Ming Zun and met Zhenren Zhang."

"Brother Chang, you are polite. As a Han Chinese, Xin Han can't see his compatriots being chased by the Tartars without saving them."

Zhang Sanfeng had heard that this person was a member of the Demon Sect and was a little displeased. However, after hearing Xin Han's words, he felt that this was the truth and nodded repeatedly. To be continued...

ps: Thank you: Old friend Hu Wei’s monthly ticket support, I haven’t seen you show up for a long time.
Chapter completed!