After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Feiyu finally walked out of the hut.

When the medicinal gathering disciples saw Zhao Feiyu, they all looked helpless, fearing that Zhao Feiyu would ask for medicinal herbs from them again.

During this time, Zhao Feiyu began to frantically refine the elixir.

With the help of the terrifying restorative power of the elixirs refined from those heaven-level herbs, Zhao Feiyu was able to continuously refine the elixirs.

If there were no pills refined from heaven-level herbs, I am afraid that the spiritual energy in Zhao Feiyu's body would have been exhausted long ago, and the power of his soul would have been exhausted. However, after swallowing the pills refined from heaven-level herbs,

After taking the elixir, Zhao Feiyu was able to return to her best condition.

He stretched out slowly, and then inserted his consciousness into the identity ring.

I saw a small pile of elixirs of different colors placed in that space. Those elixirs were the results of the elixirs that Zhao Feiyu had refined these days.

Zhao Feiyu looked at the elixirs with an extremely satisfied expression. He looked into the hut again. There were black medicinal residues of the same height piled on the side of the clay platform. It was obvious that the black medicinal residues were the elixirs refined by Zhao Feiyu.

The product of failure.

From a distance, it looks like a pile of coal.

Obviously, compared with the pile of successfully refined elixirs in Zhao Feiyu's identity ring, Zhao Feiyu failed much more times.

"Hey, no wonder small families and small sects of cultivating immortals don't have such existence as alchemists." Zhao Feiyu couldn't help but sigh, "This level of consumption of medicinal herbs is simply not something that a small family or small sect can bear. That is,

The Fengling Sect is very wealthy, so it can support so many alchemists."

Zhao Feiyu smiled and waved her hands towards the few herb picking disciples. Those herb picking disciples all had black lines on their faces. They looked at the almost empty medicinal fields with black lines on their faces.

The herbs in those medicinal fields are carefully taken care of by them on weekdays. It would be fine if Zhao Feiyu could successfully refine these herbs. As a result, the chance of Zhao Feiyu's success is really too small. They often float in the hut where he is.

There was a burning smell, and often thick black smoke would come out from the cracks in the hut, making the herb collectors repeatedly think that the hut where Zhao Feiyu was staying was on fire.

With Zhao Feiyu's continuous refining, the air around the thatched house that was originally filled with the green fragrance of vegetation became a little turbid, and the herbs growing in the medicinal fields near the thatched house became a little sluggish. If this continues,

, I'm afraid he will die in the medicine field.

Those medicine-gathering disciples only have one wish at this moment, and that is for Zhao Feiyu to leave the medicine garden quickly and stop causing trouble to them.

Zhao Feiyu bowed to the herb picking disciples and walked out of the medicine garden.

The few medicine-gathering disciples instantly looked happy. It was obvious that Zhao Feiyu was finally leaving, and their nightmare was finally coming to an end.

Mr. Guo happened to walk out of the wooden house at the entrance of the medicine garden and met Zhao Feiyu face to face.

"Have you finished practicing?" Mr. Guo said.

Zhao Feiyu couldn't help but smile after hearing the ancient words, "After practicing, I feel that my refining level is almost the same. It's time to leave."

"If you don't leave, I'm afraid you will consume all the herbs in this medicine garden." Mr. Guo said helplessly, "As a former herb collector, you should also know that many of the herbs here are made from

Beings like you came from the outside world with great hardships. Since you are now a disciple of Elder Zhang Hong, and this medicine garden also serves Elder Zhang Hong and his disciples, there is nothing wrong with you consuming the herbs here.

, but remember not to be extravagant and wasteful.”

Zhao Feiyu couldn't help but look embarrassed after hearing Mr. Guo's words, nodded and hurriedly walked out of the medicine garden.

"It's bad, this old guy thought I was deliberately wasting the herbs in the medicine garden because I was grudged about what happened before, but I was really refining the elixir seriously..." Zhao Feiyu

He sighed helplessly.

"To be honest, your talent for refining elixirs is really poor. I have seen alchemists from many races, and you can't even compare to them." Sander said unceremoniously.

After hearing Sander's words, Zhao Feiyu thought of the pile of failed refining medicine dregs in the hut, and couldn't help but sigh. Although Sander's words made Zhao Feiyu very angry, Zhao Feiyu couldn't find any reason to refute.

The trails in these forests do not lead to each medicine garden, some of them also extend deep into the forest and then disappear.

Zhao Feiyu obviously came to such a trail. There was no road ahead of him. There were dense vegetation, birds chirping and insects deep in the depths, and no signs of monk activity.

In the distance, the sky was almost dark, and darkness was about to cover everything.

"It's broken, we went the wrong way." Zhao Feiyu looked helpless. It would be a little difficult to go back at this time.

If darkness enveloped the land, Zhao Feiyu could not see the direction at all and could only use spiritual flames to illuminate the surrounding scene. However, if he kept using his spiritual consciousness, it would consume too much of his soul power.

If we use those means to retreat, I'm afraid it will be dawn when we go out.

"Why don't we just find a place to rest here." Zhao Feiyu thought, and then used his spiritual consciousness to scan around.

Not long after, Zhao Feiyu found a rock protruding from the cliff. The rock was extremely flat and very high from the ground, so it would not be disturbed by insects, snakes, or poisons.

Zhao Feiyu jumped onto the rock, then lay down relaxedly, looking at the stars in the sky. Except for the chirping of birds and the chirping of insects, everything seemed extremely quiet.

When Zhao Feiyu was about to fall asleep, a rustling sound came.

It was obvious that something was approaching the cliff where Zhao Feiyu was.

Zhao Feiyu suddenly woke up, but did not move rashly, just lying on the rock.

The rustling sound got closer and closer, and soon they arrived at the foot of the cliff where Zhao Feiyu was.

Zhao Feiyu did not dare to use his spiritual consciousness to scan. He poured his soul power into an unknown soul technique and scanned downwards.

He saw a ball of divine soul light staying below him.

It was obvious that he was a human monk and not a monster.

Moreover, Zhao Feiyu was extremely familiar with the divine aura of the divine soul light group.

"Mr. Guo?" Zhao Feiyu knew the owner of the aura of the divine soul light group, "What is this old guy doing here at this time? He can't be here for the big one, right?"

Mr. Guo stayed below Zhao Feiyu, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms, carved a mysterious symbol on it, and then muttered something.

The talisman paper carried some kind of mysterious power, and then slowly floated in front of Mr. Guo, and burst into flames with a bang.

A purple light emerged quietly, slowly spinning, and a devouring force quietly came.

Mr. Guo circulated the spiritual energy in his body, and streams of spiritual energy and blood were intertwined and flowed into the purple light.

Zhao Feiyu quietly hid on the rock, revealing a pair of eyes and looking at everything below.

"Hey, dear, what is this old man doing?" Zhao Feiyu's eyes were full of doubts.

It was obvious that Mr. Guo seemed to be performing some kind of mysterious ritual, and the purple vortex was constantly devouring Mr. Guo's blood and spiritual energy.

Mr. Guo's originally somewhat prosperous body had gradually shriveled up, and his cultivation had gradually weakened.

With the continuous loss of spiritual energy and blood in the body, Mr. Guo's body and cultivation are also constantly weakening.

It was obvious that Mr. Guo had contributed some of his strength and cultivation. As for where the purple vortex led, Zhao Feiyu could not know.

The ceremony was held for about half an hour. With Mr. Guo's breath, the purple vortex gradually dissipated, carrying the blood and spiritual energy that Mr. Guo had contributed to unknown destinations.

And Mr. Guo's body has become extremely thin, like a person who has been seriously ill for a long time. Although he has the cultivation level of the early Earth Xuan, there is not much spiritual energy left in his body, and his combat effectiveness is no longer at all.

Mr. Guo adjusted his breathing for a moment, then slowly stood up, but did not move. He did not know what he was thinking about.

Zhao Feiyu was puzzled. He moved his numb arm, but unexpectedly a piece of rock debris fell from the rock and landed right behind Mr. Guo.

Mr. Guo suddenly turned around and met Zhao Feiyu's eyes.

Zhao Feiyu didn't dare to move and could only smile, not knowing what to say.

When Mr. Guo saw Zhao Feiyu, the colors in his eyes were extremely complicated.

The two looked at each other in silence.

After a while, Mr. Guo said, his voice extremely hoarse, "Have you seen everything?"

"Yeah." Zhao Feiyu replied.

Elder Guo sighed, and his eyes were instantly stained with a scarlet color.

"Then you deserve to die!" Mr. Guo exuded a strong killing aura, and blasted his right hand towards the rock where Zhao Feiyu was.

A huge fist shadow instantly enlarged and struck the rock where Zhao Feiyu was.

There was a huge shattering sound, and the rock on which Zhao Feiyu was standing shattered.

Zhao Feiyu fell towards the earth together with the rock fragments.

The figure of Mr. Guo flashed and appeared in front of Zhao Feiyu in an instant. His withered right hand pinched Zhao Feiyu's neck.

Zhao Feiyu snorted coldly, his blood surged, and he punched Mr. Guo's right hand.

Mr. Guo's right hand was shattered instantly, with flesh, blood and broken bones flying everywhere.

The two landed almost at the same time.

Zhao Feiyu's right fist was dripping with blood, while Guo Lao's right hand had been shattered, leaving only the bone stubble at the wrist exposed, which looked extremely terrifying.

Looking at his right arm dripping with blood, Mr. Guo looked at Zhao Feiyu coldly, the murderous intent in his eyes getting stronger.

He roared angrily and charged towards Zhao Feiyu again, like a ferocious beast.

Zhao Feiyu kicked Mr. Guo, and Mr. Guo's body instantly flew out and hit the ground heavily, and then he gasped for air.

It was obvious that Mr. Guo had lost all his strength after sacrificing his blood and spiritual energy just now. Although he was a monk in the Earth Xuan Realm, he was no match for Zhao Feiyu.

Zhao Feiyu walked slowly towards Mr. Guo and stood next to Mr. Guo like he was condescending.

"What were you doing just now?" Zhao Feiyu asked, "I have no enmity with you, and I don't want to deliberately spy on you."

Mr. Guo stared at Zhao Feiyu with his scarlet eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "As his disciple, you will be like this sooner or later."

After saying that, Mr. Guo made two fingers of his left hand together and suddenly inserted it into his chest, and he fell.

Zhao Feiyu looked at Mr. Guo's body and didn't know what to say.


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