Early the next morning, Yang Xiao began to participate in the training of the gold medal guard team.
In a square, dozens of large vats were lined up, each of which contained half a vat of black potion.
Yang Xiao had read about the steps of practicing the Flying Leopard Magic Skill yesterday and knew that this was the "medicine soak" before running every day.
Yang Xiao glanced at it. Although it was the same large vat, the colors of the potions in the vat were somewhat different. Some were as black as ink, and some were as thick as porridge. However, the potion in the vat in front of Yang Xiao was only light black. .
The name "Yang Xiao" was written on the front of the big vat, and the vat next to it said "Wanyan He".
Yang Xiao turned around and asked Wanyan He,
"Why are the potions in the jars different in color and thickness?"
Wanyan He smiled and said:
"You are new here, and you and I are both at the intermediate level of genetic evolution, which is considered the worst among everyone. This potion should naturally be lighter.
Don't underestimate this potion, you will know after you sit in it. "
"I read the training instructions yesterday. It said it would cause extreme itching?"
Why did Wanyan smile and say nothing.
The staff are still adding different potions to different vats. It seems that everyone's potions are specially prepared.
Yang Xiao now knows why the number of Royal Gold Medal Guards is so small. This job alone is not easy. If he guessed correctly, the potions in the vat are also valuable.
"Why didn't you see Wanyankang and the elders from yesterday?"
"Do you think they still need to continue practicing the Flying Leopard Magic Art? Everyone has their own evolutionary ceiling. When they have made no progress in practicing the Flying Leopard Magic Art, there is no need to continue practicing."
Yang Xiao nodded.
Wanyancuo, the elder of the training hall, stood on a big rock and said loudly:
"Okay, everyone, the potion has been adjusted. You can start practicing. It's all old rules. I don't need to say more."
More than thirty practitioners at the scene jumped into the vat and sat in it.
Yang Xiao saw Wanyan He sitting in the water tank, so he jumped into it too.
Yang Xiao adjusted his sitting position so that the potion in the water tank was just up to his neck.
The temperature of the water was a bit warm, and Yang Xiao felt a slight tingling sensation on his skin. He thought to himself, that's all, this potion is not effective.
The elder of the training hall walked to Yang Xiao's water tank and glanced at Yang Xiao.
"Yang Xiao, how do you feel?"
"Elder, I feel normal. Is the potion not strong enough?"
Wanyan He, who was soaking in the water tank next to him, heard this and quickly glanced at Yang Xiao and said softly,
"Yang Xiao, don't seek death."
Wan Yancuo, the elder of the cultivation hall, smiled lightly and said:
"The medicine is not effective enough? If you don't cry for father and mother after ten minutes, let's talk about it."
After hearing this, Yang Xiao had no choice but to shut up and sit peacefully in the potion vat.
According to the requirements of cultivation, you only need to simply sit in the potion tank and do not need to run any exercises.
Within a few minutes, Wanyan He's face turned red, his expression was painful, his teeth clenched loudly, and he groaned a few times.
Yang Xiao could tell that he had deliberately suppressed the scream, otherwise it would have been very painful if he let go of his throat and shouted.
Yang Xiao felt it carefully and found that except for the numbness on the surface of the skin that was slightly aggravated, there was no particularly painful feeling.
"Hey, Brother He, what about it? Is it that painful?"
As soon as Yang Xiao finished speaking, he heard several cultivators sitting in the medicine vat on the other side of him also start to grit their teeth and hum in a low voice.
After a few more minutes, the entire courtyard was filled with low groans of pain.
"Holy shit, what about that? Are all the men in the Flying Leopard Empire so sissy? Are you humming with such a numb feeling?"
Wanyan He on the side was grinning in pain and was no longer in the mood to joke with Yang Xiao.
Wan Yancuo, the elder of the training hall in the distance, glanced at Yang Xiao, frowned slightly, walked over, looked at Yang Xiao, and asked with some surprise:
"You, you really don't feel anything?"
Yang Xiao smiled and said:
"It's not that I don't feel anything, I just feel a little numb, like being scratched."
Elder Wan Yancuo was accompanied by two guards. After hearing this, their expressions changed.
Elder Wanyancuo shouted to the guards beside him:
"Go and call the person who made the medicine today."
After a while, the worker who was responsible for adding potion to the vat ran over.
"Elder, you called me?"
"Did you add the potion in Yang Xiao's water tank?"
"Back to elder, it was me who added it."
"Is there any missing medicine? Why doesn't he feel anything?"
The staff member glanced at Yang Xiao and saw that Yang Xiao looked calm and not in any pain, and his face didn't even turn red. He felt strange in his heart and muttered:
"It's impossible. How could the potion I added myself have no effect?"
After saying that, he put his hand deep into the water tank.
Then, Yang Xiao heard a scream,
"ah!"
The staff member's entire hand turned red and quickly swelled to about twice as much.
Elder Wan Yancuo was startled. With a slight wave of his right hand, a white ice mist spurted out, wrapping the staff member's swollen hand, and then took out an antidote pill and put it into his mouth.
"Swallow it quickly!"
The staff member quickly swallowed the detoxification pill, while Wanyancuo kept spraying white ice mist on his hand. After about a few minutes, the staff member quickly alleviated the pain and stopped making any howling sounds.
"Go back and rest and soak your hands in ice water for an hour."
Wanyancuo waved to the staff.
"Yes, thank you elder."
The staff hurriedly ran to nearby dormitories.
Yang Xiao was suddenly a little frightened. He quickly looked down at the potion in the water tank and reached out to wipe his skin, fearing that he would be the same as the staff member.
The guy just stretched his head to explore the potion in the water tank, but his whole body was soaked in it, especially the lower body and the more sensitive parts, just in case...
Yang Xiao simply couldn't imagine it.
Elder Wanyancuo glanced at Yang Xiao's face and sneered:
"Why are you panicking? You are at the intermediate level of the emperor. That person just now is only at the intermediate level of the king. His defense attributes and resistance are much worse than yours, so he was injured by this potion."
After hearing this, Yang Xia felt a little calmer and asked:
"This potion is so powerful, but why don't I feel anything?"
"..."
Wanyancuo and several staff looked at Yang Xiao with confused expressions on their faces.
Yang Xiao turned his head and glanced at the nearby evolvers. They were soaking in the water tank, their faces were red, their expressions were painful, and they were gritting their teeth and humming in a low voice.
Wanyancuo put his hand into Yang Xiao's water tank and explored the potion. He put his hand dipped in the potion in front of his nose and smelled it, then stuck out his tongue and licked it.
"There's nothing wrong with the potion, the problem is with you."
"On me?"
Yang Xiao opened his mouth wide with confusion on his face.
"What questions can I have?"
