Early the next morning, as dawn broke and the sun had not yet risen, the team of medicine slaves was ready. Chen Fan disappeared among the medicine slaves, his expression was calm and there was nothing strange about him, and he followed the team without saying a word. Pan Sen, who originally planned to see him make a fool of himself, couldn't help but be shocked when he saw him return to normal.
Over the past few days, every drug slave who has taken Duangchang Powder has experienced a night of painful torture. His face is as pale as paper, his whole body is weak, and the weak ones can't even walk. Even those who are physically strong will look pained and frightened.
However, Chen Fan's steps were steady, his face was rosy, and he didn't look injured at all, which made Pan Sen full of suspicion.
Pan Sen observed for a moment, and after confirming that Chen Fan was indeed safe and sound, he came to the front of the team with a frown and reported Chen Fan's situation to Yan Ruyu and Mendel.
"Don't worry about him." Old God Mendel was here, "Since that kid is a warrior, he won't show abnormal behavior so easily. When the energy in his body is exhausted, he will be like others. I know the power of Duangchangsan. .”
"Well, go ahead and keep an eye on him." Yan Ruyu ordered calmly.
Seeing that the two of them were so relieved, Pan Sen didn't say much. After returning to the team honestly, he continued to keep a close eye on Chen Fan, lest he did anything unusual.
"Master, how long do you think he will be in agony?" After Pan Sen left, Yan Ruyu hesitated and asked Mendel. She wished that Chen Fan would struggle in pain immediately, so that she could feel free.
"Just be patient, it will be about the same tonight."
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The night is getting darker, and the bright moon shines in the dark sky like a bright pearl.
While setting up camp, Mendel and Yan Ruyu came to Chen Fan again. Looking from a distance, Chen Fan was sitting on the ground, lowering his head and eating low-quality food, without any sign of pain.
Miss Yan hesitated for a moment and said to Mendel: "Master, this person seems to be no ordinary medicine slave. Did we make a mistake?"
Mendel's face darkened when he heard this, and he snorted coldly: "Are you questioning my skills in refining medicine?"
Miss Yan shook her head hurriedly and defended: "The effectiveness of Master's Broken Heart Powder is obvious to all and is admirable. But now, this person is safe and sound. We are wondering whether Master accidentally missed some medicinal ingredients in the last bowl of medicine?"
"Miss Yan, although I, Mendel, am not a top alchemist, I have never made any mistakes in refining medicine." Mendel looked unhappy, and there was a hint of threat in his words: "If you don't believe in my ability, today Then we can part ways.”
Seeing this, Miss Yan hurriedly smiled and said: "Master, please calm down. Yan Yu never meant this. She is just a little confused in her heart. Please don't take offense, master."
"Hmph!" Mendel ignored him and walked straight towards Chen Fan like lightning.
Chen Fan lowered his head, pretending not to know Mendel's purpose, but secretly thinking about ways to escape. This ruthless old man is not only an alchemist, but also a warrior in the Qi Gathering Realm. With his current strength, head-on confrontation is definitely not the best idea.
Mendel flew over, his movements as fast as the wind, and his eyes flashed with a sinister light. He reached out and clasped Chen Fan's arm. Pure vitality condensed on his dry fingers, rushing into Chen Fan's body like electricity. Chen Fan felt a sharp pain in his arm, as if he had been pierced by a steel needle, and his veins seemed to be torn apart.
Mendel's vitality traveled around Chen Fan's body and finally returned to Mendel's fingers. His face was solemn, as if he was confused about Chen Fan's situation. It stands to reason that Chen Fan, who had been poisoned by Duangchang Powder, had already been depleted of vitality and had ulcers in his intestines and stomach. However, the Chen Fan in front of him was still calm and calm, not looking like a poisoned person at all.
Mendel snorted coldly, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He knew that Chen Fan must be hiding something, but he also understood that with Chen Fan's current strength, it was impossible to resist the toxicity of Duangchang Powder. He decided to observe Chen Fan for a while longer, and if Chen Fan was still fine, he would personally know about his life.
Chen Fan let him grab his arm without resisting.
"Master, how are you?" Yan Ruyu walked over and asked curiously. There was a vicious look in her eyes
Mendel said sullenly, "Wait another day and see." He didn't understand what was going on. He didn't think about "Martial Soul" at all, because "Martial Soul" was not something that ordinary warriors could possess. He has never heard of a "martial spirit" that can make the body heal itself.
Yan Ruyu nodded. Although she was full of doubts, she couldn't say much. She just glanced at Chen Fan strangely, not knowing what vicious thoughts she had in mind.
The next night, Mendel and Yan Ruyu came over again and checked Chen Fan's body again, and found that Chen Fan's intestines and stomach were still not ulcerated. Mendel's face became even more ugly and he said he would wait another day and see.
On the third night, the two came again. Mendel checked, but still found nothing. His face became more and more gloomy, and he thought to himself: "Does this guy really have a 'Martial Spirit'?"
On the fourth night, Mendel came over again. This time, Mendel held two bowls of Broken Heart Powder in his hands. When it came time for Chen Fan, he asked Pan Sen to call a medicine slave named Gu Luo, and asked Chen Fan and Gu Luo to mix the newly refined medicine together. Drink the Changchang Powder.
Chen Fan drank the Duangchang Powder very cooperatively.
"I made these two bowls of heartbroken powder at once." Mendel watched him finish the drink and then said this lukewarmly. There was a sinister look in his eyes, as if he was confident in his poison.
Yan Ruyu nodded, "As long as Gu Luo's body is rotten, it means there is something wrong with this guy's health. Yan Yu understands what the master means." Her tone was full of confidence, as if she had seen the scene of Chen Fan's death from poisoning.
"Yes." Mendel nodded, "Let's come back tomorrow at this time and compare and see." His tone was full of expectation, as if he had already seen his own success.
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In this endless darkness, Chen Fan sat cross-legged with a solemn expression. He tried to adjust his breathing, to harmonize his inner throbbing with his surroundings. Gradually, his mood became peaceful, as if he was integrated with this endless darkness.
As his breath gradually stabilized, Chen Fan began to mobilize the vitality in his body. That weak ray of vitality was like a newly born bud, weaving through his muscles and veins. He carefully controlled its direction, feeling its flow within his body.
Suddenly, his mind moved, and the ray of vitality quickly shuttled from one vein to another like a spiritual snake. It was like a naughty elf, guided by Chen Fan's thoughts, freely shuttled between various tendons.
Gradually, the energy finally gathered on his right index finger. Chen Fan held his breath and concentrated on that ray of vitality. Suddenly, his mind moved, and his vitality rushed toward his index finger like an arrow from a string. The speed is getting faster and faster, as if it is going to penetrate the skin and reach the sky.
At this moment, Chen Fan seemed to be integrated with the surrounding environment, and his heart was filled with endless power, as if it could shake the world. And all of this stems from his precise control of the vitality in his body.
"Chichi!"
His index finger was like a lonely weed growing wildly in the wilderness. However, the tip of this weed revealed an indescribable anguish and struggle.
That vitality, like a bolt of lightning, shuttled through Chen Fan's meridians, letting out low roars one after another, but stopped abruptly at the fingertips, like a beast imprisoned in a cage, frantically rushing against the railings of the cage. Trying to find an opening to escape.
"call!"
Taking a deep breath, Chen Fan dejectedly returned his energy to his lower abdomen and muttered in an inaudible voice: "It still doesn't work..."
There are three heavens in the realm of inducing qi. Cultivate the vitality into the first heaven. Master the vitality so that it can circulate around the sky with your thoughts and become the second heaven. You can rush the vitality out of the body's skin and flesh and overflow from the body into the third heaven. sky.
Chen Fan has reached the realm of the second heaven. He was practicing hard at the moment, trying to gather more vitality to attack the third heaven. However, as hard as he tried, he never succeeded. The flesh on the fingertips seemed to have become an insurmountable barrier.
Chen Fan sighed in his heart: "The cultivation of martial arts is not achieved overnight. My vitality is still insufficient. It needs to be more condensed and strengthened before I can continue to attack." In this crisis-ridden situation, he felt a sense of urgency that he had never experienced before. , making him look a little impatient. However, he understood that only by calming down and working steadily could he break through the predicament at hand.
Chen Fan knew that the power of Duangchang Powder would be revealed tomorrow. At that time, the medicine slave named Gu Luo would be eroded by it, and his intestines and stomach would be in disrepair, even affecting his internal organs.
Mendel, the mysterious alchemy master, once he connected Gu Luo's death with Chen Fan's abnormality, he would understand that there was actually nothing wrong with the Broken Heart Powder, and that his body was different from ordinary people. This will surely cause new troubles. To avoid future troubles, Yan Ruyu may kill him immediately.
In addition, Gu Luo will show signs of poisoning tomorrow morning when the power of Duangchang Powder takes effect. At that time, all the warriors will no longer practice hard and will all focus on this. Chen Fan knew that if he wanted to escape, he must seize the opportunity, tonight!
Looking up at the stars, Chen Fan's eyes were firm and he had a plan in mind.
