One of Zhang Zhimeng's words moved Yang Yao.
This sentence is "How do you know that you can't fly into the clouds after refining medicine?"
Yang Yao thought to himself that their current understanding of cultivation is not comprehensive. In their current understanding, refining medicine cannot fight, and refining medicine cannot fly in the clouds. But can an alchemist really not be able to fight? Is it really impossible to fly in the clouds? Who can know this.
The world of cultivation is extremely complicated and wonderful. Who can study all the ways of cultivation?
Dafeng Village currently believes that refining medicine cannot fight, but it does not mean that on a larger scale, there is no way to fight through refining medicine.
Maybe there are dolphins in China, or in Donghuang Island, or in Wuxie Continent.
But what if there really isn’t anything in Wuxie Continent?
Thinking of this, Yang Yao's heart sank.
What if there is no way to achieve combat through refining medicine in Wuxie Continent?
At this time, he thought of another possibility.
That is, maybe there is currently no way to fight through refining medicine. After all, Zhang Zhimeng just said a possibility, it may be possible, or it may not be.
If there really is no way to fight by refining medicine.
So what?
Yang Yao frowned.
What should he do at that time?
"If I find out in the end that there really is no such way, should I give up and live my life in vain? No! I will never be willing to do anything. I will never be able to live my life in vain. I must become a god. !" Yang Yao secretly clenched his fists.
"If there is no way to fight through refining medicine in the world, then I, Yang Yao, will be the first person in history!"
"Yes, I will be the first person." Yang Yao looked into the distance.
"Who was born with fetal poison, it was me."
"My destiny is extraordinary! It is destined that I, Yang Yao, will never be ordinary in my life. Maybe it is my destiny to become a medicine god."
"Yes, this is my destiny!" Yang Yao's arms tightened.
"Perhaps my destiny, Yang Yao, is to become an epoch-making god of medicine and create a path to godhood in Wuxie Continent using medicine to cultivate Taoism."
"Yes, that must be the case! I never thought of that before."
"That must be the case. Haha, I finally no longer feel inferior. I finally no longer blame myself. I finally found a way. Haha."
"God of Medicine, I'm here. I only belong to you, and you only belong to me." Yang Yao's eyes narrowed.
"I am the one-of-a-kind medicine god."
"I am the real one among ten thousand!"
Yang Yao's brows were wrinkled together, about to squeeze out the water. Thinking of this, he relaxed again, put on a confident smile, and said to Zhang Zhimeng: "Xiao Meng, you are right, no one knows what refining medicine can do." I can't fight. Even if I don't, I will be the first person in history."
Hou Yifei was stunned and said, "Brother Yao, why are you so confident all of a sudden?"
Yang Yao smiled and said: "Because I suddenly realized it. So what if there is no way to fight through refining medicine in the world? Aren't all methods created by people? Even if there is no way, can't I create it?"
Hou Yifei gave a thumbs up and said: "Brother Yao is awesome. Originally I just asked you to create a left-hand pistol technique, but now you actually want to create a method of refining medicine to become a god. This bragging is really big, I admire you."
Yang Yao grinned and said: "You still have to brag about your awesomeness. What if you succeed? In short, I will never be willing to be a rotten salted fish."
"Support." Hou Yifei gave two thumbs up, "I completely agree, and I will definitely not be a salty fish."
Zhang Zhimeng said leisurely: "Maybe there is a way to refine medicine and become a god in Wuxie Continent, but we in Dafeng Village don't know about it. Besides, even if there isn't, so what. Can't Brother Yao create one by himself? I I heard a sentence that was very interesting.”
Hou Yifei asked: "What are you talking about?"
Zhang Zhimeng said: "Those are the words of a philosopher. He said, 'There is no road in the world. Because people walked, roads appeared.' Even if there is no road to achieve godhood through medicine, as long as Brother Yao walks, there will be a road. ?"
"That's right." Hou Yifei patted his thigh lightly, "Who said this, it seems to make sense. Brother Yao, you have to work harder. If you really have to create your own, it will be a bit difficult."
Zhang Zhimeng said: "Brother Yao, I think Gun Dao is really good. If you want to become the God of Medicine, you can also practice Gun Dao. Anyway, you definitely need a combat skill. I recommend you to practice Gun Dao. Gun Dao is really good." It’s a good way to become a god. Even if you can’t become a gun god, it’s still worth practicing self-defense. Really.”
Zhang Zhimeng said it with sincerity and sincerity.
Yang Yao glanced at Zhang Zhimeng, thinking about what the other person said.
To use medicine to enter the Tao and become a god, one must be able to protect oneself and kill the enemy.
Self-protection can be achieved by refining medicine and tempering the body.
How to kill the enemy?
poison?
Yes, poison can be achieved, but the effect of poison is too slow. There is no poison that can kill people quickly. This will need to be studied carefully in the future. I heard that it exists, but it just needs a prescription, so be sure to get as many prescriptions as possible. If there is no prescription, it would be too slow to test one by one.
Martial arts are also good and can be practiced. The three-in-one spear technique in Dafeng Village can be practiced now.
Even if you can't practice the spear light, as long as you are strong, you can still stab someone to death.
Who said you have to have a gun to stab someone to death?
Ha ha
Yang Yao figured this out, smiled at Zhang Zhimeng and said, "Okay, I will practice the three-in-one marksmanship in our village, but I have to change this marksmanship into a left-handed pistol technique, and I will discuss it with you then."
Zhang Zhimeng was in need of someone to accompany him to verify his marksmanship, so he nodded quickly and said, "Okay, okay, I just like to verify my marksmanship with you."
Hou Yifei said: "Brother Yao, since you don't have spiritual power now, I won't recommend you to practice spiritual skills. When you have spiritual power in the future, you can practice your spiritual skills again and compete with me."
Yang Yaodao: "Why wait so long? Wait for me to temper my body for a few days, practice some poison, and then fight you."
Hou Yifei was startled and said, "Ah, Brother Yao, you won't poison me, will you?"
"What do you think?" Yang Yao smiled mysteriously.
Hou Yifei looked nervous and said: "Brother Yao, if you use poison, you have to prepare the antidote in advance. Don't poison me to death. I am the only treasure in my family."
Yang Yao said contemptuously: "What nonsense, there will definitely be an antidote. What's the relationship between us? I can poison you to death. Let's do it this way. I won't use poison when we compete with you in the future. We just count the time. Anyway, poison The medicine is slow-acting and relies on time. Let’s set a time. If you can beat me within three minutes, you win.”
"This method is good. Brother Yao, your method is good. Let's see how many minutes you can hold on. Then you can study defensive methods vigorously. I will study offensive methods vigorously." Hou Yifei immediately became interested.
Yang Yaodao: "I definitely have to study defense, but who says I can't attack. When I master my left-hand pistol skills, I can fight you."
Hou Yifei suddenly thought that Yang Yao's left hand was very powerful. Although he had no spiritual power and could not practice spear light, he was very powerful and powerful. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little stressed, but he was not afraid and said: "Okay, now that you say that, I feel a little stressed. But I really want to experience your left-hand shooting technique."
