Chapter 255 One move

  Wang Hong directly delivered the pill to He Yuan's mouth.

   "Swallow it! You have to eat it to know if it works."

  He Yuan had no choice but to swallow the pill as promised.

  This snow-white and crystal-clear elixir is precisely made by him by mixing some other elixir with chalcedony which is more than 600 years old.

   This kind of elixir was also created by Wang Hong after a long time. It is a bit embarrassing to say the efficacy of the elixir, and it is worse than directly swallowing chalcedony.

  Because Chalcedony Mushroom is powerful, it is not easy to refine a elixir that surpasses it.

  There are ready-made prescriptions for the mature chalcedony lucidum, but now the chalcedony lucidum is not mature, and he has no auxiliary elixir.

  Anyway, his main purpose of refining it into a pill is to make people not recognize the chalcedony lucidum, so as not to be jealous.

   After He Yuan took the elixir, he felt different from the healing elixir he had taken before.

  After the elixir melted in his abdomen, a stream of clear water slowly circulated in his abdomen, gradually repairing the hole in his stomach.

  Although it was slow, it finally gave him hope.

   I just don’t know if Wang Hong still has this kind of elixir. This kind of elixir should be very precious, and there may not be too many.

   At this moment, Wang Hong handed over the jade bottle in his hand to the Qi training monk next to him.

   "There are still nine elixirs in this bottle. After the elixirs are finished, I will think of a solution depending on the situation."

  Wang Hong's original intention was to adjust the formula of alchemy to improve the quality of the elixir according to the recovery situation.

  He Yuan heard the meaning of these words. There are still nine pills left, and he took them all. After using them up, Wang Hong went to find a way to find this pill for him.

  For a while, He Yuan was so moved that he burst into tears, but he couldn't move and couldn't get out of bed, otherwise he would have to get up and salute.

   "Okay, you can rest at ease, I will avenge your revenge, and I will definitely find a way to help you heal your injury."

   After staying here for a while, Wang Hong took his leave and left. There was still a wounded person waiting for him to visit.

  Luo Zhongjie's injury is worse than that of Jia Yuan, but his cultivation base is too low, and his recovery ability is not as good as He Yuan.

  Wang Hong chatted with He Yuan for a while, left behind a bottle of elixir made from chalcedony, and then left.

  Two days later, the members of the Gao family really challenged him through the stage of life and death, and Wang Hong accepted it decisively.

  Now, even if he encounters a powerful late-stage Foundation Establishment monk, he still has the power to protect himself, so he doesn't have to worry about losing his life.

  Gao's family may be arrogant, there is no master here to bully Wang Hong.

  Maybe they are afraid of sending monks in the middle stage of foundation establishment, which will easily frighten this side.

  Anyway, the monks sent by the Gao family to challenge this time are only the third floor of the foundation.

   On the second day, audiences gathered under the stage of life and death. It is not often that you have the opportunity to see the life-and-death battle of the foundation-establishing monks.

  The two protagonists have not yet appeared on the stage, and the audience has already started talking about it.

  Especially some monks who think they are well-informed are vigorously spreading the news that they know or think about.

  A short, short, fat monk with a rosaceous nose, and a greasy face, was bragging about the news he knew to a young man at the moment.

   "The Gao family participated in the battle this time is Gao Ru. Although this Gao Ru only has the third floor of foundation building, he is also a veteran strongman. It is said that he has been successful in foundation building for more than 50 years."

   "Ah, it's been more than 50 years, why did you only build the third floor?"

  The young man beside him who was listening with gusto exclaimed.

   "This Gaoru practiced to the third level of foundation building twenty years ago, and then encountered a bottleneck. For thirty years, he has been unable to break through."

   Speaking of which, the chubby monk also felt sorry for Gao Yue.

   "Once a monk encounters a bottleneck, no matter how much he practices, he will not be able to make progress. Some people will be able to break through after a few years of hard work. Some people will need decades, hundreds of years, or even a lifetime.

   I heard that Gao Ru wanted to use life-and-death battles to break through the current bottleneck. "

  The chunky monk seems to know a lot of news.

   "When encountering a bottleneck, isn't it possible to break through with a small Breakthrough Pill?" asked the young man.

  The chunky monk looked at the young man and said:

   "Fellow Daoist should have just established the foundation not long ago, and this small breaking realm pill is so easy to buy there. Even if a pill is occasionally released, the price will be exorbitantly high, and ordinary people simply can't afford it."

   "Oh, that's it, I've been taught!" The young man bowed his hands in thanks.

   "It's a pity that it's just Gao Ru's opponent."

   Seeing that the young man turned the topic away, the chunky monk sighed and said.

   This time successfully aroused the young man's curiosity, and he couldn't help asking:

   "Why is it a pity for his opponent?"

   "Think about it, this Gao Ru has stayed on the third foundation building floor for more than 30 years, how deep will his accumulation be, and how many cards will he hide?

   I heard that Gao Ru has very few opponents among the monks in the early stage of foundation establishment.

   As for his opponent, although there is not much news about him, as far as I know, he has only built the foundation for a few years, and he has built a first-level cultivation base. The most important thing is that he is still an alchemist.

  Everyone knows how powerful an alchemist is. Don't you think it's a pity that a second-rank alchemist has become Gao Ru's whetstone? "

  When they were talking, Gao Ru had already arrived, shouting and embracing, Gao Ru was walking in the middle, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger.

  The onlookers dodged to both sides to make way for a passage.

   "Hey! I think that the whetstone may be too hard, and it is more likely to grind Gao Ru to death." The young man laughed at this time.

   "Hush! Don't let Gao Ru hear such words, so as not to offend people for nothing, and why do you say such words?"

  After stopping the young man, the chunky monk asked again. He felt that this young man should have a lot of inside information.

   "Because, I'm just that whetstone!"

  The young man showed his white teeth and smiled. Wang Hong had arrived a long time ago. He found that no one knew him here, and everyone chatted lively, so he joined in. Anyway, he was idle.

  Wang Hong ignored the surprised expression of the short and fat monk, and squeezed from the crowd towards the arena of life and death.

  Wang Hong squeezed inside, while deserting in his heart:

   "The audience is so crowded, if I can't squeeze in, I go home directly, so that you don't have to watch. If I had known this, I would have brought more men over."

  Gao Ru stood on the arena of life and death with his hands folded over his chest. He kept this posture for a long time before Wang Hong slowly squeezed out from the crowd.

  Wang Hong jumped up onto the high platform.

   "Hmph! If you are afraid of death, don't come here, big men are still dawdling!"

  Gao Ru snorted dissatisfiedly, and said.

   "Let you live a little longer, isn't it good?" Wang Hong said with a smile.

   "Yachen has a sharp mouth, looking for death!"

  Gao Ru snorted coldly, and at the same time sacrificed two spiritual weapons, one attack and one defense.

  A large shield stood in front of him, blocking his figure tightly.

  Flying out of the top of his head was a golden knife. The knife was about one foot long and three feet wide, and it weighed ten thousand catties when activated.

  On the stands below, several experienced monks were commenting and commenting one after another. An old man with a half-beard said:

   "As expected of a veteran strongman who has been fighting for a long time, he used his full strength in this move, and the power of this sword has increased a lot."

  The old man stroked his beard and said with a somewhat complacent expression, as if he was also talking about himself at the same time.

  When most people praise others, they think in their hearts that they have similar advantages, otherwise they would not easily praise others.

   "When a lion fights a rabbit, it also uses all its strength. This is what an experienced monk should do."

   "On the other hand, this alchemist probably lacks actual combat experience. After so long, he took out a long spear and held it in his hand. Before he could sacrifice it to the air, he missed the first step."

   "Alchemists are not good at fighting. I just hope that Gao Ru will not kill. After all, any second-level alchemist is a rare resource."

   "..."

  The golden broadsword that Gao Ru sacrificed sent out dazzling golden lights in the air, dazzled the audience in the audience.

  The golden sword cut through the air, and with the sound of howling wind, it slashed at Wang Hong head-on. It was about to split Wang Hong in half with one blow.

  However, Wang Hong didn't seem to intend to dodge, but straightened out the spear in his hand, and headed towards the golden sword.

   Some audience members in the audience seemed to have foreseen Wang Hong's tragic ending, and covered their eyes with their hands, unable to bear to look directly.

   "Wow!"

   There was a huge sound of gold and iron, which made the ears of the audience itchy.

  Wang Hong was still holding the spear tightly, and Gao Ru's golden sword had been blown to the side, the blade was missing a big hole, and countless cracks appeared on the blade.

   "Just one blow, and it's still physical strength, can disable a low-grade spiritual weapon. Is this still an alchemist who is not good at fighting?"

  After Wang Hong hit the golden knife, he didn't stay any longer, his figure blurred for a while, turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Gao Ru.

  Gao Ru only felt a blur in front of him, and then heard two soft sounds of "Puff! Puff!", and then felt a pain in his chest.

  He looked down at his chest, and saw a spear pierced the shield in front of him, and passed through his chest.

  The audience below could only see a blurry afterimage flashing across the ring.

  When the afterimage stopped in front of Gao Ru, Gao Ru's shield and body had already been strung together by a spear.

   Seeing that Gao Ru was still alive, Wang Hong raised his spear and nailed Gao Ru and his shield to the ground.

  Gao Ru was nailed to the ground, his hands and feet were still tonic, trembling and convulsing.

  Seeing this, Wang Hong also prepared to make He Yuan according to his injury.

   One foot stepped on Gao Ru's trembling legs, and there was a "click, click" sound of bone shattering.

   "Stop!"

  An old man in the middle stage of foundation establishment came out from the audience below and asked:

   "Why are you so vicious at such a young age?"

  Wang Hong squinted at the old man and asked:

   "Who are you? Why are you so ignorant at such a young age? Don't you know that life and death are on the stage, and life and death are conceited?"

  Wang Hong asked in the same tone.