The face of the old man in sackcloth had darkened a lot, and he was definitely scolding the person buried in the ancient tomb.

But then I thought about it, he deserved it.

If you don't do so many things and just want to pick up people's ancestral graves, you are asking for it.

"Senior, if you practice correctly, you will be cured."

After calming down, the old man in sackcloth hurriedly followed Zhao Yun's footsteps.

"It's both positive and negative."

"The main reason is that your technique is incomplete and has been criticized a lot."

"It has been poisoned for many years and it is extremely difficult to recover."

Zhao Yun was still strolling around, cheating while strolling, or it could be said that the Moon God was cheating.

"May seniors save me."

The old man in sackcloth held his hand again, his eyes were sincere, and he really regarded Zhao Yun as a life-saving straw.

By the way, he scolded the owner of the ancient tomb again.

You are such a talented person. Not only did you tamper with the exercises, but you also laid so many pitfalls for me.

Looking at Zhao Yun, he just wandered around without talking.

When the old man in sackcloth saw this, he patted his forehead and hurriedly took out a pill.

If you want people to be cured, you have to benefit them!

Looking at his pills again, they are all white in color, bright in color and rich in medicinal fragrance.

"Jingyuan Dan."

Zhao Yun's eyes brightened. Although it was the first time he saw a real elixir, he recognized it as an elixir that enhances the spirit.

"Calm down." Luna reminded him.

Understand clearly, you are playing the role of a senior expert. If you stare at Yiwendan like this with sharp eyes, anyone who looks at it will be like a bumpkin who has never seen the world. Can you be a senior expert?

Zhao Yun coughed dryly and closed his eyes slightly.

"Senior?" The old man in Mai was still waiting and called tentatively.

"Get a pen and paper."

Zhao Yun said calmly, "It's really getting more and more like the acting. With the Moon God around, I feel quite confident."

The old man's hands and feet were numb and he had everything he needed.

Zhao Yun picked up the pen and wrote as the moon god said, dragons and phoenixes dancing.

The old man read it and frowned.

What Zhao Yun wrote was clear and logical, but this method was a bit difficult for him to accept.

To put it bluntly, you have to pay a heavy price: lowering your cultivation level.

Thinking about it, it's true that he reaped the consequences. The stronger his cultivation, the more powerful his technique, and the more serious his injuries were.

In this way, only by lowering one's realm and rebuilding one's realm can one achieve the right path.

While talking, Zhao Yun wrote another article, which was about the exercises, but it was not complete.

It's business! The water flows slowly.

The old man in sackcloth accepted it and was extremely grateful. Seeing that the technique was incomplete, he knew what Zhao Yun meant.

"Is this elixir still available?"

Zhao Yun picked up a piece of white elixir and asked casually, apparently not caring, but in fact he wanted it very much.

"At this moment... none."

The old man in sackcloth gave a dry laugh, "I've given you the only one I have."

"In this case, I will come back in three days."

Zhao Yun said, and left with a puff of his sleeves. If there is none now, there will definitely be there when he comes back! In order to cure the hidden wounds that he has suffered for many years, the old man in sackcloth will try his best to find them and get some elixirs to exchange for his remaining skills.

This is the slow flow of water.

"Senior, where can I find you?" the old man in sackcloth quickly took a step forward and asked.

"I'll see you when you have to see me."

Zhao Yun goes out. You don't need to look for me. I will come to you often.

The old man didn't ask any more questions and watched Zhao Yun leave.

Then, I saw that he had closed the shop. Healing his injuries was the most important thing compared to making money.

Let’s just say! After suffering for half a life, you will always meet a noble person.

Here, Zhao Yun has disappeared into the crowd, and occasionally looks into his arms to see the Jingyuan Pill.

At this point, I can see more clearly that there is a pattern on the elixir body.

That was the elixir pattern. He had read in ancient books that martial arts were divided into strong and weak ones, and elixirs also had different levels: the first pattern was white elixir, the second pattern was purple elixir, the third pattern was silver elixir, the fourth pattern was golden elixir, and the fifth pattern was elixir.

Panacea.

The Five Marks Pill is the best he knows.

As for those who are higher than the five lines, there must be others, but there are no records in ancient books.

“Good Dan.”

Zhao Yun chuckled, real elixirs are not comparable to pills.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Luna again.

Today, without the guidance of the Moon God, he would not be able to fool the old man in sackcloth with his way of doing things.

The moon god paid no attention to him and fell asleep comfortably.

That look made it clear: learn a little.

"Then I have to study hard."

Zhao Yun chuckled, quickened his pace, and couldn't wait to swallow the pill.

Xu was so happy that he ignored the fact that someone was following behind him.

That one was also a man wearing a black robe. Maybe he was here to sell stolen goods on the black market.

This meeting was truly a coincidence.

The reason why he followed Zhao Yun was because he smelled the scent of the elixir from Zhao Yun's body.

Zhao Yun didn't know, but the Moon God did.

Moreover, this girl didn't seem to have any intention of reminding him.
Chapter completed!