Chapter 184 Using Elixirs

"Brother Mo!" Feng Yong shouted...

Mo Xu closed his eyes. Under the pressure of the muscles and muscles, Mo Xu could only do this action. He has no choice but to enjoy the process of death.

One second, two seconds... Mo Xu still didn't feel any pain. He slowly opened his eyes, but saw that there was nothing in front of him, let alone the blue sword light.

The invisible pressure is still there, and Mo Xu still feels that his hands and feet can't move. Behind the middle-aged hands in a green robe, the middle-aged eyes are still extremely indifferent.

"Go back." The middle-aged man said, his hand waved again, the original pressure disappeared in an instant, the green robe fluttered, and his whole body disappeared in an instant.

At the moment he left in middle age, Mo Xu collapsed directly. This pressure is too strong. Under that pressure, it seems to be very difficult to speak. If it hadn't been for his dignity, Mo Xu would have collapsed long ago.

Mo Xu looked at the middle-aged man who could no longer see any figure in the sky, slowly stood up and looked at Feng Yong: "Feng Yong, let's go."

The swamp eagle whined in a low voice and stood up with difficulty. Mo Xu and Feng Yong jumped on the swamp carving one after another. With the swamp carving flapping their wings, they finally left the collapsed, bloody alley.

The man in the dust sword gate returned to his mansion, looked at the blue sky, and shook his head gently: "This teenager can perform five or six green-level combat skills in one breath, and it seems that he also uses green-level combat skills to break through my dust sword gate."

"It's just the Xuan period, but it can use so many green-level combat skills in a row. Either there is a treasure with top storage of spiritual power, or it has practiced compressed spiritual power, or both. The man in green robe took a deep breath: "It seems that his family is definitely a top family."

The top treasure that stores spiritual power is definitely a sky-high price, and its value is absolutely comparable to that of a green-level top combat skill.

As for the skills, it is even more unprespeakable. The number of skills in Lingyun mainland is extremely rare, and each skill has the effect of being reborn and has no side effects.

To give a more easy-to-understand example, a person can't withstand extreme training methods, but after practicing its special skills, it can be cultivated after being reborn...

Although it is a little exaggerated, it is enough to prove its value.

Some skills can strengthen the strength of muscles and Dantian; some skills can increase the strength of the body; some can increase the purity of spiritual power; some can compress spiritual power and so on... In short, skills can almost be said to be against the sky.

The so-called compressed spiritual power, in the most popular terms, is that the volume of spiritual power is originally ten. After practicing this skill, it can reduce its volume to five, or even two, and so on... It directly increases the storage of tendons and veins, so that the continuous combat effectiveness can be doubled when fighting.

"No matter what kind of family he is, since he can have skills, his family must be extremely powerful, far from what my dust sword gate can provoke." The middle-aged man in the green robe closed his eyes and shook his head helplessly: "My more than a dozen disciples, I also want to avenge you. Unfortunately, unfortunately..."

It's better for more than a dozen disciples to die than to be destroyed by the Dust Sword Gate.

The man in green robe hesitated for a moment, picked up the brush on the table and wrote on white paper. The font was strong and powerful, and there was an invisible god, which made people feel respect.

Bi, he picked up the white paper with his right hand, poured his strong spiritual power into the white paper, and the white paper flew directly.

The white paper wind floated into the air, and the golden light flashed. Several big characters flew out, and the font emitted a faint golden light hanging in the sky: all the disciples of the Dust Sword Gate must maintain respect and do everything possible to help Mo Xu when they see the birch Gate. Tail: Windy.

Looking at the shining font in the air, Feng Yang closed the window and sat down. He can't kill Mo Xu, and he also wants to have a close relationship with Mo Xu. No, to be precise, it is not Mo Xu, but the top force behind Mo Xu.

Of course, as Fengyang, it is impossible to help a Wuxuan boy directly. The best way is to give it to other disciples of Chenjianmen to do it.

...

After several consecutive battles, Mo Xu's spiritual power has long been lacking, especially the invisible pressure of the strong man in the green robe, and Mo Xu's whole body was even more exhausted and almost fainted. When the swamp sculpture fell in the mansion, Mo Xu couldn't help fainting.

Feng Yong hugged Mo Xu, patted Mo Xu on the shoulder with his hand, and shouted twice. Before Mo Xu woke up, Feng Yong had to send Mo Xu to the room, and then hurriedly ran out to find a doctor.

"He just fainted from exhaustion. As long as he nourishes with his spiritual power, he will be fine." After the doctor said a word to Feng Yong, he helped Mo Xu up, with his hands facing Mo Xu's hands, and his palms exuded a light blue light.

After a long time, the doctor put down Mo Xu again, gently rubbed his hands, and looked at Feng Yong and said, "Just now, I used the blue-level advanced combat skills to help him cultivate his muscles and Dantian, which took a lot of time. Seeing that you are also more honest, 10,000 gem coins."

In fact, Mo Xu's injury is not serious, as long as he has a good rest for a period of time. However, for black-hearted doctors, they will not let go of such a good opportunity to make money.

"Uh, ten thousand..." Feng Yong scratched his head awkwardly. Ten thousand gem coins were not a small amount for him. After all, he used to be just a little disciple when he was in Zuilangmen, with only a few hundred pocket money a month.

"What? No? You didn't see anything..." The doctor immediately pouted: "How can your manor be so good and big that you don't even have 10,000 gem coins?"

"Let me see if you have anything good here. My blue-level combat skills are very exhausting..." With that, the doctor began to look around, thinking about finding a better thing in the room as collateral.

Feng Yong suddenly became anxious: "Don't move, don't..."

Everything here is Mo Xu's. Feng Yong dares not let the doctor move around. What if he loses something?

**, Mo Xu opened his eyes in a daze. Naturally, he also heard what the black-hearted doctor said. He casually took out a bottle from the space ring and threw it out: "Here, this is worth no less than 10,000 for you. Let's go."

For Mo Xu, 10,000 gem coins are still very simple.

The doctor opened the bottle, sniffed gently, and immediately glowed in his eyes: "Thank you, thank you..."

As he spoke, he left the room as if to escape. Once you buy it, it is a bottle of three-level potion. Even the worst three-level potion, its value is much higher than 10,000 gem coins.

"What's the situation in the city now? Is there any movement in the Dust Sword Gate? Mo Xu asked. He killed more than a dozen disciples of Chenjianmen this time, even if the news was tightly blocked, but Mo Xu did not believe that there was an impervious wall in the world.

What Mo Xu is most afraid of is the Dust Sword Gate. At least the Dust Sword Gate is also one of the four sects. If he killed more than a dozen of their disciples, he would not stop so easily. As for whether the Huashu Gate will protect himself at that time, Mo Xu is not sure, but the possibility is always not great. After all, he is just an ordinary disciple of the Huashu Gate.

Feng Yong nodded and replied, "Yufeng City is fine. Not many people know about this. Although there are some gossip, most people don't believe it."

"As for the Dust Sword Gate, there was no response, at least for a few hours." Speaking of Chenjianmen, Feng Yong was also a little puzzled. More than a dozen disciples of Chenjianmen died this time. How could they not investigate?

Not to mention Feng Yong, even Mo Xu is very confused. The previous middle-aged man in the green robe may have easily killed the two of them, but he let them go, which is really puzzling.

"Forget it, let's take it one step." Mo Xu shook his head and said, "But we'd better be careful. You can inform Xiaoqiu and let her come over together. Once something happens, you can also escape as soon as possible and take care of it.

"Yes, Brother Mo." Feng Yong immediately nodded, then turned around and left, running to Tang Xiaoqiu's mansion.

Now, he is almost respectful to Mo Xu's words and can say whatever he says.

Feng Yong just left, but the door was knocked again.

"Come in." Mo Xu said, and the door was gently pushed open, but what came in was Huang Peng with a humble smile.

"Hey, Brother Mo, there is someone outside who wants to see you. I happened to meet you, so I came to report it." Huang Peng said with a smile.

Mo Xu looked at Huang Peng lightly: "Who is looking for me?"

"Hey hey, his surname is Huang Fei!" Huang Peng said with a smile.

"Let him in quickly." Mo Xu immediately stood up.

Huang Fei is a friend who entered the birch gate with him, but he has been practicing in isolation for two months and has not been in much contact with him. Unexpectedly, he found himself.

Hearing Mo Xu's words, Huang Peng did not act immediately, but suddenly showed a flattering expression on his face: "Well, Brother Mo, you see..."

Mo Xu took a light look at him and immediately knew his idea: "There is no way for you to break through quickly and without side effects. The only way is... Either let a strong master directly teach you spiritual power, or directly take the elixir that can improve your strength."

"Brother Mo, my talent is not bad. I have the strength of the seventh-level intermediate talent, and with the assistance of potion, it is almost comparable to the eighth-level talent." Huang Peng's face was anxious and hopeful, hoping that Mo Xu could guide him: "However, why did Brother Mo improve so fast? I heard that you only realized the third level of Xuan before the retreat, and now you have realized the fifth level of Xuan..."

Mo Xu shook his head. Indeed, Huang Peng's talent is not bad, at least for Fengjiangmen, it is also a genius. Moreover, their family is rich and can soak their bodies with three-level potions almost every day to enhance the absorption ability of muscles and cells, and their talent is almost equivalent to level 8. If he practices well, he should also be very good, but the bad thing is... He wants to steal tricks too much.

"In just two months, I broke through Wuxuan Level 5 from Wuxuan Level 3. Do you really want to know?" Mo Xu stood up, walked to Huang Peng and asked.

"Think, of course..." Huang Peng immediately nodded.

"Because I used the five-level elixir to solidify the pulse." Mo Xu said, "So, if you want to break through quickly, using elixir is the best way."