Chapter 577 Pretending Pill and Secret Pill

Author: Beginning of Summer Rebirth

Chapter 577 Pretending Pill and Secret Pill

The name of the elixir "Secret Pill" is random at first sight, but this useless elixir seems very useful when you think about it carefully, but it seems useless when you think about it again.

Whether it is useful or not depends on who it is used for.

The scene was quiet again for a while.

How to determine victory or defeat?

Master Heyang and others also hesitated. To be honest, mind-control elixirs came from the Middle Ages and have been lost for a long time. Even the Tianxie Sect has never had one, and it is even less likely that the elixir ghost has one.

This kid...

The old man from the Sea of ​​Clouds raised his sword in the air, shook his head and said, "So if you win, the elixir has nothing to do with force and cannot enhance the warrior himself, but it is a spiritual elixir. If I say you lose, it would be a joke!"

Rather, he was aboveboard and took a step back after speaking.

"I have forgotten the name of the second generation elder of the Zhuxian Sect. Outsiders call me the old man!"

Among the six alchemy masters, another old man walked out, smiled faintly, and said: "This elixir I learned by chance hundreds of years ago. Considering the nature of heaven and earth, I will definitely not let you win again."

As he spoke, he pointed to a woman in the crowd. The woman thought for a moment, stepped forward, took the elixir, and swallowed it.

A moment later, facing the eyes of countless people, tears rolled down. Although his expression was calm, the tears continued, and his face also showed sadness. He couldn't help but clasp his fists and said: "Junior can't control it!"

After saying that, his face became even sadder and he cried seriously...

The warriors from all over the world nodded secretly. The martial arts world does not believe in tears. This thing is indeed useless. However, you can prepare one when attending a friend's funeral.

The white-headed old man stroked his beard and said with a hint of pride: "The name of this elixir is called Tears Rolling. I can cry for three days, and my face changes in an hour. There is no difference. What kind of elixir can compare?"

Xin Zhuo remained silent and just looked at the group of warriors on his left. A group of people subconsciously lowered their heads and shrank their necks. If this thing is a secret elixir again, who is willing to take it? Who doesn't have a few secrets?

Of course, there are also people who claim to be upright and have no stains in their lives. Immediately, a man with a height of nine feet and a beard jumped out: "I have traveled all over the world. I am known as the timely rain. The ancient road is hot and the heart is white. The things I have done in my life are worthy of heaven and earth.

If you are worthy of your conscience, just throw in Boss Jiang's elixir."

Xin Zhuo popped up casually.

The man took it, swallowed it on his back, and then looked around with high spirits: "I, Bai Sanlang, never have any secrets!"

His domineering, iron-blooded and strong masculinity are secretly praised.

So, what is the useless elixir? It doesn’t necessarily mean telling the secret, right?

Countless warriors and the six masters of Heyang looked at it carefully.

I saw Bai Sanlang suddenly twitching at this moment, covering his mouth and smiling, with a bit of shyness on his face.

When I saw the densely packed warriors, I couldn't help but get goosebumps all over my body.

Who has ever seen a nine-foot-tall strong man with such a delicate and feminine appearance?

However, that's not all, Bai Sanlang suddenly cast a wink at the surroundings, and then opened his robe in a womanly manner, revealing his heart-protecting hair, dancing in a coquettish manner.

That charm, that coquettishness, that tenderness, appear on the body of a man with a hairy face. The contrast is so strong that it is disgusting.

Someone with a bad temper got angry on the spot: "I can't bear it anymore, you bitch, let's kill him!"

"That's right! I hate men who are so cute, huh!"

There was a fat, white man in the crowd who raised his orchid finger and scolded him, but was beaten violently by several young men around him.

Helian Qingyang and Zhao Zhijing looked at each other. To be honest, crying for no reason and dancing coquettishly are useless, but how to judge the superiority?

Just listen to Xin Zhuo say: "My pill is called the coquettish pill. It is only useful for men, not women. As long as you swallow one pill, you can perform an impromptu dance no matter when and where you want to cheer up everyone!"

"Boss Jiang is wonderful, hahaha..."

Warriors from all directions laughed loudly.

However, the six Heyang Masters did not smile at all. They suddenly felt that this Jiang Yuqing was more terrifying than the alchemy skills of the Alchemy Ghost.

The first one that made people reveal their secrets was a mind-controlling elixir.

This second one was to control the whole body's movements and consciousness. They clearly saw the struggle and panic in Bai Sanlang's eyes, but they still danced uncontrollably.

Compared to their two elixirs, which only use elixirs to move the tear glands and intestines, it really makes a difference.

Unexpectedly, after just a simple test of Bi Dan, he could meet such a strange person with alchemy skills. Controlling the mind and controlling the body are both lost medieval alchemy techniques!

So, who is this person?

How can a young man in his twenties, taught by a teacher, make a pot of six elixirs, including at least two legendary elixirs?

Tianxie Zongdangui’s biological father?

Seeing that Bai Sanlang collapsed and collapsed, it was time to decide the winner.

The old man opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

In this way, Jiang Yuqing has won two games.

The six of them looked at each other in silence, only feeling frustrated by the gambling.

Master Heyang simply took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said with a cupped hand: "Today I met a master. We don't need to compete four more times. You and I will bet on one pill, and this pill will directly determine whether we win or lose. How about it?"

The key is that if the competition continues, once you lose openly and openly, there is really no step to go down.

Xin Zhuo was confident and returned the greeting: "Please!"

Master Heyang pointed at a seemingly humble and cowardly young man in the crowd.

The young man looked around and made sure it was him, then walked out cautiously and bowed his hands: "Junior Wang Qing, I have met... senior!"

"Open your mouth!"

Master Heyang ordered that when the young man opened his mouth carefully, he flicked it, and a fiery red pill fell into his mouth.

The young man tasted the medicine in a panic, and suddenly his face turned serious. He changed from cowardly to confident and calm, and then from confident to arrogant. He looked around: "I am the master of Zhenwu Temple in Baicang Mountain. I am in the realm of the Little Venerable.

There are three disciples among them!"

This pitiful number of people could not bear to be looked at, which made him speak with a heroic aura comparable to that of the Eighteen Sects.

Then he stretched out three fingers and said: "I can earn three tens of Wuyun Stones in a month, and I can't even spend them all!"

Very good! Thirty pieces of Wuyun Stone express the momentum of 300 million!

"I ate the steamed buns I brought back to Longzhai this morning, two of which are Wu Yun stones. I eat one and throw one away. I don't care at all!"

"I, I have to go to Zuoshui Alley to find my sister in the evening. I will give you three Wuyun Stones at a time!"

I can take ten breaths at a time, ten full breaths at a time, who in the world can compare?"

"Well……"

Does this need to be compared? This is too cheap, okay?

The warriors from all directions were a little stunned, so the medicinal properties of this useless elixir are just to show off? Is there no way to show off but to show off?

It's useless, but it's fun.

Let me ask you, when fighting with someone, eat one and pretend first...

Helian Qingyang and others looked at each other with serious expressions on their faces. This pill seems to be similar to Jiang Xiandi's mind control pill?

One pill determines victory or defeat?

How can we be sure?

Sure enough, Master Heyang stroked his beard and said: "This elixir is also a mental control elixir. It's called the Nine Heavens of Self-confidence. I used it for seventy-seven forty-nine months when I had nothing to do hundreds of years ago."

It was refined and the furnace was fried three hundred and sixty-one times!

After taking this elixir, you will be full of confidence. Even a beggar of the ninth level of Xiantian on the roadside will dare to fight against the Yinxu realm. Even if you die without a burial place, the beggar will not admit defeat. How about it? Boy, how do you fight with him?

I’m better than you?”

He actually felt a little proud, like an old kid.

"It's so scary!" Some people around who were good at flattery exclaimed.

How fucking free do you have?

How nonsense is this pill?

Xin Zhuo took a deep breath. You forced me to do this. He found a three-color elixir in his palm and looked around: "Who is coming?"
Chapter completed!