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Chapter 8 Farewell

After taking a deep breath and adjusting his mentality, Tianlang took out the alchemy tripod sent by Old Man Meng, put his left hand on the small mouth on the upper side of the alchemy tripod, and spitted his palm, and a gray fire of energy burned in the cauldron. Tianlang hooked his right hand and a spiritual medicine was thrown into the medicine cauldron, which was just wrapped in Yuanhuo. Then, according to the method guided by Old Man Meng, the essence of the spiritual medicine was extracted and removed impurities. This step is very important, because the purity of the extracted essence directly affects the quality of the elixir.

Under the nervous gaze of Old Man Meng, Tianlang focused on controlling the Yuanhuo and roasting the spiritual medicine, and then carefully controlled the peeling of the essence of the spiritual medicine. Tianlang found that his spiritual consciousness could clearly and meticulously distinguish which were impurities and which were essences, and it was easy to separate them.

After the first spiritual medicine was processed, Tianlang removed the impurities from the medicine cauldron and continued to invest in the next spiritual medicine. He processed the three spiritual medicines needed by Guyuan Pill in just a few seconds, and then controlled the three spiritual medicine essences to gradually merge. This step is also very important. The balance of various spiritual medicine essences is maintained. If you are not careful, the elixir will turn into coke.

Tianlang concentrates on controlling the fusion of essences. When there is something unstable and the proportion of the parts is incorrect, his Yuanhuo flexibly adjusts the qualities of various different essences like the extension of his own palm, just like using three different energy to weave something. It needs to be very meticulous. Soon the three essences merge into the prototype of a pill, rotating and rolling in the Yuanhuo. Next is the final elixir formation process, allowing the essence of medicinal materials to complete qualitative transformation and sublimation under the scorching of Yuanhuo, and finally become a pill.

At this moment, Tianlang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that the method provided by Old Man Meng really worked. He naturally controlled the heat with his left hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his right hand, and then turned around and rushed to the younger brother who was watching next to him and smiled.

"Come on, brother!" Tianhu cooperated very much to cheer up his brother.

The two brothers did not realize that the old man Meng, who was watching behind him, had been burnt and tender inside, and was in an idiot state. Just when Tianlang controlled Yuanhuo with one hand and wiped sweat with the other, Old Man Meng suddenly felt like a dog: "Damn, I have been refining elixirs for eight hundred years. I have never seen anyone who can purify the essence of the elixir to such a pure level, and it is so easy, and it is the first time to refine the alchemy. And at the most important moment of forming an alchemy, he actually controlled Yuanhuo with one hand, and wiped sweat with one hand..."

"Wipe sweat with one hand..."

"Wipe sweat..."

"Wipe sweat..."

"sweat……"

Old Man Meng felt as if he was dreaming, and Tianlang's sweat-wiping action and his smile kept echoing in his mind.

Finally, a faint fragrance of pills wafted out, and a warm Guyuan pill was released. Tianlang looked at his masterpiece curiously and felt very novel.

"Master, look at the elixir I refined, are you still careless?" Tianlang put the elixir in front of Old Man Meng.

"Well, you're so careless... you're so careless... you're so careless... you little bastard!"

Looking at Tianlang's white and delicate palm, the small pill with dazzling brilliance shining on the small elixir, Old Man Meng suddenly shouted like crazy, rubbing Tianlang's head hard, and said while rubbing: "Let me pinch your little head and see what is in your little monster's head? So perverted!"

Tianlang punched and kicked the crazy old man Meng, who was crazy, pulled Tianhu and ran away: "Brother, run quickly, Old Man Meng is crazy again!"

"You guy, you're just going crazy. I honestly explain how you did it. The first time you refine a golden elixir at the pill-stitch level, leaving you with extra energy!" Meng Laitou shouted while chasing behind.

"have no idea!"

...

Time flies, and time never stops for anyone.

Soon, the day of parting came. On this day, Old Man Meng did not ask Tianlang to enter the mountain, but took his brothers to Gulan City. The three of them changed into clean clothes, like three grandparents and grandchildren, wandering around in Gulan City, eating all kinds of delicious food and buying all kinds of interesting things. However, Tianlang no longer had the childishness of ordinary children, and was not very interested in the children's things, so Tianhu had a lot of fun.

I haven't felt this way for a long time. Looking at my younger brother holding candied haws in my hand, Xiao Tangren, and the smile from the bottom of my heart, Tianlang felt unprecedented satisfaction. After all, my younger brother was only eight years old, and he was actually a child. He suffered with him since he was five years old and had never enjoyed the joy of childhood that a child should have. Now he can satisfy his childish heart a little.

But what he didn't notice at all was that he was only thirteen years old. In an ordinary family, thirteen years old is just a child...

This day was slowly passed by the laughter of the three of them. When the sun sets, it is time to part. Old Man Meng was a little reluctant after all, and let Tianlang leave with him. Tianlang refused. Old Man Meng had his things to deal with, but he also had many things to do.

In the end, Old Man Meng could only repeatedly tell him to protect himself, not show off in everything, and run away if he couldn't beat him. There was no shame in that as long as the green mountains were there, he was not afraid of no firewood. As long as he was alive, he could start over again. For example, he was beaten to the mortal world for four years, and now he is still alive. Old Man Meng suddenly said it over and over again like an old mother...

In the end, Old Man Meng took away the Guyuan Pill that Tianlang had refined for the first time, and said that he would leave a thought to himself, Tianlang had to let him go.

Although Tianhu was in joy all day, he couldn't help but cry when he was parting. He was young and could only stand behind his brother, silently staring at his back, unable to help at all. Now he finally had the opportunity to become stronger. Although he was reluctant to leave, he decided to leave with Old Man Meng.

Nothing else, just to be able to stand by my brother's side in the future and face all the wind and rain with him. You don't need to survive under his protection and don't become a burden to him.

"Kotsune, I'm leaving. My brother is alone. I'm afraid he's lonely. Can you stay with him? We will meet again when we all become stronger."

Finally, Tianhu handed over his closest partner Komatsu to Tianlang, hoping that Komatsu would stay with his brother's side instead. Looking at his brother's expectant look, Tianlang couldn't bear to refuse.

In this way, Old Man Meng flew away with the sky tiger in the sunset...

Tianlang looked at the direction where his brother and old man Meng left, and remained motionless for a long time. The last afterglow of the sunset shone on him, pulling his figure very long... At this moment, he was like a lonely wolf standing on a sand dune, looking into the distance, looking extremely lonely...

"Hey! Isn't that a bastard who was driven out by our Xia family? Haha... It seems that the injury has healed!" A voice with ridicule and provocation interrupted Tianlang's sad thoughts. What should come will always come. I have been waiting for you for a long time.

"Yes, we have loosened our muscles and bones today. We haven't practiced the sandbag these days, and we feel uncomfortable all over!" A young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said while pinching his fingers.

Tianlang turned around and looked at Xia Gang and his tycoons coldly. There was no longer the pain and struggles he had when he faced them before, and only indifference and murderous intent.

Looking at Tianlang's emotionless cold eyes, Xia Gang's legs trembled for no reason. In the past few days, Tianlang fought with beasts in the deep mountains, and his body was stained with a trace of blood evil spirit. This blood evil spirit energy can only be developed in life and death fight. It is not comparable to playboys like Xia Gang. The momentum alone makes them scared.

"You...you...what do you want to do?" Xia Gang asked stammered.

"Aren't you here to find me? Why did you ask me instead?" Tianlang said coldly.

"Go to me, I'm going to kill this bastard this time!" Xia Gang said suddenly with red eyes. He felt ashamed of his loss of composure just now, and actually scared a person who was once trampled by him, making him feel extremely embarrassed.

The five people on the opposite side, except Xia Gang, who is in the early stage of the innate stage, are all in the middle and late stages of the acquired stage. Tianlang has been fighting with monsters since the promotion and has not fought with humans yet. Today, I will confirm the gains of the past few days.

Xia Ming and the other three people rushed towards Tianlang from different directions. Tianlang looked at their movements and it was a mountain fist. Generally, people in the mortal realm would often practice this basic boxing technique to temper their body.

Since this is the case, let me practice with you with the mountain fist. Tianlang stepped onto the ground and with a bang, a hole was stepped on under his feet, like a hungry wolf pounced on his prey, and it collided with Xia Ming's fist.

Click!

Only a sound of bone breaking was heard. Xia Ming screamed. Before he could react, Tianlang swung his legs and hit his chest hard. Another crisp sound. But when Xia Ming's chest was sunken, flying seven or eight feet away, lying on his back on the ground, twitching constantly, blood kept spraying out of his mouth. He seemed to be unable to survive, and his mouth was still intermittently: "Impossible... no..."
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