Peiyuan Pill, Beauty Pill, Vitality Pill, etc. are all of the same quality. They are primary elixirs and are not troublesome to refine.
He opened the lid of the Hunyuan Qiankun Furnace again, and the Peiyuan Pill inside spurted out again.
Counting carefully, thirty of them were refined this time.
Due to the difference in efficacy, the mass production of Peiyuan Dan is not as good as that of Yangyan Dan.
Peiyuan Dan, as the name suggests, is the elixir of Pei Yuan. One Peiyuan Dan can improve a person's cultivation by five years, that is to say, it can shorten a person's cultivation time by five years. The only benefit of this elixir is
The disadvantage is that a person can only take one pill in his lifetime. If you take more, it will be ineffective.
According to the normal level of cultivation in Wuhun Continent, a normal person can reach the cultivation level of King Wu after five years of cultivation. Then just taking one Peiyuan Pill can forcefully elevate the person to the level of King Wu.
Mo Wuxie was in a good mood. Thirty Yuan-Building Pills meant that he would train a group of thirty dead warriors with good cultivation levels.
After regaining his full Xuanqi, he refined another batch of Peiyuan Pills, and now he has sixty pills.
As the saying goes, it is better to have better soldiers than more soldiers. Although he had sixty Yuan-Pui Dan, he had no intention of training sixty dead soldiers.
But the headache comes again. The Peiyuan Pill is available. Where can this person go to look for it?
Thinking of Mo Jiajun, he paid attention to Mo Xie's head again.
He has no right to mobilize Mo Jiajun, the only person who can mobilize is Mo Xie.
Mo Xie was practicing his sword, and when he saw Mo Wuxie come in with a smirk on his face, he knew that this guy wanted to ask for something.
Mo Xie stopped practicing his sword, sat under the pavilion and drank a cup of tea. He looked at Mo Wuxie and said, "Tell me, what happened this time?"
Mo Wuxie smiled and said, "Dad, I'm thinking of ways to make myself have enough capital to gain a foothold in the future. No, I'm asking you for fifty masters!"
Mo Xie's eyebrows twitched, he looked at him and scolded with a smile: "You brat, you have a big appetite. Fifty people? Or a master? Do you think it fell from the sky?"
Mo Wuxie smiled and said: "Dad, just give me fifty loyal subordinates. Their strength doesn't need to be too high, just have the level of a warrior to a martial artist. As long as you give me, I promise to make fifty of them fall from the sky."
Master, how are you? Are you excited?"
Moye was really tempted, but he thought it was impossible because this kind of thing was too unbelievable.
He hesitated for a moment and decided to see what tricks Mo Wuxie was going to play, so he planned to give him fifty guards.
"I can give it to you, but you have to tell me how this pie fell?" This is what Mo Xie is interested in. If Mo Wuxie can really do this incredible thing, then he will
Think about it and raise Mo Jiajun's overall strength to a higher level!
Mo Wuxie didn't want to hide this from the old man. He stretched out his hand, and there was a Peiyuan Pill in the palm of his hand. It was white and shimmering with silver light under the sunlight.
"Dad, I have achieved some success in studying ancient medicine. This pill is the Peiyuan Pill that I recently researched. One Peiyuan Pill can improve a person's cultivation for five years. This is my pie!
"
Mo Xie's eyes were filled with golden light, but he still couldn't believe his words because it completely subverted his cognition.
Seeing his confused expression, Mo Wuxie said again: "Dad, maybe you have questions, but it's not important. As long as you give me fifty people, you can verify the power of this elixir!"
"Okay, I'll just trust you once and come with me!"
Mo Xie walked towards the depths of the Duke's Mansion, with Mo Wuxie following closely behind.
"This brat has been quite mysterious recently. Maybe this Peiyuan Pill is really as effective as he said. No matter, let's test it first and see!" Mo Xie thought to himself, he was not sure about this little son's pill.
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After a while, they arrived at the school grounds of the Duke's Mansion.
The school grounds are at least 10,000 square meters, and are equipped with all military training equipment.
Four thousand Mo's troops wore uniforms, soft leather battle armor, and the word "Mo" printed on their chests.
So many people were divided into dozens of teams, each Mo Jiajun was holding a weapon and training, and deep roars continued to echo over the school grounds.
A man in general armor came forward, performed a standard military salute, and asked in a sonorous voice: "General, what are your orders?"
Mo Xie smiled and said: "General Li, Wu Xie wants to select fifty outstanding soldiers. You call the soldiers together and the specific selection criteria will be determined according to Wu Xie's wishes!"
The general performed a military salute again, and then asked the drum beater to beat the big drum.
Dong dong dong dong...
This is the drumbeat of an emergency rally.
Groups of soldiers immediately stopped their drills and trotted towards Mo Wuxie with neat and orderly steps. At first glance, it looked like a sea wave returning home.
"General, Master, the army has been assembled, please give instructions!"
Mo Xie nodded, the Mo family's army was well-trained and loyal, and the general in front of him played a huge role in this.
"From now on, until the end of Wuxie's selection of places, Wuxie's words are what I mean. You must fully cooperate with him, you know?"
The general immediately saluted and said loudly: "Yes!"
Mo Xie looked at Mo Wuxie again and said, "Go!"
This was the first time that Mo Wuxie stood in front of so many soldiers. He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. He took a deep breath and calmed down his excitement.
"Sirs, first of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Mo Wuxie. I believe everyone knows this. Maybe you think I am cynical, a prodigal or something, but hey, I don't mind, because in fact it is the same!"
He paused and found that there was no smile below, but a solemn atmosphere. More soldiers had confusion in their eyes. Maybe they were wondering what else this young master was going to do?
This atmosphere made him slightly embarrassed, so he went straight to the point and said: "Today is your day; today is destined to produce a group of powerful warriors in the future among you. Some people may ask, how powerful are you?"
Are warriors considered powerful warriors? So let me tell you, what I call a powerful warrior is a warrior who is at least as strong as King Wu and has high-quality warriors. Only in this way can he be called a powerful warrior! Do you have confidence?
"
Every soldier was quite excited at first, but now they are quiet again, and some even show an expression of resignation.
It's no wonder, because most of these soldiers are ordinary soldiers. The one with the highest cultivation level is King Wu, but he is a soldier captain. The general strength of the soldiers is mostly samurai. But he doesn't know that soldiers who are all samurai are the most common in all armies.
It's terrifying. This Mo family army has fought many times, and every time it becomes a nightmare for the enemy.
Mo Wuxie felt helpless for a while, feeling that he was a one-man show again.
Finally, he scanned the audience and shouted: "What I want to say is that none of you are good soldiers!"
A general asked dissatisfiedly: "Master, none of us are good soldiers, so what makes a good soldier?"
"I really thought that no one could speak, huh! It turns out that they all need stimulation. They are really a bunch of elm soldiers whose heads were caught in the door!" He cursed fiercely in his heart and said loudly.
: "This is a good question, then I will tell you what makes a good soldier. Listen carefully -"
He scanned the audience and finally said loudly: "A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, and a soldier who doesn't want to be a high-level soldier is not a good soldier either!"