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What Kong Wanchuan said was right. A battle drug was different from the usual Chinese medicine for the patient. Rather, it had to be concocted in a special way to stimulate the hidden medicinal properties within the medicinal ingredients.

Compared to ordinary Chinese medicine concocting, this could be said to be a higher grade medicine concocting. This was also one of the competing competitions in the martial arts world, a battle medicine.

After all, he was not really concocting the ingredients, but rather refining the Gu. According to common sense, the Hundred Blossom Sky Poison Gu needed several types of medicinal ingredients that were poisonous, mixed them, and then refined them. Finally, he attached it to the poison of the Hundred Flowers Grass, and it would take at least a month for this process.

However, Lin Zichen only had two hours, so he had no choice but to use his zhenqi to catalyze it. When he was at Wu Village and Jade Snake Sect, he had coincidentally learned some knowledge about the Gu and was now of use.

Lin Zichen pushed out his palms, and a few herbs slowly floated into the air. They then began to rapidly rotate, looking mysterious and mysterious. Even Yan Song who was standing across from him couldn't help but be startled. This is … Origin Acupoint Charging Stage martial artist?

He was a martial artist, so he naturally knew how to use his true qi. To be able to control objects with just his mind, that was something that only someone in the origin realm could do. He looked like he was only a teenager. How could he have reached the origin realm?

Humph, it must be some unorthodox technique. Even if this person is a martial artist, he will never step into the Clasping Yuan Realm!

Time passed by second by second. The herbs in front of Lin Zi Chen slowly dried up. The water in the leaves had been sucked out by his Zhen Qi, and had started to slowly condense in the air.

Meanwhile, the Hundred Flowers Grass was located in the center of all the medicinal ingredients. It was slowly absorbing the poison from the other medicinal ingredients. The original emerald green color had already started to darken until it slowly turned black.

The corner of Lin Zi Chen's mouth slightly raised, true qi could indeed increase the speed of Gu refining. If this went on, two hours would be perfect!

In less than two hours, Yan Song had breathed out a mouthful of foul air. He needed to coordinate his internal energy in order to concoct the Phantom Gate Powder, and it would consume a certain amount of true energy.

"Dad, are you done?" Yan Jiayong asked.

Yan Song nodded his head slowly, "The hell with it. This is the third time I've tried to concoct a concoction that I've learned by the age of thirty. The consumption of zhenqi for this herb is too draining."

Yan Jiayong said excitedly, "Haha, this can probably poison that guy to death."

Yan Song smiled sinisterly. "He will die without a doubt. This is the Hall Master's formula. Do you still not trust him?"

"How can that be? Hmph, this guy is finally not as arrogant as he is today," Yan Jiazong said as he looked in Lin Zichen's direction. "Look, he hasn't even started. He only has this little ability and he still dares to compete with you!"

Yan Song also looked over. Sure enough, Lin Zichen was still trying to activate the herbs. The Hundred Flowers Grass in the center had already turned black, and the herbs in the surroundings had almost dried up. Some of them had even been blown away by the wind. This old man has not seen such a method in concocting medicine for decades …

Not only Yan Jiayong, Yan Song, and even Kong Wanchuan did not understand what Lin Chen was doing. The ingredients needed to be mixed together, and the method included grinding, kneading, kneading, and so on, and finally being prepared by roasting, drying, and frying. Lin Zichen had already used nearly two hours of true energy to stimulate the medicinal plants, and had yet to truly fuse them.

However, what they did not know was that Lin Zichen was not concocting medicine, but refining Gu. Furthermore, he was using true energy to catalyze the refining of the Gu, and all of this was not visible to the naked eye.

"Shut up, it's useless to be one step slower and one step faster. In a while, poison that old bastard to death, and then I'll break all nine of your fingers, you little bastard!" Huo Qing said angrily.

"You …" Yan Jiayong pointed at Huo Qing. Although he had the urge to rush over and tear Huo Qing apart, he did not. The scene at the Celestial Dragon Club last time still left a lingering fear in his heart.

"Hmph, the time is almost up. By then, my dad won't even need to test the medicine. Let's just wait and see!"

Yan Song was not in the mood to listen to their bickering. He looked at Lin Zichen's movements and the change in the ingredients, and suddenly felt a sense of unease in his heart. Was this some kind of demonic medicine concocting method? Even though I've never seen it before, those medicinal herbs are constantly changing. Perhaps this is another way of fusing them?

Finally, it was time. At the last moment, Lin Zi Chen abruptly pulled his hand back. In the middle of the medicinal plant, a black leaf fell. It looked as if it was burnt, and other than its normal appearance, it didn't have any other special features.

"Haha, time is up. Lin Zichen, where's your prescription? "There's only a pile of ashes left?" At this moment, he was finally able to relax. The time was up, the competition was over, his father had come to make a melee, and Lin Zichen's medicine had already been destroyed.

Huo Qing looked anxiously at Lin Zi Chen, "Master, it's alright. At worst, we'll just have to go and disobey. What are we competing for? Just f * ck them!"

Lin Zi Chen didn't pay any attention to Huo Qing. Instead, he adjusted his breathing and said, "Testing the medicine is good enough."

"What?" Testing the medicine? What do we try? " Yan Jiayong asked.

Lin Zi Chen pointed at the black, withered leaf in his hand and said, "Test it out."

"Ah?" "Hahaha, Lin Zichen, I think you're crazy right?" Yan Jiayong laughed out loud. "This is the medicine you concocted?" I never thought that Old Kong would have such a method of concocting under his wing. It is truly an eye-opener, but at most, it is unhygienic and won't have any poison. "

With that, Yan Jiayong took the Phantom Gate Disperse that Yan Song had prepared. Huo Qing walked to the center with the black, withered leaf in her hand. After exchanging words, the two of them went back to their own homes.

Lin Zi Chen looked at the door to hell and could feel its poison just by looking at its aura. It was truly worthy of being called a door to hell. If it was used by an ordinary person, then this trip to hell would have been certain.

On the other side, Yan Jiayong passed a black, dried up leaf to Yan Song with a smile. "Haha, Dad, try the medicine. I don't think there's a need for you to detoxify it anymore. It's just a burnt leaf …"

Yan Song took the black, withered leaf. He could not help but frown as he carefully examined it, but he could not find any clues.

However, based on his many years of experience, with the help of Lin Zichen's true qi, he definitely wouldn't waste any more effort. At the very least, that method of activation was something that Yan Song could not achieve with his current strength.

Kong Wanchuan was surprised to see the ghost door fall apart. "Zi Chen, this medicine …" Even I don't know how to explain it, so don't try. "

Wu Shuang'er also held onto Lin Zi Chen's hand and said, "No, Zi Chen, you don't …"

This was the first time Wu Shuang'er had called him Zi Chen. Lin Zi Chen turned to look at her and smiled. "Teacher, Shuang'er, don't worry."

With that, he swallowed the Phantom Gate Powder, and felt as if the powder had disappeared into his mouth. It was highly toxic indeed, he didn't even have the chance to spit it out, but unfortunately, the one who took the pill was me, Lin Zichen!

Lin Zichen secretly smiled and immediately circulated his true energy, causing the astral energy to form a layer of protection within his body. No matter how strong the power of the Ghost Gate was, how could it break through the middle level of the Clasping Yuan Realm?

Seeing that Lin Zichen had already tried out the medicine, Yan Jiayong looked at Yan Song with a troubled expression, "Dad, what are we waiting for? Let's try it out. Lin Zhichen has already tried out the medicine. He's dead for sure. Let's try it out too. What's so scary about Jiao Ye?"

Only then did he nod his head, but he still felt a little uneasy in his heart. However, things had already come to this point, and he had no choice but to see if the black withered leaf was really poisonous. If it was, he must immediately determine the method to cure it.

Yan Song slowly picked up the black, withered leaf and placed it in his mouth. Lin Zichen, on the other hand, revealed an intriguing smile.

Yan Song had been poisoned!

Kong Wanchuan said, "Zi Chen, can you feel how to deal with this Gate of Death?"

Now that the test drug had been completed, the most important thing was the antidote. This was also the final test of the battle drug. The test drug was courage, the combination of the antidote and the ability to cure the poison.

Lin Zi Chen laughed, "Hur hur, it's not poisonous, so how could it be an antidote?"

"Hmm?" Kong Wanchuan was stunned. 'This Ghost Gate Powder doesn't have any poison?' How could this be? This was a poison that almost no one in the martial arts world could cure. "Zi Chen, feel it again. You must not let your guard down at this moment."

Lin Zi Chen shook his head and smiled: "No need!"

On the other side, Yan Jiayong also asked about his father's situation. Yan Song took a deep breath. "It seems …" It's also not toxic. "

Yan Jiayong smiled and said, "Of course. What kind of poison can that broken leaf have? But that brat said that the Gate of Hell didn't have any poison. He's really laughing to death."

Yan Song could not calm down. He nodded and did not say anything else.

Lin Zi Chen said, "Since the test was fruitless, then let's end this matter here. If the Ghost sect is spreading this out, then I'll accept it."

"Alright, this is what you said. Hmph, I'm waiting for the news of your death. Dad, let's go!"

Yan Song seemed to have lost his spirit as he nodded and walked towards the black car. Before he left, he did not forget to look back at Lin Zichen. The smile on Lin Zichen's face made him feel mysterious and terrifying.

Lin Zi Chen waved his hand: "No need, don't worry Teacher."

How could Kong Wanchuan be at ease? Not just him, Wu Shuang'er and Huo Qing were also worried. On the other hand, Lin Zichen was still smiling faintly without the slightest trace of discomfort.

… ….

In the black car that had left the villa, Yan Jiayong's smile almost never left his face. It had been so long since their revenge had been avenged.

"Dad, do you think Lin Zi Chen is already dead?"

Yan Song shook his head. "No, the Ghost sect will slowly torture people to death. This is the beauty of the ghost sect dispersing."

"Hehe, what a great feeling, it's a pity that I didn't see that scene with my own eyes!" Yan Jiayong narrowed his eyes. He felt unspeakable hatred in his heart.

At this moment, Yan Song frowned. "Why is it so itchy?"

With that, he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, as if many parts of his body were starting to itch.

"Dad …" Yan Jiayong's eyes widened. "There's blood …"

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