But this did not have any restraint on Yang Yu.

He even taught his own four symbols of heavenly will, and he had no idea. As early as when he was making a bet with Qin Lihu, he ordered the alchemist in the Danlou to recruit disciples.

At first, they refused to agree, but after he took out a large number of pill recipes one after another, he still let go.

Until Yang Yu's "turning stones into gold" seemed to have "engraved" the most ordinary elixir into "blood-transforming pills", no one objected.

Today, Yangdan Tower can produce thousands of qi-enhancing medicines, nourish blood, and hundreds of blood-changing pills every day.

This is still limited by the lack of medicinal materials, otherwise it can be increased several times.

In the Yangdan Building, Yang Yu counted many pills and the effects of the medicine. Finally, in the eyes of many alchemists, he refined a batch of the most common blood-replenishing pills into the "blood-transforming pills" in the eyes of many alchemists who were eager to see and unable to understand.

Afterwards, he left with a drift.

【Blood Transformation Dan】

【One white and one gray】

【Burn qi and strengthen blood (white), weak blood (gray)】

A gray pill flowed between Yang Yu's fingers, and deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a shadow of a purple gold gourd flashing by.

brush!

In a moment, the gray pill was shrouded in a layer of red light, and its size remained unchanged, but the fragrance of medicine came to the nose.

【Blood Transformation Pill】

【Quality: Top】

【One green and one green】

【Consolidate the foundation and cultivate the essence (light green), and the qi and blood are like elephants (deep green)】

"Super Power..."

Holding this pill, even though he combined the number of destinies and created the pills countless times, ripples still appeared in Yang Yu's heart, and he couldn't calm down.

The changes in the sky are not only the natural disasters that have occurred in recent years, but also the simplest of having a few more Taoist ghosts in the world, some lonely ghosts.

The changes of heaven are all aspects, and the master of supernatural powers is also one of them.

A blood-changing pill requires 1,423 medicinal materials, and its growth areas are spread all over the world. To refine a furnace, ten people need to burn the fire day and night, and half a furnace is loaded, and there may not be three in one furnace.

Its value is self-evident.

When he made great contributions and found the fine gold armor, Yu Fengxian gave him ten pieces, and that was just a lower-grade blood exchange pill.

But at this moment, he only thought about it. One pill only needs three kinds of ordinary medicinal materials to be boiled. The ordinary pill pinched by hand turned into the top blood exchange pill.

This is the power of supernatural powers.

Bang!

Yang Yu bounced his fingers, and a white shadow jumped up with lightning speed and swallowed the food.

Similar pills are used every white dog every three months, and it has not been interrupted for ten years.

The white dog landed on the ground and made a "screaming" sound like a coquettish voice.

"It's gone, get out!"

Yang Yu smiled and kicked the cute old dog back to the backyard: "Go and look at those two little guys."

The backyard is connected to a small martial arts venue, and there are still little guys who don’t look big, running wildly and whistling around.

Five years have passed, and this little guy who is born with ten purple lives and is destined to be the number one god in the mountains and seas, his magicality has become more and more apparent.

The spirit gathering constitution also plays a great role. The spiritual energy of such a huge royal palace is ten times more intense than outside the palace.

Even the entire Northwest Dao City, together with the nearby 100 miles, is much richer than the distance.

"I have been reading for four or five years, and I am much more sensible than in previous years. Maybe I should teach him martial arts?"

This thought flashed through Yang Yu's mind.

Born to be ten purple lives, this little guy doesn't need to say much about his feet, but he practices martial arts to vent his vigorous energy.

He had thoughts in his heart, but he was not anxious to go now. After stopping for a while, Yang Yu turned around and returned to the courtyard.

In the courtyard, there was a whistling wind, as if someone was breathing a long time, but when you looked at it with your naked eyes, you had nothing.

That is the Taoist Zhenyan who is practicing martial arts.

"call!"

"suck!"

In the courtyard, the old Taoist Xu pushed his fists and feet. His speed was very slow, but the airflow in the entire courtyard moved with the fists and feet.

Sometimes it goes east and sometimes it goes west, causing waves of air, hitting the walls, making waves of roars.

Close the gate of the courtyard, Yang Yu did not step forward, but just watched quietly.

If you have no physical body, you can still practice martial arts. If this is spread, it will be enough to make anyone stunned.

"call!"

After a long time, the old Taoist stopped and exhaled his breath as if he was alive, and his body also moved with this breath.

Buzz!

In a trance, Yang Yu felt the light and shadows in front of him intertwined. Under his gaze, the old Taoist figure turned into a pine tree with twisted leaves!

Click!

But in just a moment, the pines were cracking and the Taoist Zhenyan fell out.

"It's hard to form a shape if it has the meaning! No wonder Xuanba compared 'from virtual to real' to 'six levels of foundation building'..."

The old Taoist sighed:

"Without the flesh shell, it's difficult, difficult, difficult!"

"It took more than ten years for Prince Zhao to take this step back then. Your old life is still long, so why bother to hurry up?"

Hearing Yang Yu's comfort, the old Taoist couldn't help but glance at him:

"You are afraid that you will finish these six steps, such as tendons, skin, bones, organs, marrow, and brain?"

"How can it be so easy? Prince Zhao seemed to be stuck in the 'Material Transformation and Conjuring the Brain' back then, and he had no experience with him..."

While speaking, Yang Yu flicked his fingertips, and a drop of blood fell to the ground with the wind, rolling on the spot as he drifted his voice.

The wind grew long, and in a few blinks, it turned into a magic shadow in armor:
Chapter completed!