Legend of Yan Wu

Hearing Han Mo's question, Uncle Luo no longer hesitated, nodded and asked, "Han Mo, how is your teacher's strength? Is he a master of alchemy?"

"My teacher..." Han Mo was hesitant to say anything. Although the teacher is highly skilled in refining medicine, no one can find it now, and the teacher is still far away in the Kuanglan Empire. Even if he wanted to help Uncle Luo, he would have more than enough energy.

Seeing that Han Mo didn't speak, Uncle Luo's excited expression became much calmer, thinking that Han Mo's teacher was not a master.

Han Mo sighed, frowned and said, "I don't know the teacher's strength, but he is definitely very strong, and his ability to make medicine is superb, but his whereabouts are uncertain, and he is still far away in the Kuanglan Empire. Even if he finds him, he wants to help you. It's a half-time thing."

"So you're a master?" Uncle Luo asked again uncertainly.

"Master...well, he might be even more master than master." Han Mo replied with a nod. For the master's medicine refining skills, Han Mo admired from the bottom of his heart. No. 1 in China, but Han Mo feels that the level gap between him and the teacher is really not a little bit. In this way, someone like Purseus should be regarded as a master, and the teacher should be regarded as a master.

With Han Mo's confirmation, Uncle Luo's eyes were extremely excited. He thought he was not a master at first, but now Han Mo said that he was even more a master than a master. The hope that was about to extinguish was rekindled, and he grabbed Han Mo's hand and said, "Then can you hold your hand?" Did your teacher bring here, I really need a strong alchemist to help me."

Han Mo frowned when he heard the words, and asked tentatively: "What is Uncle Luo going to do, why don't you tell me first, maybe I have a way."

Uncle Luo shook his head when he heard the words, and sighed: "Unless you have a level of five or more in refining medicine, you can't help me."

"Fifth grade?" Han Mo gasped when he heard the words. What is the concept of fifth grade, and the level of refining medicine has a lot to do with his own level. Before that, Han Mo obviously had the experience of refining second grade elixir. Ability, but it is so difficult to succeed, even if his own strength is too weak, the fighting spirit cannot be supplied.

"Uncle Luo, my teacher's whereabouts are really uncertain. When I find the teacher, I don't know when it will be. You saved me. I will do my best to do this, but Han Mo really can't guarantee it." Mo said with a guilty expression that he also really wanted to help Uncle Luo, but the teacher was still not himself, and Han Mo could not agree without authorization.

"It's not a problem. I will stay here for the rest of my life. You can come whenever you find your teacher. Of course, if your teacher doesn't want to, I won't blame you." Uncle Luo said with a slightly gloomy look. After all, alchemist is a rare profession, no matter where he is, he is worshiped by everyone, let alone fifth-rank alchemist. Although there are many geniuses on the mainland, fifth-rank alchemist seems to be at the master level. How can it be so easy? Please come.

Han Mo nodded heavily, and said, "Uncle Luo, you are my benefactor if you saved me. I will do my best for this job. Even if I can't find a teacher, I will help you to invite a master alchemist to come over." , if you can’t invite them, then Han Mo will work hard to cultivate by himself, and he will definitely become a fifth-rank pharmacist.”

Luo Tian didn't doubt Han Mo at all. Han Mo was still young, he had done such a thing at only 17 years old, and Luo Tian didn't dare to think deeply about his future.

"My wife passed away, but she...she can't die." Uncle Luo looked at Han Mo, hesitantly gritted his teeth and said, Han Mo could tell that Uncle Luo didn't want to mention this matter very much, but this time he needed his own Help, I have to say it out of necessity.

Han Mo suddenly thought of something, frowned and said, "Uncle Luo, do you want...to temper the human body with alchemy and bring the dead back to life?"

"That's right." Uncle Luo nodded seriously.

Han Mo was taken aback, he didn't expect Uncle Luo to need such help, Han Mo had already seen this bizarre record in the alchemy classics.

Many young alchemists, who thought they were amazing and peerless, unintentionally developed a way to bring the dead back to life, that is, to refine people in the way alchemists refine elixir, but this refining It's too dangerous, if one is not well controlled, the refined corpse will directly turn into nothingness.

Of course, Han Mo has also seen successful cases in the classics. Many dead people have been revived after being refined by the master alchemist, but there is a very important premise in this matter, that is, the dead A person's soul cannot be damaged in the slightest, and the body must be preserved intact, otherwise it will be difficult to resurrect.

"Uncle Luo, sister-in-law... how is she doing now?" Han Mo asked hesitantly.

At this moment, Uncle Luo seemed to be caught in a knot in his heart. After a long time, he slowly opened his closed eyes, exhaled a foul breath and sighed: "The main reason why I don't leave here is because my wife is the last one in the open village. In the middle, there is a small mountain peak, and inside the cave is a thousand-year-old ice coffin, and my wife is inside."

"Thousand-year ice? Since it is preserved by the thousand-year ice, it should be fine for a while." Han Mo nodded and said, the thousand-year ice is also considered rare. Ice creates all kinds of things, and this kind of storage method has been around for a long time.

"So I can wait for you, there will be no problem for decades." Uncle Luo looked at Han Mo and said gratefully. He didn't expect that he would come back with a stunning and peerless genius boy.

"In this case, Han Mo must live up to expectations." Han Mo cupped his hands to Uncle Luo and said, Han Mo was always warm-hearted, and Uncle Luo had saved him again, so there was no reason to refuse this matter.

When Han Mo said this, he seemed to think of something, and asked, "Uncle Luo, if you don't let Yiyi and Huanhuan leave here, you must be worried about the enemy chasing and killing you?"

Uncle Luo sighed and nodded when he heard the words. He seemed to have aged a lot suddenly, "I finally avoided those plague gods. I don't want them to be involved in this hatred."

"Then why don't you let them practice? Since the enemy is still chasing and killing you, then you should expand your own strength, not for others, just to let everyone have a skill to defend themselves, otherwise if one day... sorry, Han Mo You are straightforward, but the reasoning is definitely the same." Han Mo looked at Uncle Luo and said with a frown.

"Let's talk about this later. I know you and Yiyi talked about the outside world. These juniors also seem to go out to see the outside world. It's because they don't have the strength. If they have the strength, I won't let them go out. , That's why I don't let them practice, you still don't understand many things." Uncle Luo said.

Hearing this, Han Mo didn't say anything more, what Uncle Luo said could only be said to make sense to him.

Han Mo stayed in Uncle Luo's tribe for half a month. During this time, Han Mo studied the volume of combat skills given by the old man. The combat skill is called Heaven Control Technique, which is an extremely rare control The nature of combat skills is somewhat similar to that of Nine-Tailed Lynx, but the barrier to entry for this volume of exercises is too high, so Han Mo just researched it and stuffed it into Najie.

In half a month, Han Mo adjusted his state to the peak, and Han Mo also experienced the thrill of being a great martial artist. The next day, Han Mo and Uncle Luo quietly left the tribe, in order not to disturb Yiyi and the others.