Situ Wenjie knew that his strength was limited and he was not allowed to be humble.

I took off half of the load, but I was still heavy all over, but I could barely pull the bowstring.

The ten-foot target is just enough to reach it, but it is a big challenge to hit the bull's eye.

After half a day of hard work, Situ Wenjie was so tired that he was desperate.

But the hunters in the village were shouting that they would challenge the target of Baizhang, which made Situ Wenjie feel ashamed.

"I used to be a genius and arrogant, but now I can't even compare with these small villagers. I was too brave to act rashly before and dared to offend the immortal." Situ Wenjie was ashamed.

"Wenjie, I have been practicing for most of the day. I guess I am thirsty, right? Let's drink a little water first?" Lin Fan handed a pot of water.

"Thank you, the immortal." Situ Wenjie's throat was dry and he drank so much that he felt refreshed.

But I don’t know that Qingshui only felt dryness and heat in the abdomen.

Suddenly, a huge and powerful spiritual source exploded in his body.

"Lingyuan!? It's the immortal water!" Situ Wenjie's face changed in shock.

I was greedy for a moment and didn't know that there was such a powerful spiritual source contained in the water.

At this moment, Situ Wenjie sat cross-legged, using his power to absorb spiritual sources.

The spiritual source is so strong that it tempers muscles, bones, veins, and essence, qi and blood all over the body boil like boiling water.

It felt like the whole person was about to explode.

"The Supreme Immortal helps my life, but I am greedy for the younger generation." Situ Wenjie was in pain.

Lin Fan thought Situ Wenjie was choking, so he quickly patted Situ Wenjie on the back and chest: "Wenjie, are you drinking too fast, right?"

This shot made Situ Wenjie spit out water.

Very dangerous!

Situ Wenjie was still in shock and was sweating coldly.

If Lin Fan hadn't used his timely rescue, he would have been surging by the soaring spiritual source in his body.

"This water..."

Situ Wenjie came back to his senses and was shocked.

When he thought that when he was hit by the distraction realm, he would drink a mouthful of spiritual dew.

But the spiritual source contained in this pot of water is a hundred times stronger than the spiritual dew he has experienced. Is it the legendary immortal dew?

Lin Fan took the lead in Xianlu, and Situ Wenjie was even more awe-inspiring.

Just thinking that he had ruined a large mouthful of precious immortal dew for nothing made him extremely frightened: "The Supreme Immortal forgives his sins, because he is stupid and ignorant, and he is greedy for a moment and ruins the immortal dew."

"Xianlu? It's just boiled water, but our mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the taste is indeed sweet." Lin Fan smiled slightly.

Boiled water?

Situ Wenjie was stunned for a long time and breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, the above immortal cultivation powers, even if it is immortal dew, it is just ordinary water to quench thirst in the eyes of the immortal."

Although he had ruined a lot of immortal dew, Situ Wenjie felt that his cultivation and physical strength had been improved several times with the fate of spiritual sources.

He was exhausted, and instantly felt a lot of energy. He felt like he was full of energy.

"It turns out that the immortal is creating me, and it's all my fault for being too greedy for me." Situ Wenjie realized it and was very moved.

However, Situ Wenjie also found that each of the hunters had a gourd of water in their hands, and they were drinking big mouthfuls of pain, without any abnormalities.

"Dare you dare to ask sir, are they riding in this water?" Situ Wenjie asked in surprise.

"Yes, every household drinks well water."

"Each household?"

"Yes, our Taoyuan Village is far away from the city, so we naturally rely on the mountains to eat and drink water. The children in the village all grew up drinking this water."

"Boys..."

Situ Wenjie's mouth twitched, and it was not just a blow to him, but a subverting of the entire worldview.

No wonder these hunters in the village are born with divine power. They have grown up drinking this fairy dew since childhood.

As a powerful person in the distraction realm, Situ Wenjie couldn't even hold on to a mouthful of immortal dew. It was indeed too shameful.

Thinking further, every household in the village uses immortal dew as the source of water. Such calligraphy and magical powers are extraordinary. Could it be that Lin Fan's cultivation has surpassed the immortals?

Situ Wenjie was extremely terrified when he thought about it carefully, and his awe became even more awe.

"Thanks to the cultivation of Mr., the younger generations must work hard to maintain the village and repay the kindness of the immortals!" Situ Wenjie swore with confidence.

"Well, archery skills start from the most basic skills, but you need to work harder." Lin Fan smiled with relief.

As he was speaking, a hunter came over with a strange man: "Sir, someone is injured!"

"kindness?"

Lin Fan looked through the sound and said that it was Zhang Mo's face.

I saw my legs were covered in blood and blood, as if I was injured by a beast.

"What's going on?" Lin Fan hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"This gentleman was injured by jackals in the mountains. I happened to meet him when I was hunting outside." The hunter replied.

The man seemed to have lost too much blood, his face turned pale, and he gasped: "I heard from this little brother that there is a living god in the village who has a wonderful hand and rejuvenated life. I wonder if I can recommend it to me, I am very grateful..."

"The living god is the name of me by the villagers, but I am indeed a doctor."

"Then are you that living god?"

"Little doctor, I laughed." Lin Fan said seriously: "I think you have lost too much blood. Please sit down first. I happened to bring a bottle of golden sore medicine to heal the wound and stop the bleeding."

"Thank you, God."

The man was grateful, but he looked at Lin Fan secretly.

"This kid is the alien whom Elder Xue Tu mentioned. It seems to be the same as a mortal, and his cultivation is mediocre. I really don't know where the Poison Dragon is so respectful?" The man was confused.

Yes, this man is the Blood Demon.

To be cautious, the Blood Demon hides his identity and cultivates, sneaks into Taoyuan Village to investigate this so-called paranoia.

As the saying goes, if you can't bear to leave your child, you can't trap the wolf. The blood demon's wound is indeed caused by self-harm, and it is absolutely true.

Unfortunately, after seeing Lin Fan, he was greatly disappointed.

If it weren't for the fact that Situ Wenjie was here, the Blood Demon would have thought it was a blood slaughter pit to trick him.

Speaking of Situ Wenjie, he knew that the Blood Sect was going to be unfavorable to him, but he was willing to stay in this village. It seems that there is something hidden in this village, or that the so-called paranoia in front of him has some tricks.

Without knowing the reality and reality, the blood demon dared not offend Lin Fan.

At this time, Lin Fan took out a bottle of medicine from his arms.

"This is the golden sore medicine I prepared. In the past, hunters in the village were injured by beasts outside, which was quite effective. However, the medicine was in the wound and it was inevitable that the pain would be painful. I hope the teacher would be patient." Lin Fan's face was serious.

"It's okay, the Supreme Immortal just use his hands." The Blood Demon smiled in his heart.

If he knew the pain, he would not be self-harm.

But I don’t know, Lin Fan poured some medicine powder.

With this little medicine powder, a piercing pain stimulating the nerves all over the body.

ah!

The blood demon twitched all over and screamed.

Lin Fan was shocked. Is it really that painful?

"Sorry, I don't have any painkillers, please bear with me." Lin Fan was sweating coldly.

endure!

Be patient!

Is this really a healing medicine? Why does it feel more poisonous than poison?

The Blood Demon even doubted in his heart whether Lin Fan had seen through himself long ago and would have deliberately punished himself?

Those hunters looked contemptuous. This man is too fragile, right?

They have suffered such wounds countless times. Every time, the wounds under half a bottle of golden sore medicine are not painful or itchy. I really don’t know why the Blood Demon screams so exaggeratedly?

The blood demon had anger in his heart, but could only swallow his anger.

If Lin Fan really tried on purpose, the blood demon would not be exposed.

"It's okay, it's really okay, I can bear it!" The Blood Demon endured the pain and anger.

"Okay..." Lin Fan looked embarrassed.

Then, he carefully poured some medicine powder on the blood demon's wound.

"howl!"

The Blood Demon screamed again, and those who didn't know thought they were killing pigs.

sweat!

It was Wang Meng before, but now it is this man again.
Chapter completed!