Enchanting Alchemist

"I'm not the kind of person who can get into the big house of the Hua family." Hua Ruge's words are meaningful.

Mao Jun shakes his head: "brother Hua is arrogant. I can see that you are a talented person, and it's a great blessing to win over you."

"Brother, I don't dare to climb the Chinese family. If there is no way out in the future, brother will go to the barracks and run for you."

"Well, I don't want it. Then you and my brother will fight side by side, killing people and drinking alcohol. It's really happy." Mao Jun said with emotion.

Born in a military family, he has always been fascinated by the battlefield.

Hua, like a song and a smile, had something in mind and didn't talk to her as usual.

On the other side, the steward said, "it's rare for the Duke of the state to compare. You may as well come on stage to compare and show our skills to the Duke of the state."

Hua Shengxiong nodded with a smile and said, "who wins the competition today, I will win."

As soon as his voice fell, a young man in his twenties or so jumped up to the ring and said, "I'm going to throw a brick at you and lead you to the jade. Who will come up and teach you?"

Tuobayu listened carefully.

"That's that the combat skills are very good, which means that this is what the Royal College lacks." Hua Ruge is analyzing.

Tuobayu nodded: "it's true, but it's not the lack of Royal College. The college is not good at fighting because it has abundant resources and doesn't need to be promoted by actual combat."

"To put it bluntly, a group of embroidered pillows." Hua ran a song and continued, "we should make complaints about it later."

"Yes, the strength of these civilian colleges is only weak, and the strong ones are all difficult roles to deal with." Tuoba Yu also said.

Hua rugo thinks it's reasonable to think that the civilian college may not be able to take several pills like the Royal College, which are distributed in large quantities every month.

But in the case of limited resources, we can still have such a strong strength, either with a strong will to work hard, or with a lot of practical experience, both of which are very difficult in combat.

Dazheng aristocrats only account for one tenth of the whole people, and the probability of fierce people is naturally much smaller than that of ordinary people.

The above battle continued, and the superior soul division won.

The war division stepped down with his chest covered, and then he was a sixth level earth soul division, which was the most defensive soul division.

The challenge arena competition has been going on, and the strength of people walking on stage is gradually improving. Hua rugo carefully observes the fighting characteristics of these people, and notes down one by one. If she meets them in the arena later, she can also grasp more points.

The contest lasted from morning to noon, during which many people were injured and stepped down. Now on the stage are two Star Wars divisions.

The following people, either because of their inferior strength or because of their efforts to participate in the selection of Jixian hall, are finally less eager to try. I think they will soon be able to determine today's challenge leader.

"The challenge leader must be one of them." Mao Jun talks.

Tuobayu nodded: "I also have the same feeling. The two people on the stage are very strong. Although the one in white is a little inferior, he is a heavy move depending on his hand. Maybe he will get it one time."

Hua Ruge didn't listen to their comments, but looked at their moves carefully. She found that although the world valued its own strength, the skills were not completely crude. For example, the two people on the stage were more skilled.

Of course, it's not as good as the ancient martial arts that used to be Hua Ruge.

There is a strong collision between a white and a green figure on the stage.

The men in blue have a solid foundation and a steady advantage.

The man in white is tough and fierce with his moves, but he also shows defeat after a long time.

Finally, after several times of complete suppression, the man in blue attacked the man in white with a sword.

The man in white knows that there is no way to avoid this sword, so he should step back and admit defeat, but he does not step back and advance.

Hua Yuege's pupil shrinks, but his heart doesn't know well.

Sure enough, the man in white bullied him, and his shoulder was blown out by a long sword.

The man in blue didn't expect this. He stared at the long sword that stabbed into the shoulder of the man in white. He was stunned.

As early as the moment of bullying, the man in white wielded a sword to cut the throat of the man in blue. He always practiced such tactics, not for competition, but for killing.

And all the challenge arena matches of Dazheng have no rules to stop. Even if they kill people, they only recognize the winner.

The man in blue was stunned for a moment after he hurt others, but the victory and life and death are often in a moment. Self rescue only has time to become an idea. The white long sword has come near.

The man in blue has even felt something cold touching his neck.

"Crackle!"

Suddenly a flash of lightning hit the body of the sword in the sky, and the impact of the fourth level soul skill stopped the long sword.

The man in white shook his sword hand and was paralyzed by the current.

At the bottom, Hua Ruge gently turns the trigger finger on his hand to store the spirit skill, and takes a long breath.

The man in blue used his sword to block the man in White's sword. It was out of danger.

But although he was not hurt by the sword, he was also cut off by the sword Qi, and his blood flowed.

Hua rugo jumped onto the stage, pressed the man and held the bleeding artery tightly. When the blood flow decreased, he took out a pill to treat the injury and put it on the damaged artery.

The pill will melt when it comes to blood. It will soon repair the injured artery and stop bleeding.

After LAN binger's injury, Hua rugo felt that he had no way to deal with the injury, not only himself, but also the Dan Fang.

So she studied for a while. Through the pharmacology that she learned from the previous generation, she bought an upgraded version of the miraculous medicine for treating trauma herbs and presented it in the form of pill.

A lot of wind elements were added to make the pill more absorbable and faster. So after a period of time, there was this pill. She was named Shengji pill.

In addition to being a snack for sable, it's the first trial. It seems to be quite successful.

She concentrated on saving people. The following people were stupid. Just when everyone noticed that the sword was going to kill people, the sword had reached the throat, and even it was late to shout.

Warfighters need to be more sensitive, but they can't react to each other.

Can judge the intention of the sword early, and make a judgment immediately, and can hit the high-speed moving sword accurately.

The speed of the reaction, the quality of the mind, and the ability to deal with the situation are almost unimaginable.

And that pill, is it Xiandan? How to cure people in a flash?

Hua Shengxiong on the stage squinted, with a look of appreciation. After watching for so long today, he only felt that the young man in front of him was pleasant. Although he didn't make a move, he concluded that the strength of a person with such a mind would never be too bad.

He is not short of powerful people, but there are not many smart people.

He likes it.

"Thank you for your help, brother. I can't thank you enough. I'll do my best if I can use it later." The man in blue got up to thank him.

"It's just a show of hands. Don't mention it." Hua Ruge's voice is light, and he is very chivalrous.

So many people, it's time to pretend.

Do soulmakers think they are dazzled? This is the same person who beat people with a stick that day?

The man in white on the opposite side has hatred and gratitude in his eyes. He hates that she didn't let him win and thanks that she didn't let him kill. Emotions are complex.

"Good!"

The clapping sound came from Hua Shengxiong above.

Hua Ruge is ready to step down. She is just a passer-by who helps her. It's time for her to leave.

"Little brother, come here." Hua Shengxiong waved, just towards Hua Ruge.

Hua Yuege breathed hard, but she walked quietly in the past. She firmly believed that the man in front of her could not recognize her.

She was only seven years old when she was expelled from her home. Now eight years later, she has taken huaxingdan again. Although she hasn't changed her appearance, no one will associate her with the waste material huaruge.

There is a distance from the stage of martial arts to the stage of war. Hua Shengxiong didn't see the appearance of Qinghua as a song in his early days, but just boasted: "it's so brave at a young age. It's really a young talent."

The steward also echoed: "the eyes of the Duke of China, I feel extraordinary at the sight of this child."

This is not a compliment, but a truth. Ordinary people who dare to fight against each other, and fight or fight for nothing.

Hua Ruge gradually walked in, and Hua Shengxiong's face became more and more clear. After eight years, the man didn't seem to be very old. It seemed that he had no mother, no self, and had no impact on his life.

It's very kind.

I don't know if he dreams back at midnight about the haggard woman and the little girl kneeling on the ground begging him.

Hua Shengxiong's face flashed a little strange when he saw Qinghua as a song. He felt that the boy was a little like the woman, like the face of the world.

However, he was soon relieved that the ugliness of the world was different, but there was always something in the beauty. If the young man and the woman were not alike, he would not think that he was so good-looking.

"Good boy, what's your name." Asked Hua Shengxiong at the front.

Hua Ruge looked at him directly, without any mood fluctuation: "Hua Ruge."

Hua Shengxiong's smiling face suddenly solidified.