It's easy to kill, but hard to save.
Even King Yun is helpless.
Now that King Yun has handed over power to Zhao Yufan, everyone can only follow his arrangements.
Soon, Zhao Yufan arranged for everyone to give ordinary detoxification pills to the villagers, and needed the power in the body to protect the villagers' internal organs from damage.
Hearing that he wanted to use his own energy to save the villagers, the Eleventh King did not agree directly, but looked at Zhao Yufan hesitantly.
If they expend their strength to save the villagers, the Eleven Kings' combat effectiveness will decrease.
If the men from the Black Robe Party appear at that time, their lives will be in danger.
Zhao Yufan did not explain anything, nor did he persuade them.
He just said calmly: "Whatever, you can watch them die slowly."
Although the Eleventh King was cruel, their hearts softened when they looked at the old, young, women and children rolling on the ground, at the young lives dying, and at their helpless eyes for help.
After all, they are not treacherous and evil people, and they cannot do treacherous and evil things.
Looking at the eleven kings who dispersed to save people, Zhao Yufan pursed his lips and smiled.
King Yun also smiled.
Like everyone else, he was also treating the villagers.
Zhao Yufan found a secret place alone and started refining elixirs.
Before he left Qinglan Sect, he collected a lot of medicinal materials.
With his previous accumulation, the medicinal materials could almost pile up into several hills.
The poison of Devil's Motherwort is easy to detoxify, and the required medicinal materials are also very common.
However, there are many types of medicinal materials used, so it is not easy to refine it.
Zhao Yufan didn't know what level of alchemy he was, but he could refine the antidote.
In the evening, he had not yet refined a large amount of elixirs, but the Blood King and others were getting impatient.
They did everything as Zhao Yufan asked, but Zhao Yufan disappeared.
"Asshole, did he lie to us again?"
The Blood King frowned, thinking that the cunning Zhao Yufan had left.
King Meng looked at King Yun, as if waiting for him to speak.
King Yun's expression remained as usual.
He was not worried.
Instead, he said curiously, "Guess what he is doing?"
The Rat King carried the golden shovel and joked: "He dug a hole and escaped.
Although this guy is very strong, he is not good at saving people and detoxifying.
He probably left on his own because he was afraid of the enemy."
Speaking of detoxification, several people looked at the Poison King who rarely spoke.
Poison King is good at using poison, and naturally he is also good at detoxifying.
However, his frowning look made several people feel disappointed.
Poison King obviously did not think of a way to detoxify.
After he smelled the poison, he began to concentrate on thinking about how to detoxify it, but half a day later, he still had no clue.
"This kind of poison is difficult to detoxify.
A fifth-grade alchemist can detoxify it, but a fourth-grade alchemist cannot."
King Meng frowned, looked into the distance and complained: "I asked you to learn alchemy, but you didn't learn it.
If you had learned it, these people wouldn't have died."
Everyone fell into silence when they heard the word death.
In just half a day, dozens of villagers died.
At this time, at the entrance of the village, a figure came speeding up.
Seeing the figure, the Eleventh King frowned again.
The person coming was Zhao Yufan.
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"Give these pills to the villagers, one for each person."
Zhao Yufan said eagerly.
However, no one moved.
They did not believe that Zhao Yufan would have the antidote, and they did not want to use these so-called antidotes to kill the villagers.
Zhao Yufan was a little speechless.
There was no time to explain now, so he had to do it himself.
He flew among the villagers, constantly giving them antidotes.
When it got dark, he finally panted and pinched his waist, looking at the Eleventh King, "You won't help me."
"I'm afraid of killing the villagers," the Blood King said bluntly.
Meng Wang frowned and observed the villagers' reactions, "If they died, it was you who caused them."
Hearing this, Zhao Yufan curled his lips and said with a sly smile: "Anyway, if I don't save them, they will die.
Why not give it a try." give it a try Several people recalled Zhao Yufan's words in their minds, with anger on their faces.
These were hundreds of lives, how could he try it?
Could it be that he didn't put these people's lives in his eyes?
But why did he persist in saving people in the first place?
Was it just to see if the elixir he prepared could save people?
"You are scorning human life."
The Sword King glared at Zhao Yufan angrily.
If King Yun hadn't been there, he would have definitely taught Zhao Yufan a lesson, "Don't you know the consequences?"
Zhao Yufan was silent, with a smile on his face, and turned his head to listen to everyone's angry comments.
"Zhao Yufan, I really didn't expect you to be so despicable."
"Suffer death, Zhao Yufan."
"You are a disciple of a famous family, how could you do such a thing?"
King Meng couldn't believe it.
The Rat King took two steps back in disgust, looked at Zhao Yufan fiercely, and muttered: "Asshole."
The most noteworthy thing is the Poison King.
The Poison King is holding a pill refined by Zhao Yufan and studying it carefully.
He studied for a long time and found that the elixir was made from sixty-six kinds of medicinal materials, but the specific sixty-six kinds of medicinal materials were unknown.
He was very curious and couldn't help but ask: "Where is your elixir?"
Come" When he said this, everyone suddenly thought of the elixirs.
How did Zhao Yufan obtain hundreds of elixirs?
It was absolutely impossible for him to develop them himself.
He was not an alchemist, so how could he refine elixirs?
Even an alchemist couldn't refine hundreds of elixirs in just half a day.
"How many grades of elixir?"
Blood King asked with a frown.
Poison King said calmly: "Fourth grade."
As soon as the words came out, everyone's minds went blank and they didn't believe it at all.
"What grade?"
Blood King asked loudly.
"Fourth grade."
Hearing the words of the Poison King again, everyone was shocked and surprised.
What happened was simply unbelievable.
They could not imagine how Zhao Yufan did all this.
That was hundreds of fourth-grade elixirs.
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Let alone a fifth-grade alchemist.
It is impossible for a sixth-grade alchemist to refine so much in half a day, unless it is a seventh-grade alchemist.
But even if they were beaten to death, they would not believe that Zhao Yufan was a seventh-grade alchemist.
Even Zhao Yufan himself did not believe it.
Believe it or not, hundreds of pills really appeared.
"Who is helping you?"
Blood King asked with his eyes widened.
Zhao Yufan had already thought of his words and said calmly: "I have a treasure that can be used to refine pills in large quantities."
Hearing what he said, the Eleventh King pondered.
The Zimang Empire did have some alchemy furnaces that could improve the quality of the elixirs, and some could also increase the quantity or the speed of elixir refining.
Zhao Yufan's explanation was not convincing, but he finally had an explanation and it was hard for others to ask.
However, Poison King asked another question: "This elixir is made from a mixture of sixty-six kinds of herbs.
Even if you have a treasure, the treasure will never help you automatically refine the elixir.
So how did you refine it?"
Zhao Yufan was speechless.
He really hadn't thought about this problem.
Still, he's trying to think of an answer
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