After a fight with Su Yingxia, Han San started a new journey of alchemy.

In order to avoid embarrassing things happening again, Han found a reason and excuse and hid in the forest.

With the experience and lessons of the last time, Han Sanqian did not dare to leave the double dragon tripod for even half a step this time, and has been carefully and patiently guarding the medicine refining.

About a day and a night later, Han Sansan carefully opened the tripod cover. Sure enough, with a faint fragrance, Han Sansan knew that his kung fu was worthy of his heart, and things became.

When the smoke dispersed, the full pills lay quietly in the cauldron, accompanied by a slight flash of silver light.

"Shit, perfect."

Han Sanqian smiled. He was like a monkey coming down the mountain. He quickly collected all the pills. Later, he collected the tripod and went back to the wooden house.

The previous mistakes and embarrassment can finally be completely put down.

When these pills were given to everyone, Han threethousand thought he could take off his hat of humiliation.

After taking a look at Ning Yue, Han Sanqian called her outside.

"It may be hard for you to train recently. I will provide pills every day." Han threethousand Dao.

"Is it possible that it has been encouraged too much?" Ning Yue asked, "the old member is not a big problem, but after all, the people you called in are just at the beginning. Besides, do you really believe them?"

"If you don't believe it, you have to believe it. How can the other side give up? They will always make a comeback. The longer the time is quiet, the more ferocious the coming day will be."

"The old disciples of the mystic alliance have suffered heavy losses. If they are faced with a large war, it will obviously be very difficult. We always need the help of these people."

"So..."

Ning Yue nodded: "I see. Whether you lose or win, you have to bet. It's really a pity if you admit defeat without even gambling. Don't worry. I know what to do."

"In addition, you can count the number of the old disciples. Except for those who have important work, all of them come to me. I will wait for them in the woods at midnight tonight." Han threethousand Dao.

Ning Yue frowned: "can I ask more?"

"Are you asking me what I want?" Han asked.

Ning Yue nodded.

"I know the other side's storm must be very strong, but who can know how strong it is. Although we can rely on the city wall to defend, don't forget that the other side obviously expected this."

"What's more, the most important thing is that even the soldiers who should fall into the city are loyal to us. They can be their soldiers before and after. They know their roots. On the contrary, I don't know who they will bring to attack us this time. The enemy's secret is the situation."

"At this point, we must understand and do something to cope with their advantages."

"What do you think?" Asked Ning Yue.

"When a large army is pressing on the border, it is most afraid of being trapped. This will not only trap people, but also their spirit." Han threethousand Dao.

Ning Yue nodded: "exactly. So you mean, let a group of old members..."

Han threethousand smiled coldly: "a sharp knife suddenly came into a rhinoceros skin. What do you think will happen?"

Speaking of this, Han Sanxia smiled: "is it that easy to encircle me? It's settled like this. It's midnight tonight. Be on time."

After that, Han turned and walked towards the woods.

Looking at Han Sanqian's cool and indifferent back, Ning Yue was stunned at first, and then suddenly smiled. She knew that the man in front of her must have had his overall plan.

Follow him and never worry about what to do next, because he always prepared ahead of time.

However, how can a group of old members become sharp knives? She was curious.

"It's interesting..." Ning Yue smiled gently and turned to gather people

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