After sweating with Boss Lu in the training room, Ruan Xilan vented her depression. Taking advantage of the time, she returned to the dormitory and entered the space to wash, and further regulated the space and land, planted spiritual plants on a large scale, regardless of the cost of spiritual liquid.

At this time, resources must be used on ideas and kept, and their lives will be gone. It is not cheaper for others, and it is better to use what she should use.

However, no matter how anxious she was, the primary marrow washing pill in her hand was taken by a middle- and low-level monk. Even if she improved the main medicine, it would only take a step forward in the efficacy of the medicine. For monks above the seventh level, it would be very slight.

This is why she was thinking about her father again, but never thought about asking her father to come back early to reunite.

There is a fatal threat above her head. Every step she takes can guess and guess, carefully planning the future—

Next, Ruan Xilan earnestly improved his proficiency in superpowers and moves, and used a lot of elixirs and spiritual liquids, just to compress the time of superpowers and moves and improve his actual combat ability.

On the battlefield, many times, life and death can be determined in one second!

Originally, she felt that there was still time to slowly train Aze’s character. At this time, she discovered the truth about the family. She only felt that time was tight and she wanted to plant the spiritual plant to mature faster, so that she could refine Aze’s and the others’ specially customized marrow cleaning pills as soon as possible—

Ruan Xilan took a little more effort and compiled the important things he discovered with the Ruan family's special password and sent them to his father, making him even more worried.

Dad has been doing tasks at high intensity. After each task is completed, he has only three days of rest. In addition to recuperating and purchasing spare elixirs, he simply does not let his father breathe a breath, let alone give him time to practice!

However, because Beirong City is the first line of defense in the border area, the resources for pills have always been scarce. If you want to buy pills that can protect yourself, you have to look at the opportunity...

Ruan Xilan is currently only a third-level alchemist, and the pills she refined are generally suitable for middle and low cultivators. When she reaches the seventh level or above, the pills she needs are even more demanding. In addition to special pills, the ordinary spiritual cultivation pills and spirit-gathering pills in her hands are not very effective on her father.

Fortunately, the heart protection pill, blood radish pill, bone-restoring pill, Fengxing pill, etc. are useful for this type of special healing. She has sent a lot of them to her father for preparation, hoping that her father can survive this period safely and let her gain a foothold in Central City!

One and a half days passed quickly while Ruan Xilan was busy preparing.

Because of this time, Elite Class 1 and Specialist Class 1 were carrying out field patrol missions together, and the heads of the two classes were acting together.

Compared to Lao Qiu's image of retirement with a big belly, the head coach of the elite group is a cold and beautiful beauty. His name is very interesting. He is called Yu Jiaren, and he does have the capital to be beautiful~

That is, his eyes were really cold. When he met Lao Qiu, his high and delicate chin really made Ruan Xilan feel no good.

Obviously, the males were different from her. She listened to the group of male classmates behind her whistling softly, and looked at Boss Lu with a faint look...

Sure enough, the males are all the same as birds, sniff!

According to statistics, there were only 60 seats for the elite class 1, and the specialty class 1 was a fixed number of 100. After three months of refreshing, the staff was full.

Only after confirming that the number of people was complete, the education staff asked the students to line up to get on the bus.

The Freshman Department of the First Military Academy, only dispatched a six-level war defense dual-purpose transport vehicle, easily accommodated the number of teachers and students in less than 200.

Go to the field zone and set off!
Chapter completed!