Zhang Guangyou directly refused, with an unquestionable tone.

Zhang Han was a little helpless, but he didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and digested the three elixirs that he ate. The cracks in his dantian had been absorbing, breaking the balance in his body, and the spiritual power was rioting in the meridians. Given the situation, it is not possible to truly heal the wounds. In addition, the Taiyi wood is constantly flickering in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the only way is to break through.

The speed is fast, and the spiritual power is also consumed quickly.