A boy in a white shirt and a blue shirt walked over.

"You are Bai Qingxi?" the boy asked with a little confusion.

"Exactly. ”

"It's really late, I've been waiting for a long time, come with me. The boy couldn't help but complain.

Bai Qingxi smiled apologetically, she didn't mean it.

The waiter's pace was extremely fast, Bai Qingxi had to speed up his pace, fortunately, the distance was not far, and from time to time there was the sound of hot soup tumbling and colliding with the Dan furnace, and all the disciples were attentive, and they were not half distracted because of the two more shuttles, and the Dan pharmacist was too lazy to give a little attention.

Finally escaped from the surging heat wave, Bai Qingxi brushed away the beads of sweat on her forehead, and the waiter led her to a dark and dreary corridor, the white clothes and blue shirts were swallowed by the darkness, Bai Qingxi shook off her slightly wet sleeves and followed in.

At the end of the road is a wide plain blue wall, the wall is smooth and thornless, it should be the most delicate mason plastered wall, only to see the boy in the Qian, Kun, Xun, Gen four directions in turn quickly punched, the next moment the wall shook, a blue-faced tiger head slowly emerged, black eyes blazing, nostrils as if steaming, the whole as if alive.

It was so tight, if it weren't for him, Bai Qingxi would have to work hard to get in, the waiter grabbed the tiger's head with one hand, spun a punch, only to hear a gada, the wall opened in response, and the waiter respectfully made a gesture of invitation.

Bai Qingxi didn't excuse himself, and the waiter didn't come in.

The momentary light made Bai Qingxi's eyes squint slightly, and it took a while to get used to it before she could see what was happening in front of her.

The room is as vast as three sacrificial rooftops, the snow-white clouds float in the shallow blue sky, and the north wall does not know which person's handwriting, the "cloud dome" relief is vigorous and powerful, showing the spirit of the cloud dome and the top of the clouds.

The top floor is smeared with a layer of Haoyi frost, to illuminate it, the hall is as bright as day, and I see a dark blue figure in the middle, his eyes are closed, his forehead is slightly wrinkled, his cheeks are sweating like a column, the ring finger of the middle finger of his left hand is in the middle of his right lower arm, and his right arm is slightly bent, and he also stretches out two fingers together, condensing a bright gold color, shooting straight upward, it seems to be quite painful, that person is none other than Helian Zichen.

Above it is a blue square tripod of a ding lake, the wall is engraved with water ripples, hanging in the bright golden flame at this moment, the ding is boiling and noisy, and the scene outside is no different.

Immortal Master Qi stood on top of the high position, and his face was also a little relieved.

Suddenly, Helian Zichen's left foot slammed on the ground, a chaotic qi poured into his right arm from his whole body, the bright gold color was bright, the sound of boiling soup gradually subsided, and the volume of orange-red fluid in the lake-blue square tripod rapidly shrank, condensing a small orange-red pill. As if the iron particles had met a magnet, an inexplicable suction force sucked the pill into Helian Zichen's white and generous palm.

A cluster of blooming flames burned indulgently in the boundless desert, and the corners of the mouth rose irrepressibly.

"The first alchemy can actually refine the five-grade pill, the kid has a good talent." Yu Qi Immortal Master's thick voice came from above obliquely, there are many ordinary people who fail in alchemy for the first time, and those with superior talent can only refine second- and third-grade pills, while Helian Zichen can actually refine fifth-grade pills, and his talent is really extraordinary.

"Thank you to the immortal master for teaching well." Immortal Master Qi laughed even more happily after hearing this, Helian Zichen's kung fu was also excellent.

"Qingxi boy, don't come over quickly, Gentle Township has made you forget to be a teacher." Immortal Master Qi looked at Bai Qingxi who had been waiting for a while with a sly gaze.

Bai Qingxi naturally saw the meaning of schadenfreude, but he could only respectfully apologize.

"The most important thing in alchemy is spiritual power, and you still owe some fire, let's make ten clay figurines from these first." With a wave of his hand, countless golden clay hit him, Bai Qingxi couldn't dodge, first his face suffered, and finally the whole person became a golden clay sculpture.

Bai Qingxi's whole person couldn't move, only her moist eyes were dripping and turning, Helian Zichen couldn't cry or laugh, and knocked three times on the top of her head, and the clay sculpture shattered into gold slag and fell to the ground.

Bai Qingxi was about to express her gratitude, but she felt a smooth and delicate thing gently touch her lips and even deliberately rubbed it for a while before leaving, only to feel that something was fed in her mouth, and the spicy taste made her cry rationally.

"This is called the Orange Flame Pill, which is very beneficial to the improvement of mental power. Before Bai Qingxi could say a word, Helian Zichen ran away and walked away.

The soft touch once made the roots of his ears hot, and he was embarrassed to face Bai Qingxi now.

Bai Qingxi saw that he was going to alchemy again, and he had to look at the "gold" all over the ground and was worried.

What Immortal Master Qi said was true, her spiritual power had indeed not grown, and it had only risen slightly in the past twenty years, which was very small.

Bai Qingxi tried to condense his mental power, but those scum did not move at all, in the spirit of not abandoning or giving up.

Defeat after defeat, defeat after defeat.

Those scum floated into the air, and just when Bai Qingxi thought that he was about to succeed, those golden scum seemed to lose their support in an instant, and they all fell to the ground with an uproar.

Bai Qingxi was successfully submerged again, shook the debris on his body, and then urged his mind to manipulate the sediment.

Although Helian Zichen spent most of his energy on the alchemy furnace, he still departed a part of his mind to pay attention to Bai Qingxi's every move.

Wisps of sweat fell on the young man's white face, and there was no discouragement in his eyes, always so vigorous and uplifting.

His heart seemed to be beating wildly uncontrollably, causing him to almost fail in alchemy, and he hurriedly retracted his mind, which stabilized the alchemy furnace.

Bai Qingxi didn't notice the movement outside, and there was only one goal in his heart, which was to create ten clay figures.