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Compared to the path of cultivation, it is not bad, or even more difficult, and among the ten thousand monks, it is difficult to produce a few who have the talent of alchemy!

Of course, there is a more important reason.

It is that the consumption of the word "wealth" in the cultivation of the Dan Dao is too great, even if a Xiuzhen family wants to cultivate an alchemist, it is difficult to enter the heavens, and it may not be possible to produce a Lingquan-level pharmacist even if the family wealth is exhausted.

In this regard, Chen Ting's luck is not good.

Fortunately, he has been practicing in the Yin Yang Holy Sect since the beginning, and he was made the Taiyin Holy Son in his early years, and he lacks nothing, and no one dares to gossip if he wants to refine medicine and squander it at will.

The bad thing is also this, in the Yin and Yang Holy Land, anything can be reached out and taken at will, and the elixir is eaten like a sugar pill.

Therefore, after learning that he didn't have much talent for alchemy, his whimsical interest in alchemy gradually cooled down, and even after becoming a second-step great cultivator, he could barely refine a life palace-level pill at most, and that's it.

Such a bundle is worthy of the style of the Yin Yang Holy Sect!

After slandering two sentences in his heart, Chen Ting calmed down.

With one palm, he slapped the lid open, took out the corresponding herbal spirit fruit in turn, and dealt with it without hurry.

The Snow Condensing Pill is a more common type of pill among the high-grade Lingquan-grade pills, and the difficulty is not too great.

Chen Ting had also refined it many times, so his demeanor was very skillful, and there was no mistake.

Turning the palm with one hand, a pale yellow spiritual fire rose from the palm, and the scorching temperature seemed to be able to scorch everything, but it was easily placed in the palm of Chen Ting's palm, burning and growing.

With a palm slapped out, the spiritual fire hit just below the medicine tripod and began to scorch the medicine tripod.

Without a pause, Chen Ting took out a porcelain bottle and poured all the medicinal liquid that had just been squeezed out of the spirit fruit into it.

Then there are the petals of the snow lotus, which is more than 300 years old.

The root filament at the end of the folded root......

The main drug and auxiliary drug are continuously put into the medicine tripod and close the lid.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Ting used his spiritual power to continuously bless the spiritual fire under the medicine tripod, and at the same time always pay attention to the changes in the elixir in the medicine tripod and control it.

Alchemy is an incomparably delicate and endurance test, and the control of fire, spiritual power conversion, and fusion between medicinal liquids all need to be careful.

If you don't pay attention to it, a small mistake will be wasted, and what you refine is a waste pill.

Chen Ting didn't dare to be careless, he concentrated on refining the medicine, and after refining the Snow Condensing Pill for so long, he had his own experience, so there was nothing wrong.

About half a pillar of incense later.

Wisps of pure qi gradually floated on the medicine pod, which was a sign that the pill was about to become a reality!

There was no sadness or joy, Chen Ting just glanced at it, and continued to control the details of the condensate collection pill.

After more than ten breaths, the pure qi that appeared on the medicine tripod carried a trace of fragrant fragrance, slowly drifting away, and then circulating between the medicine tripods, surrounded by mist.

Dancheng, Kaiding!

In the slowly rising pure qi, it can be seen that ten thumb-sized jade white pills fall into the medicine tripod, white as snow, shaped like pearls, it is the Lingquan-level pill - Snow Condensing Pill!

Ten Cheng Dan, which Chen Ting did not expect.

A few days ago, he only had eight Cheng Dan at most, and after many days, he had made some progress in refining the Snow Condensing Pill, which was something to be happy about.

Striking while the iron was hot, Chen Ting put the ten snow condensing pills into the porcelain bottle, and then prepared to continue alchemy.

It's just that this second time, the good momentum was not continued, and just because of a trivial mistake, a ding of pills was buried.

And so on and so forth.

Chen Ting has refined more than ten Ding Dan medicines, but the Cheng Dan rate is still between five or six percent, and there is not much change, but the quality and quantity of Cheng Dan have improved slightly compared with the day before yesterday, which is not bad.

Except for the refining of the two Lantian Returning Jade Pills, the rest are all Snow Pills.

After refining so much, not only did he want to keep it for his own use, but he also wanted to sell some more and accumulate more spirit stones.

It took nearly two and a half hours to make the alchemy.

Chen Ting didn't continue to refin, and the arrangement of the small hidden spirit array was not mainly for refining medicine.

After tidying up the medicine tripod and all the things, he sat cross-legged and breathed.

A moment later.

Chen Ting took out the Sumeru Ring from his arms, and with a little light, he saw three long swords with flashing sharp white rays falling in front of him.

The aura is faint, and the sharpness is hidden.

These three long swords are all high-level magic weapons, but he exchanged them from the Xuanyuan Hall with merit points.

Here, I want to talk about the preparations he made before leaving Mingyimen.

Not only is the essence of a spirit stone flower in his body, but even the merit points are completely gone, and most of them are spent on high-level magic weapons.

Now that he is a cultivator of the ninth layer of the Spirit Spring, the four low-level magic weapons attached to the spirit in the Sumeru Ring have been unable to keep up with the pace of cultivation.

Therefore, he only spent eighteen merit points and exchanged for nine long swords, preparing to possess the spirit again and add a layer of weight to his hard power.

"Taiyin Dayan Sword Array" No. 3: Nine Palace Heavenly Star Array.

With his cultivation now, he can barely exert it.

Without thinking much about it, Chen Ting's spiritual power around his body was running wildly, and the three spiritual powers hit behind the magic weapon long sword respectively, and then he saw the three long swords floating in the air and standing upright in front of him.

The spiritual power rises, and the secret method is silently recited in the heart.

After a few breaths, wisps of dark aura began to circulate, and then they left the body, and flowed through the three long swords in mid-air through the transmission of spiritual power.

The originally sharp long sword was gradually completely covered by the ghostly light, and from the outside to the inside, the power of extreme yin spread all over the sword body.

It is worthy of being a high-level magic weapon, and the power of the extreme yin that can be contained has been greatly increased.

Of course, the pressure on Chen Ting also increased.

It was the output of spiritual power again, and it was the transformation of secret methods, even if it was the cultivation of the ninth layer of his spiritual spring, it gradually showed that it was overwhelmed.

A moment later.

Feeling that the power of the extreme yin on the long sword had almost penetrated, Chen Ting's eyes were certain, and he immediately urged the "Three Lives Town Prison Palm".

I saw him carry it with one palm, and a golden light suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, sparkling and shining, extremely dazzling!

The brilliance became more and more prosperous, and then Chen Ting's three palms struck in succession, landing on the three dark long swords in the air.

In an instant, the golden light covered the body of the long sword, as if it were a golden sword.

After doing all this, Chen Ting immediately retracted his palms and began to breathe, slowly recovering the greatly depleted spiritual power.

Next.

Putting on a hat and scarf and covering his face tightly, Chen Ting went out early.

In a different place, he set up a stall to sell medicine.

And so for three days.

At night, he will refine the pill and add a long sword to the spirit, and during the day, he will change his image and run around Yaocheng to sell medicine.

In just three days, he not only completed the attachment of nine high-level magic weapon long swords, but also accumulated a lot of pills and more than 2,780 spirit stones in the Sumeru ring, and the harvest was not unsubstantial.

But only for these three days.

In the past few days, the sale of snow condensing pills has appeared everywhere in Yaocheng, and it has gradually spread secretly, attracting the attention of many chambers of commerce and elixir shops.

Yaocheng, south of the city.

There is a tea house with nearly ten floors high - auspicious tea house, antique, poetry, calligraphy and painting decorate everywhere, the whole tea house is set off with great style.

Although the name of this teahouse is clichéd, it is famous far and wide, and many monks will come to Yaocheng just to taste the fragrant tea of this teahouse.

this day.

On the second floor of the teahouse, at a small wooden table near the windowsill, Chen Ting was quietly sipping tea.

Everything was done, but he did not leave Yaocheng, but came to this teahouse as he had done two days ago.

On the entire second floor, there are a lot of monks seated, not only local monks in Yaocheng, but also more from all over the world.

The so-called mixed fish and dragons are the most suitable for listening to the news.

Many monks here are not stingy with their tongues, and are willing to talk freely about some dynasty secrets, major and small things, or loose cultivation, enjoying this harmony and beauty, and sipping fragrant tea is also a great pleasure.

At this time, there was a table of three monks talking to attract Chen Ting's attention.

It's about the turmoil in Hongyun Prefecture.

It is said that since a month ago, there have been many ghosts, gods and demons, not only among ordinary mortals, but also many monks have encountered such strange things, disturbing the mind for the time being, and even some monks have died violently and tragically for no reason, and this is not an isolated case.

This incident made Hongyun Prefecture panic and fluctuated greatly.

For this reason, not only the Hongyun Prefecture capital was alarmed, but even the imperial capital Hengyang City was greatly shaken, and many royal envoys were sent to investigate the matter.

Later, the three monks began to talk about the interesting details, but most of them were trivial matters.

Retracting his mind, Chen Ting couldn't help but turn his mind.

Regardless of whether this hearsay is true or false for the time being, but the strange things in Hongyun Prefecture should be true, after all, he also had some rumors two days ago, and it is similar to what these three people said.

"In this way, the center of this turmoil should be in Hongyun Prefecture."

Secretly thinking in his heart, Chen Ting thought of more, including the arrangement of his planned itinerary, after all, he still had the task of Mingyimen.

At this moment, a noisy and constant noise sounded downstairs, pulling Chen Ting back from his thoughts.

"Go down and see, there's something good!"

At the same time, Qian Siye, who had not been in contact for a long time, sent a divine message that went straight to Chen Ting's heart.

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