The medicinal herbs were fluently thrown into the small stove, this is a simple recipe for gold sore medicine, Xia Jingyu threw the medicine in one hand, held a silver spoon in the other, and stirred the liquid in the medicine pod.

Xia Jingyu's eyes kept open, looking closely at the situation in the medicine tripod.

When a normal alchemist is alchemizing, he always closes his eyes and uses his mental power to perceive the situation in the medicine tripod, and when he feels that he needs to open his eyes, he opens his eyes and throws in one or two medicinal materials. Xia Jingyu's current appearance is not so much alchemy, but more like cooking.

Elder Xia licked his lips, and an idea inexplicably entered his mind, her cooking would definitely be delicious.

Elder Xia didn't have great expectations for the success of this alchemy. If you can succeed in this way, there won't be so few alchemists, okay! Elder Xia had already gathered his mind, thinking about how to comfort people if he failed, after getting along with Xia Jingyu for so long, he slowly became less venomous, and when there was nothing to do, there was a greater chance of speaking human words.

The milky white liquid was a little viscous, Xia Jingyu used a spoon to quickly rotate in it, her eyes stared at the movement in the medicine tripod, and when Elder Xia came back to his senses, he found that there were several round pills falling in the medicine tripod.

He twisted one with his hand and let out his spiritual power perception.

Elder Xia's hand suddenly let go of the elixir, looking at Xia Jingyu as if he was looking at a monster, today's great joy and sorrow are too big, his heart of an old man really can't stand it, how can it be a second-order pill.

"How?" A faint smile slipped across the corners of Xia Jingyu's mouth, and this expression fell in Elder Xia's eyes. It's just silently saying, "Praise me, praise me, come and praise me." She finally understood why the protagonists of fantasy novels like to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers. It's a nice feeling to get the amazing eyes of others.

"How did you do that?" Elder Xia glanced at her, his face still full of incredulity.

Xia Jingyu smiled slightly: "Although I can't feel the development of the medicine with my mental power, I can deduce it according to the amount of water, the amount of medicinal materials, and the temperature of the fire." I can figure out how far each time stage will go. Xia Jingyu slowly stood up. The smile became more and more proud: "I am very smart, and I think about problems at an amazing speed, this method is only available to me, except for me." No one can figure it out. ”

She approached Elder Xia step by step: "Take me to the Alchemy Master Guild." How about measuring the alchemist level? ”

Elder Xia's heart was pounding, a ten-year-old second-order alchemist, who would believe it if he said it. What's even more terrifying than ten years old is that the girl in front of her is a person with no spiritual power and almost no spiritual power.

"A year later, we're leaving." Xia Jingyu stretched his waist, the dedication of studying by Elder Xia's side in the past five years. It's finally coming to fruition. No matter how good her calculations are, she must be familiar with the heating speed and properties of various medicinal herbs. In other words, if she wants to refine medicine, she must have seen the process of smelting this medicinal herb.

The medicinal materials needed for the first and second orders are still very cheap, and it will be a bit wasteful to use this method after the third order.

Having achieved today's goal, Xia Jingyu held the borrowed books and walked downstairs.

This time she borrowed a dozen books, a high floor, holding the books, she walked staggeringly, a book suddenly slipped from the top, rolled down the stairs a few times, and then from downstairs came the girl's sharp shout: "Which slut did it?" ”

Well, when I met someone who provoked trouble, Xia Jingyu hooked the corners of her mouth happily.

The past ten years have been too stable, and she hasn't cleaned up the troublemakers for a long time. Cleaning up Qi Nanfeng is still a matter of the previous life, and now she feels itchy and can't wait to move her muscles and bones.

The books in the library are made of special materials, and ordinary bumps will not affect the books.

Xia Jingyu weighed the angle, brushed and brushed a few books accurately fell on the head of the girl who spoke just now, and it should be uncomfortable to be smashed with more than a dozen books like this. She is becoming more and more willful, she hit someone first, and she was scolded a few times, and she probably shouldn't say anything. If you want to blame, you can only blame this girl for not being very lucky, and she didn't meet the gentle and kind Xia Jingyu many years ago.

Xia Jingyu walked down the stairs, and there was a girl about thirteen years old below, who had been smashed and sat on the ground. The girl was soft and weak, and her big eyes seemed to be dewy, like a frightened white rabbit. Behind her, there were three or five boys, and at first glance it was the rhythm of the flower messenger.

She likes to fight in groups, too.

Xia Jingyu moved her muscles and bones, people didn't stir up trouble, and she didn't do it first, Xia Jingyu pretended to be surprised and walked up: "I'm really sorry, I accidentally hurt you." Looking at her expression, there was no guilt or apology at all.

The little rabbit girl looked at her with big eyes and hatred. Xia Jingyu ignored her eyes and slowly picked up the books on the ground.

"You smashed the rain like this, do you want to leave when you say sorry?" A boy spoke, his fists clenched, and a stance that he wanted to fight was set. Before the little rabbit could speak, the flower messenger couldn't hold his breath at first, just such a little IQ, no wonder he could only be a green leaf next to the red flower.

"And what else do you want?" Xia Jingyu continued to pack up the books slowly, she piled the books aside, away from herself, if she really wanted to fight, it would not affect these books, and she would clean up again later.

"If you let Yu'er hurt, you can return it." The boy's muscles were fierce, and he rushed to Xia Jingyu's side at a swift speed, and smashed his fist at Xia Jingyu's head. These actions, in Xia Jingyu's view, are no different from slow-motion playback.

Although he couldn't cultivate spiritual power, Xia Jingyu didn't give up training on his body. The current body is surprisingly good, if it is placed in the martial arts world, it is estimated that it is a genius with fresh bones, whether it is flexibility, explosive power of muscles, strength and speed, it is amazing, and some indicators are even close to Xia Jingyu's reverse days in the last days. It's a pity, no matter how strong the physique is, in this world full of spiritual power, it seems a little chicken, whether it can deal with people with spiritual power, Xia Jingyu is not sure.

However, those who can appear in Wenyuan Pavilion are all similar to her waste wood physique.

Xia Jingyu narrowed his eyes, calculated the angle and time, and at the moment when the young man rushed over, it seemed to be a light punch. In fact, her action is tricky, with the effect of four or two thousand pounds, and she also picks at the pain point of the teenager.

With just this punch, the young man bent over and lay on the ground, drenched in cold sweat from pain.

"You, you actually injured someone." The corners of Xia Yu'er's mouth screamed, and her face was full of incredulity, as if Xia Jingyu had done something heinous.

Isn't the purpose of beating someone to injure someone?

What is it to beat people, she has also killed people.

(To be continued.) )