The fire spirit appeared in the palm of the ink dye, scorching the bottom of the furnace, looking at the medicinal herbs beside him, and taking a deep breath.

"There is only one copy of medicinal materials, and it can only succeed, not fail."

Ink Dye's hands were skillfully operating, and his black eyes were staring closely at the situation in the furnace, controlling the release and recovery of spiritual power, and after a while, Ink Dye's white forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

"Dye, come on."

Xia Muyao stood by the barrel, holding Lan Luoyi's hand on the edge of the barrel with her palm, her eyes looked at the ink stain, and a faint worry appeared in her eyes.

"Hmm... It hurts, it hurts......"

Lan Luoyi's face in the barrel was pale, muttering unconsciously, her brows were furrowed, and her arms began to move restlessly, the pain seemed to stimulate Lan Luoyi's consciousness, making her extremely uncomfortable.

"Mu Yao, press her!"

Mo Ran devoted himself to refining the elixir, but was regained by Lan Luoyi's moaning, and at a glance, he saw Lan Luoyi who began to move.

"Don't worry, I can do it, don't be distracted, be careful of getting hurt."

Xia Muyao tore off the shawl on her arm, tied Lan Luoyi's hands so that she wouldn't hurt her, and then pressed her shoulders with both hands to fix her.

Lan Luoyi was still struggling, and the liquid in the barrel was splashed out by her violent movements, which made Xia Muyao so embarrassed.

"It hurts so much......"

The liquid nourishes Lan Luoyi's damaged meridians, bones, and wounds, and the elixir prepared by the ink dye has the effect of washing the essence and removing the marrow, and while treating the injury, there will naturally be some severe pain.

Lan Luoyi unconsciously slapped, shouted, and cried bitterly, Xia Muyao acted as a coolie, and really paced back and forth with the worries of the people outside.

"Roy, what's wrong? The voice ......"

Yan Yan looked at the closed door, Lan Luoyi's cry of pain sounded in his ears, looked at Jun Chenyuan, and then looked at the wooden door, and stopped talking with a look on his face.

It's a pity that everyone is worried, and no one answers Yan Yan's words.

Martial Saint Yue Tie had a blue face, and there were still blood stains on his neckline, he kept pacing in the courtyard, his brows furrowed, and his fingers clenched his fists restlessly and let go.

Mo Zhiyi was the same, standing aside with a bad face, pursing his thin lips without saying a word.

Jun Chenyuan sat on the stone chair next to him and made a pot of tea, the heat rose and the fragrance of tea overflowed.

He slowly prepared the teacup, poured the Qingling tea, and divided three cups and put them aside.

"I said you are worried about something, ink dye said no problem, no problem, Lao Tzu believes ink dyeing.

Also, Shengyue, can you kid go and change his clothes, the bloody gas is too heavy, I am afraid that if Luo Yi wakes up in a while, he will be fainted by you. ”

Yan Yan waved his hand, shook his head and said disdainfully to Wu Shengyue, without looking at Wu Shengyue's expression, he naturally approached Jun Chenyuan's side, picked up the teacup and drank it all.

"Good tea!"

Jun Chenyuan bowed slightly, and his purple eyes looked at the closed door again.

Wu Shengyue heard Yan Yan's words, his eyes seemed to light up a little, Mo Ran is an innate level alchemist, he will definitely be able to save Luo Yi, Wu Shengyue thought so, and the worry in his heart was slightly lowered.

"Please, I'll change my clothes."

Wu Shengyue looked down at his dirty clothes, and hurriedly entered the room, the wound had already healed under the ink-stained elixir, but the clothes were still a little miserable.

Mo Zhiyi's clenched fist relaxed, and he also came to Jun Chenyuan's side and drank all the tea in the teacup.

"It's a pity that my good tea is drunk by you like this."

Jun Chenyuan held the teacup with his fingers and shook his head gently, with a smile on the corner of his lips.

"Jun Gongzi, can we ask for some tea?"

Yan Yan Thief poured another cup with a smile, hid aside and tasted it with a smile, while Mo Zhiyi looked at Jun Chenyuan with a smile, wanting to ask for some.

"Naturally."

Jun Chenyuan took out a bag of tea leaves and handed it to Mo Zhiyi, but his eyes did not leave the door.

Dye'er, I'll help you stabilize them, you have to do what you can.

Jun Chenyuan's mind came to his mind with Mo Ran's still rosy cheeks, if it weren't for the fact that the injury was not serious, and he had taken the pill, otherwise he wouldn't have let Mo Ran be like this, and he didn't even rest and started to get busy again.

Jun Chenyuan's purple eyes crossed helplessly, his own little woman was really desperate, but this was also what attracted him?

After a lot of tossing, Lan Luoyi finally calmed down, and most of Xia Muyao's clothes were soaked, clinging tightly to her body, revealing her beautiful figure.

"Whew, I didn't expect Luo Yi's strength to be so great."

Xia Muyao listened to Lan Luoyi's gradual and steady breathing, and breathed a sigh of relief as she watched her recover her ruddy alchemy.

The spiritual power of the ink dye is highly concentrated, and he is still refining the pill on the side.

The red flames reflected the ink-dyed focused face, so beautiful, exuding a dazzling light that people couldn't take their eyes off.

Xia Muyao lay on the side of the barrel, looking at the focused expression of ink dyeing, and sighed more than once in her heart that ink dyeing was too beautiful.

Time passed slowly, Xia Muyao fell asleep leaning on the wooden barrel at some point, and the high mental tension of the whole day had already made her body unbearable.

The sky outside was getting darker, and the four big men in the middle of the courtyard seemed to be a little unable to sit still.

"It's been hours, why haven't they come out yet?"

Yan Yan also changed into a comfortable moon-white robe, hanging loosely on his body, feeling the continuous fluctuations of mental power in the room, which was a little staggering.

"The ink dyeing is too powerful, for several hours, the spiritual power continues to output, and it hasn't even reached the limit."

Yan Yan rubbed his chin incredulously.

Jun Chenyuan didn't say no, just sat there quietly, the dark light in his purple eyes flowed, and the figure of Mo Ran sitting cross-legged behind the stone wall came into view, Jun Chenyuan looked at Mo Ran's focused expression, and his purple eyes crossed his heart.

"I just hope that this elixir will be completed soon, otherwise, Xiao Ran's body will be unbearable."

Mo Zhiyi shook his head, Mo Dye had already fought a vicious battle in the afternoon, and it was unknown whether his body injuries had recovered, so he began to continue alchemy when he came back, and his iron body couldn't support it.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to finish tonight, so when the sky is a little brighter, I'll cook some lily and lotus seed porridge and prepare it for them in advance."

Wu Shengyue was wearing a bamboo-dyed silk robe, the joints holding the tea cup were white, and his eyes were full of worry.

One night was a long time for the four big men guarding the middle of the courtyard, but for the three girls in the house, it passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was dark.

The refining of ink dyeing has also reached the final moment, the acquisition of the pure element of the fire spirit.

"Master, you can get started."

The fire spirit jumped in the palm of the ink-stained palm, and seemed to be ready.

Mo Dye looked at the liquid that had been successfully fused in the furnace and nodded.

"Okay."

The fire spirit flew in front of Mo Ran's eyes, and a trace of red spiritual power began to separate from the smooth surface of the beads, with a blazing temperature, causing the temperature of the entire room to rise in vain, Xia Muyao also slowly woke up and opened her eyes.

The ink-dyed fingertips luck and spiritual power slowly pulled that trace of power over and floated in the palm of his hand.

"Fire Spirit, take your place and start refining."

Hearing this, the fire spirit returned to the bottom of the Dan furnace and began to heat the Dan furnace vigorously, and the liquid in the furnace began to boil.

Ink Dye carefully slowly infiltrated the elemental power into the puddle of medicinal liquid, and the spiritual power wrapped it around and began to fuse.

Xia Muyao opened her eyes and saw that Mo Dye was taking the most important step, and the voice she wanted to scream was quickly put into her throat, holding her breath and watching Mo Dye's every move.

After sleeping deeply, Xia Muyao's spirit improved a lot, and her haggard expression gradually faded, and she reached out and fiddled with the medicine in the barrel, and at this moment, it had turned into clear water.

The fingers pinched the gap between Lan Luoyi's limbs, and found that it had grown well, perfect as before, the spiritual power luck in his hand skipped Lan Luoyi's body, and the meridians had been restored, at this moment, only the dantian was missing.

Xia Muyao had to admire Mo Dye's ability again, and in just one night, she rescued Lan Luoyi, who was seriously injured in many places, which was really breathtaking.

Perhaps the medicinal herb itself belongs to fire, and it is not too repulsive to the elemental power of the fire spirit, but it is only symbolically resisted and obediently fused into the medicinal liquid, and the original clear green medicinal liquid becomes fiery red, and the color is more gorgeous.

The ink stained palm condensed the spiritual power, the flame control of the fire spirit increased, the liquid medicine gradually formed, solidified, and in a few breaths, it was condensed into an elixir and fell into the furnace.

"Whew, it's finally refined."

Mo Ran looked at the twelve fiery red pills in the Dan furnace, and the corners of his lips hooked into a smile.

This Nirvana Pill seems to be very close to the Grandmaster level, and there is a faint halo around the pill, but it is not obvious, after the completion of the Nirvana Pill, Mo Ran obviously feels that his spiritual power seems to have increased a lot.

"Dye, is everything going well?"

Xia Muyao walked to Mo Ran's side, put the prepared square scarf in his hand in Mo Ran's hand, and smiled.

"Going well, just report Roy out of the barrel."

Mo Ran took the square scarf, wiped the sweat from his forehead and cheeks, and together with Xia Muyao, he carried Lan Luoyi out of the wooden barrel, put on his underwear, and put it on the soft couch.

"If you take this, you'll be fine."

Mo Ran filled the fiery red Nirvana Pill into Lan Luoyi's mouth, covered her with the quilt, and nodded at Xia Muyao.

"Okay, let's go and rest, I experienced a vicious battle yesterday, and last night and another night of alchemy, my body will not be able to bear it."

Xia Muyao looked at the blue and black under Mo Ran's eyes, pushed Mo Ran to the door, and drove her to rest.

"Okay, Mu Yao also pay attention to rest."

Mo Ran pushed the door open, and the dazzling sunlight made her unconsciously reach out to block it, and it took a while to get used to it.

"Luo Yi is no longer in serious trouble, just recuperate, you can go and see her."

Mo Ran looked at the three people in the middle of the courtyard and nodded with a smile.

The three of them looked at the haggard cheeks stained with ink, put the prepared porridge on the table, and went into the room to check.

"So desperate, Dye Er has thought about what it feels like to be a husband."

Jun Chenyuan stood aside, looked at Mo Ran's somewhat pale and weak cheeks, and shook his head helplessly.

"There's a reason for it."

Mo Ran raised his paw and patted Jun Chenyuan's shoulder, but he was picked up and carried into the room.

The steaming porridge on the table was also taken away by Jun Chenyuan.

Mo Ran leaned on Jun Chenyuan's embrace, closed his eyes comfortably, and let people put themselves on the soft couch.

"Eat something and then rest."

Jun Chenyuan took Mo Ran's hand, sat next to Mo Ran, put the bowl in the palm of his hand, held a spoon in the other hand, blew the hot white porridge, and then handed it to Mo Ran's lips.

With a smile and happiness in his eyes, Mo Ran opened his mouth to eat, the two of them fed and ate, and after a while, a bowl of white porridge was wiped out by Mo Ran, Jun Chenyuan turned around and put the bowl aside, and then turned around, and saw Mo Ran leaning on the pillow and falling asleep.

"You little woman, what do you want me to do with you?"

Jun Chenyuan looked at the girl's somewhat blue and black lower eyelids in front of him, sighed lightly, slowly flattened the person, gently tucked the corners of the quilt, and sat aside, looking at the ink dyeing with purple eyes.