In the room, Ling Zhi was sitting, and a half-human-high Dan furnace in front of him was sitting firmly in the open space.

The elixirs were arranged by Ling Zhi in accordance with the requirements of Dan Fang according to the order, and they were lined up.

One and a half inches of hydrangea roots, the top of a section of five-spice mushroom, and so on are all prepared in strict accordance with the requirements of Danfang.

What Ling Zhi wanted to refine was a grade of Huiling Pill, an elixir that he had exchanged in the Fallen Leaf Contribution Hall that day.

The Soul Devouring Fire emerged from the palm of his hand, and with a flick of it, Ling Zhi threw it directly to the bottom of the Dan Furnace, where the flame was placed.

The hollow under the Dan furnace is exactly where the flame is placed and the heating is placed, but the only thing that is a little different is that under the Dan furnace in front of Ling Zhi, dozens of lower grade spirit stones are placed.

As soon as the Spirit Devouring Fire came into contact with the lower grade Spirit Stone, it instantly became much hotter.

"Just feed the soul devourer at the same time as the alchemy, maybe it will evolve that day. Ling Zhi glanced at those spirit stones with some pain, and comforted himself.

As the temperature of the Dan furnace rose, Ling Zhi pinched the time and began to throw all kinds of prepared elixir materials into it.

The action is smooth, and it looks like that.

The refining of the first-level elixir does not test the extraction of the elixir and the control of the flame, but only requires a rough fusion of various elixirs together, just every time and quantity, waiting for the pill to become a pill.

Time passed minute by minute, because of the scattering of the spirit stones, the fire of devouring the spirit was not burning strongly, just reaching the temperature of refining a pindan.

Half an hour later, some slight fragrance wafted out from the Dan furnace, Ling Zhi's eyes lit up, and he was about to step forward to lift the lid of the Dan furnace.

Bang.

A soft sound suddenly rang from the bottom of the Dan furnace.

The sound of scorching paste instantly filled his nose.

Depressedly cleaning up the puddle of ashes in the Dan furnace, Ling Zhi frowned and thought for a moment, then opened the furnace again to refine.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

"Xiao Er, what's going on in your inn, why do you keep shaking, shaking, scared to death. "Downstairs, in an inferior room, someone poked his head out and shouted into the lobby.

"Go, go see. The shopkeeper did not raise his head, waved his hand, and commanded.

The shopkeeper was thrown out by Ling Zhi last time, and was picked up by the man and fell again, and his face was still wrapped in gauze, and he glanced downstairs when he heard the words, his body trembled, and he didn't move.

"Huh?" the shopkeeper's gaze left the ledger and looked at the shopkeeper, "What's the matter, I can't call you anymore, can I?" ”

"It's moving, it's moving, it's just the shopkeeper, you see, look in that direction. The shopkeeper stretched out his hand and signaled.

The inn is not big, there are only three upper rooms in total, and now there is a first-class room in this inn, which is Ling Zhi.

The shopkeeper's face was entangled for a moment, "No matter, if anyone can't stand this sound, let them go up and find it themselves." ”

Now the inn has just a few housing businesses, and he still relies on Ling Zhi's big head to live, not to mention that the other party is so decisive, and now his guy is still covered with gauze, and the fool is going to touch the mold.

Syllable.

The room where Ling Zhi was suddenly opened the door, and a medium-grade spirit stone was thrown down in the air.

"Forgive me, this spirit stone is for me to invite you to drink and apologize. Ling Zhi's voice spread far away.

The shopkeeper looked happy, took the spirit stone, and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

This piece of spirit stone must at least be put on dozens of excellent wines and dishes, no matter how he counts it, he has made a fortune.

In the room, Ling Zhi's brows were tightly locked, and a strong burnt smell was so strong in the room that people couldn't breathe.

Pools of black ash were piled aside.

"Damn, didn't you say that the first pinned pill has no skills, this is not refining the three-pinned pill, you have to control the flame to extract the elixir, and to refine the four-pinned pill, you must have a supporting law, and use your soul power to control the elixir to fuse it into a pill. It's just a pint!"

After complaining, Ling Zhi not only did not put away the Dan furnace and give up the idea of alchemy, but instead showed a resolute face, buried his head in taking the books, pills, and elixirs, compared them one by one, and pondered them one by one.

Don't hit the south wall, vow not to look back.

If you hit the south wall, then break it and move on!

If this is seen by any alchemist, he will be speechless, although Yipindan has no skills to speak of, at best it can be regarded as a test of alchemy, a practice. The profit is also very low, and when it comes to Erpindan, it is considerable.

But if the alchemist can be refined after pondering for a while, there will not be so few alchemists in this world, and the status will not be so noble.

Accurate to the most subtle elixir ratio, temperature control, time control, which point is not a threshold.

This thing is also particular about one, and the master led it into the door.

Although it is up to the individual to practice, you have to lead it through the door first.

However, just like cultivation, Ling Zhi doesn't believe in this evil, the first person to practice must have been taught by no one, and the first person to refine the pill must have been figured out by himself.

He began to try again and again, summing up his experience over and over again, and the fragrance in the room became stronger and stronger, and the sound of banging became less and less.

Until the evening, Ling Zhi's eyes were red, and his eyes were bloodshot, looking very terrifying, but his expression became more and more calm.

The first grade of the spirit pill, any alchemist can refine it, that is, those alchemy apprentices in Tianyuan Pavilion, it also refers to those who can refine the second grade of the pill are called apprentices.

This is just a transitional period, just like the martial artists everywhere in the early stage of the physical realm, the status of an alchemist who can only refine a grade of Huiling Pill is naturally nothing.

No one like Ling Zhi spent an entire day refining this elixir alone.

He bought a first-class spirit pill of thousands of spirit stones in one go, and when it was matched, he could refine at least more than five hundred Hui spirit pills.

But until now, except for a few low-quality Huiling Pills that were occasionally refined, Ling Zhi had been constantly failing.

But with the arrival of night, Ling Zhi's movements became more and more proficient, and he no longer looked at the elixir at all, and placed the elixir to prevent himself from forgetting, everything was like a habit.

Looking up at the Dan furnace, observing the temperature of the Dan furnace, occasionally adjusting the burning degree of the Spirit Devouring Fire, without looking at the elixir, grabbing the elixir, and throwing it into the Dan furnace one by one.

In the middle of the night, in the dead of night, Ling Zhiduan sat in the room, and the moonlight shone on his body and face through the window.

He opened his bloodshot eyes and smiled suddenly.

Under the cold color of the moonlight, it looks a little weird.

He stood up, gently patted the lid of the furnace, and patted the body of the furnace twice, and a series of six round pills flew out of the furnace and fell into his hands accurately.

The pill is complete, the arc is round, the aroma is introverted and not scattered, but it is condensed on the surface of the pill. It's definitely a good elixir.

And six in a row, it is the maximum amount of pills in a furnace, that is, let a third-level alchemist refine it, it is best to spend less time, but it is impossible to make more pills, better.

Satisfied, he put the elixir into the medicine bottle, and Ling Zhi finally stopped.

Turning his head to look at the house, he roughly counted the number of Hui Ling Pills, and calculated his cost with his fingers, Ling Zhi's expression was bitter, and he fell straight back.

"Damn, didn't you say that the alchemist is the most profitable, why is Lao Tzu still losing money!"

(End of chapter)