Chapter 778: The Method of Distillation

Although he didn't understand what the bare mountain would have anything of value, he couldn't bear to hit her.

Baili Qianmu threw a small blue and white porcelain vase to Mu Wei: "Take it again at night, when will you break through, when will you come to see me." ”

The military order is like a mountain, she is not only the commander of the three armies, she is also the master.

The delicate white glaze, painted with cyan flowers, Mu Wei took it in his hand and looked through it carefully, nodded his head, and looked up to see Baili Qianmu stretching out his hands, the slender and slender ten fingers did not have any decorations, and the thin elemental blade that was taking shape could be vaguely seen between his hands, and there was only one.

But he roared away violently, and cut into the rock that was as hard as iron.

Feng Bing was stunned, it was not that she underestimated Baili Qianmu's elemental blade, but that she had never seen an attributeless element, and subconsciously thought that Baili Qianmu was still proficient in alchemy, and the alchemist's physical function was far inferior to that of a martial artist.

Feng Bing subconsciously looked at Mu Wei's unmoved, he shouldn't be waiting for the master's joke!

Feng Bing was about to conjure up a wind blade to help him, but found that the seemingly weak wind blade turned into thousands of pieces at the same time when it landed.

I saw flying sand and stones, dust and mist flying in all directions, and there was a different kind of light flickering brightly in the wind blade.

The nine huge pools were finished in an hour, without a pause in the middle, Baili Qianmu did it in one go, stopped, concentrated, pinched, a violent surging vortex in the air, and five elemental stones of different colors condensed between the fingers of Baili Qianmu, flying towards the formation hidden in the corner at the bottom of the nine large pools.

The huge five-element waterwheel next to the pool also popped up little by little, turning loudly, which was prepared for when there were no tides, and the waterwheel would pour seawater into the distillation tank on its own.

The miraculous moment finally came, the calm sea water surged towards the nine distillation pools, and soon, the water surface reached the specified scale, and a soft transparent protective cover appeared, and after a while, I saw the water begin to boil and tumble......

Mu Wei was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask the doubts in his heart, when he saw Baili Qianmu's hands holding a small water pipe condensed with water elements, and the water pipe automatically became thicker and larger when it was separated from the palm of his hand, hidden under the rocks and connected to the waterwheel on the edge of the pool in the camp and on the other side of the distillation tank.

Mu Wei asked himself if he was the peak of the Super Martial God, but he still didn't have the strength to do this seemingly simple but cultivation-intensive project.

Mu Wei looked at Baili Qianmu distressedly, what he saw was not her current glory, but the hardships behind this glory, she was only a teenager, but she did what she couldn't do when she was dozens of years old.

The hardships she endured and the hardships she experienced were rewarded, so that she could take over the desolate Wanzhou and wander between the power of the Water Moon Empire without being a victim.

Knowing that he had something he shouldn't ask, Mu Wei closed his mouth and looked intently at the so-called "distillation method." ”

Her daughter is back, so what about her? Where did they go, and why didn't they return?

Will she ever be able to come back? Where is she, these twenty years?

"General Mu, how about you taste the water?" Hundreds of miles and thousands of Mu woke up Mu Wei in contemplation, Mu Wei came back to his senses, walked to the edge of the pool, and drank water with both hands.

Mu Wei was surprised to see the transparent liquid in his hands, with a sweet aftertaste, no bitterness, no fishiness, and the rigidity of the sun, as if his whole body had been combed by the sun, and he was tired and lost.