If you want to make a little famous, you haven't cut people, you haven't entered the bureau, you can't become a climate, you can't be the boss. ”

The bald head is doing ideological work, and the meaning of his words is meaningful, but the stunned Qing at this time obviously can't hear it.

"I understand, thank you boss for the support!"

It's rare to see such a simple baby!

The bald head nodded and said, "Okay, don't talk about it, let's act." ”

I had observed before I came in over the wall, the first and second floors of the villa were dark, and only the third floor on the top was turned on. Obviously, the kid surnamed Yang was on the third floor at this time.

Although the outer wall of the villa was climbed, the inside gate was locked. Bald Qiang and others didn't want to break into the door and startle the snake. So I chose to continue climbing the wall.

The structure of this villa is not like some western-style buildings, the exterior walls are regular, and there is nowhere to start. With the "professional" vision of bald head Qiang and others, climbing to the third floor with bare hands is not difficult at all, and it is easier and faster than climbing stairs.

The matter of charging into battle, of course, is the younger brother first.

Stunned, he didn't need words to bewitch, so he took the lead and climbed up the windows, balconies, water pipes and other prominent places.

Several "old men" glanced at each other, tacitly decided to go with them, and also followed.

Only the bald head stood on the ground, tilting his neck, watching his subordinates work at height.

At this time, the clouds completely obscured the curved moon, and the light of the street lamps could not shine on this dim dead corner.

The stunned Qing who took the lead climbed all the way across the balcony on the second floor, stepped on the edge of the window used to shelter from the rain, tried his strength, and felt quite firm, before he suddenly exerted his strength, and the whole person stood up.

He shifted slightly, making room for his companions to follow.

I saw that the curtains were drawn in the brightly lit room on the third floor, and I couldn't see the scene inside. However, the glass window was not closed, and was in a half-hidden state.

Stunned Qing didn't think too much, reached out to open the window, opened a crack in the curtain, and looked inside.

He blinked, then blinked.

And then......

"Ahh

The bald head of the palace was crawling under his feet at this time, and when he heard this terrible scream, he was so frightened that he almost didn't let go of his hand and fell down.

"What the hell is your name, I'm afraid others won't know!"

The other elderly people were more experienced, and they did not hang on the outer wall stupidly to look around, but all successfully settled on the small balcony that protruded.

Then, they also saw the scene that made the stunned green ghost scream.

The young man surnamed Yang was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room at this time, with his hands outstretched, palms facing up, and he was holding something up, as if he was holding something.

Looking up at the palm of his hand, there is really something!

It was a clay pot, ordinary, the kind of big clay pot that ordinary people use to make soup. White and chubby, round and round.

If that's all there is, there's nothing surprising.

But the problem is that the young man surnamed Yang has not touched the clay pot at all. There was at least a distance of ten or twenty centimeters between his palm and the clay pot!

Moreover, several veteran gangsters clearly saw that from the palm of the hand surnamed Yang, a bright yellow flame appeared out of thin air, and the flames jumped, scorching the bottom of the clay pot.

Oh sell kudzu! Palm on fire?!

Is this guy a god or a ghost?

Several old men turned their necks mechanically, looking at their companions beside them. It can be seen from the other party's facial expressions that he is probably neither dazzled nor hallucinating.

Just as they were about to hold back the chill in their hearts and let out an exclamation, there was a soft sound of "pop" from inside the room.

Everyone could see that the large clay pot that had been hanging quietly in the air suddenly appeared like a spider's web, and then quickly expanded, covering the surface of the clay pot.

"Alas~ failed. ”

Yang Yonghui sighed faintly, with a little disappointment.

The successful experience in the past few days made Yang Yonghui confident that he had steadily crossed the stage of alchemy apprenticeship. The basic skills that you need to master as a full-fledged alchemist have all been mastered.

Of course, mastery is not the same as mastery.

However, officially refining a basic pill that does not require much, Yang Yonghui has already reached the standard in terms of skills.

As long as the cultivation realm can keep up.

Yang Yonghui has been stuck on the third ladder for a long time, and the loosening of the realm can be clearly felt. But I don't know why, I just couldn't make a breakthrough and enter the fourth ladder.

He understood that it was useless to be anxious when it came to cultivating to advance, and sometimes it would even backfire.

Therefore, while continuing to meditate and practice step by step, Yang Yonghui tried to find other alternative methods.

For example, the true fire required for alchemy can't be thought of for the time being, so can the flame triggered by martial arts be replaced?

I had stolen a fire-attribute martial art from the Yiyuan Sect before, the Flame Palm.

At this time, it also came in handy.

Just do it when you think of it, even if it's nonsense, the big deal is to scrap some medicinal herbs and tools, and there is no damage, why not try it?

So today, Yang Yonghui was on the top floor of the villa, and began to replace the alchemist's true fire with the flaming palm, and also replaced the gas stove used for hand practice, refining a "pseudo-elixir".

Don't look at it as just a small change, Yang Yonghui usually urges the Flame Palm to do whatever he wants, effortlessly. But when it is used for alchemy, the difficulty is multiplied.

It's a delicate job that requires a lot of precise control.

Originally, alchemy needed to be precisely controlled, mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth, fuse into alchemy materials, blend with each other, and finally condense into Dan.

Now Yang Yonghui has to be distracted to control the flames of the Flame Palm, pay attention to the temperature, heat, and burning parts, and also be careful to protect the ordinary clay pot from being burned into charred rubble by the high temperature of the Flame Palm.

Adding up to several aspects, it will test Yang Yonghui's mind and fine control ability.

Yang Yonghui has been cautious, trying to maintain the balance of the flame palm flames, and he has to be distracted to control the fusion of heaven and earth vitality and medicinal materials, even when he found that the bald head was strong, a few of them touched the villa, climbed the outer wall to the top of the third floor, and had no time to distract from cooking.

However, the stunned exclamation still had a small impact on Yang Yonghui's mind.

It was this slightest influence that seemed to break the delicate and fragile balance inside and outside the clay pot, so that Yang Yonghui could no longer control it, and declared that the attempt ended in failure.

This is the first attempt, and it would be false to say not to be disappointed. However, Yang Yonghui still felt a little happy to be able to do this.

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