With a hammer down, Jiang Chen was not only distressed, but the excitement on his face became stronger and stronger. I only heard a crisp sound, and I saw the black copper tripod, and one of the ears was directly smashed off.

Sun Xiangyang hurriedly ran over, picked up the dropped ear and looked at it, and scolded: "This Liu Qingfeng, is it a fake that the feelings sold to me?"

I saw that the smashed copper tripod he picked up was very sectional, with dense bubbles and small holes on it, which was obviously shoddy garbage.

At this time, there was another loud noise, and the ear of another copper tripod was also smashed.

Of course Jiang Chen heard Sun Xiangyang's words, but he didn't care at all, the fake one is good, the worse the quality, the better.

Boom......

This time, the sound was louder than before, and Jiang Chen directly hammered the surface of the copper tripod, and a trace of cracks appeared on the black body of the tripod.

As he smashed faster and faster, he saw more and more cracks on Ding's body.

Finally, a piece of black bronze on Ding's body was smashed.

However, there was no large hole as expected, because where the fragment fell, there was still a layer of bronze inside.

Sun Xiangyang is just a doctor, and he still knows a little about medical skills, but when he puts it on antiques, he is blindfolded.

As more and more fragments fell, at this time, the two people standing in the backyard, Liu Ruoxin and Sun Xiangyang, finally saw what was inside, it seemed that there was still a copper tripod in this shoddy bronze tripod.

However, the copper tripod inside, both in quality and color, is more beautiful, shining with cyan light under the sun.

Finally, the last piece of bronze was removed, and it turned out to be a bronze tripod inside. The size of this bronze tripod is more than half smaller than the previous one, the height is less than one meter, and the diameter is only more than one meter.

Under the impact of the hammer, the bronze tripod wrapped inside made a buzzing sound.

Looking at the surprised eyes of the two, Jiang Chen slightly, picked up Xiao Ding and walked towards the warehouse, Sun Xiangyang and they quickly followed.

"Master...... You, how do you know that there is something in that black tripod?" Sun Xiangyang trembled his hands, touched the brand-new bronze tripod, and asked curiously.

Jiang Chen tapped the bronze tripod with his fingers and made a tinkling sound: "Of course, with the sound made when the knock, originally I just tried to see if the quality of the bronze tripod was qualified, but I didn't expect to find that there was something hidden in it, so I smashed it open and took a look!"

Sun Xiangyang's jaw was about to fall in shock.

Liu Qingfeng: Their Taoist temple used the black broken tripod as an incense burner for so long, didn't they find out?

He's really lucky, and he discovered such a big secret as soon as he bought it.

Originally, he felt very uncomfortable being slaughtered by Liu Qingfeng, but now his heart is immediately balanced.

Just looking at the shape of the bronze tripod, you know that it is not an ordinary product, if it is taken to Christie's auction, it will be sold for a good price!

Or the master has a vision!

Of course, in Jiang Chen's eyes, the new copper tripod that he inadvertently obtained was not used to sell it to make money, but to refine medicine.

What surprised him the most was that the shape of this copper tripod was a primary Dan furnace.

Could it be that this is also used to refine medicine before?

With this question, Jiang Chen took a good look at the copper tripod placed on the high platform, found a few flashlights from Sun Xiangyang, irradiated them from different angles, and then hit and knocked, and after some judgment, Jiang Chen came to a conclusion.

This is the Dan furnace used by a Taoist priest of a Taoist temple to make alchemy in the past, the quality is passable, and it can withstand high temperatures, but other than that, there is nothing special.

Originally, he also hoped for this low-level magic weapon, but after some investigation, the result made him a little disappointed.

Now that the Dan furnace is there, the gas furnace that Sun Xiangyang ordered before has also been delivered, and the medicinal materials are also ready-made, and everything is ready only to the east wind!

After a period of tossing, the gas stove was installed in the warehouse, and the newly discovered bronze tripod was placed on top of the gas stove.

Jiang Chen simply drank a little water and began to clear the field.

He asked Liu Ruoxin to go back to the manor to cultivate first, while Sun Xiangyang continued to be busy with his affairs, and this was left to him, no one could disturb him, and he would be out of the customs after a week.

In the end, Sun Xiangyang was also asked to lock the door of the warehouse.

Late at night.

The warehouse where the medicinal herbs were stored in the Hanging Pot Hall was brightly lit, and several large commercial gas stoves spewed blue flames and burned at the bottom of the bronze tripod.

Jiang Chen kept shuttling between the medicine shelves, and according to the records on the Dan prescription in his mind, at different times, he threw the flavorful medicinal materials into the gurgling copper tripod.

The warehouse was filled with smoke, the smell of medicine, and the white fog.

At three o'clock in the morning, Jiang Chen was still walking around.

His eyes were now full of red bloodshots, but the whole person was not a little sleepy, he was extremely excited, smelling the fragrance of medicine in the warehouse, and the originally tense look on his face gradually relaxed.

According to the records on the Danfang, when the day was about to dawn, he put the last taste of Tianshan Snow Lotus into the medicine tripod.

The first stage of refining has just begun.

Since he couldn't use his true qi to close the top of the medicine pod at this stage, he had to find a big lid to cover it, and then the whole person took a deep breath and started a new round of meditation.

This sat for three days.

Three days later, Jiang Chen opened his eyes, the Primal Ancient Scripture had been running on him for three days, and the Primordial True Qi in the entire human body had increased greatly, the original depressed appearance was gone, and the whole person was full of energy.

Now, the medicinal fragrance in the warehouse is even stronger, Jiang Chen lifted the lid, and the rich medicinal fragrance came to his face.

He used his tool pliers to clean out all the residue and residue inside, and looked at the green object in the shape of a paste, and he turned the temperature of the flame up by more than a hundred degrees.

Then the whole person sat cross-legged, ran the primordial true qi, and pressed his hands on the copper tripod.

The copper tripod had become hot because of the scorching heat of the fire for several days and nights, and when Jiang Chen's hand pressed it, it made a sneering sound.

However, these high temperatures had no effect on Jiang Chen, and all his attention was now focused on the medicinal materials in the Ding, only to see the Taichu True Qi in his dantian pass through, slowly oozing out in the palm of his hand, and then began to shake the copper tripod with a bang.

At the same time, the ointment-like extract in the copper tripod began to liquefy and began to boil in the potter again.

This time, the medicinal fragrance in the warehouse strengthened a few points, and I took a deep breath and refreshed my whole body.

Seven days later.

Jiang Chen was still sitting cross-legged, his face was full of tiredness, the white smoke in the warehouse had long since drifted away, the gas stove had stopped burning, and the noon sun shone down from the skylight on the top of the warehouse, shining on his hair, emitting a faint luster.

Call......

He secretly accumulated, slapped his palm on the copper tripod, only to hear a clanging sound inside the copper tripod, Jiang Chen got up, with a faint luster in his palm, and waved lightly above the medicine tripod.

I saw pale green pills the size of fingernails flying out of the ding, passing through the faint light between his palms, and then clanging into the narrator's white porcelain vial.