Qian Lang was very sure that it was not the Huoyun Pill in the alchemy furnace, but the Xuanqing Pill with a higher grade than the Huoyun Pill! Moreover, in the Dan furnace that was supposed to be four pills, there were actually seven pills in it!

Qian Lang couldn't help but grab the pill in his hand, and while observing it carefully, he said in his heart, it seems that this grass and wood demon's ability to refine the pill is really quite perverted, not only can increase the number of pills, but also can raise the level of the pill to a higher level!

However, there are not many materials for refining the Huoyun Pill, and the alchemy Taoist priest is estimated not to supply unlimited materials to himself, after all, people come to the Spirit Sword Sect to help people refine the pill, if the materials of the sect are taken away by himself, how will the Taoist priest lose his job because of this? Not to mention that the alchemy Taoist priest does not agree to exchange with him, even if he agrees, won't the purpose of Qian Lang's move be suspected? If the identity of the grass and wood demon is exposed, how can Qian Lang have to pay for the loss?

What should I do then? Qian Lang couldn't help but think in his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As...... Go down the mountain to Nuwa City to change materials? Or, try refining a low-grade pill like the Qingxin Pill?

After weighing it, Qian Lang still chose to try to refine the Qingxin Pill. After all, his innate spells can shorten the time it takes to refine the elixir, and it can also improve the quality of the elixir.

After making up his mind, Qian Lang came to the alchemy room again and found the alchemy Taoist. This time, Qian Lang took out a Xuanqing Pill and exchanged it with him for materials for refining the Qingxin Pill.

Seriously, when the alchemy Taoist priest heard Qian Lang's request, he first refused, because there could be no such fool in the world, and now in this world, there are still people refining the Qingxin Pill?

However, after seeing the sincere expression on Qian Lang's face, the alchemy Taoist finally believed it a little. So, the Taoist priest took Qian Lang to his own planting place again, and then pointed to a field like a vegetable field, telling him that the main material for refining the Qingxin Pill is here, and as for the other auxiliary materials, you just need to go out and see where there are weeds, and then go and pick a little bit of it.

After Qian Lang got the guidance of the Taoist priest, he found that the materials for refining the Qingxin Pill were simply everywhere, except for one of the materials that could be sold for a little money, the others were as common as dog's tail grass.

So, after Qian Lang said goodbye to this enthusiastic alchemy Taoist, he found a medicine frame and went to the field to find materials.

Until the evening, Qian Lang collected materials weighing about ten kilograms!

After Qian Lang returned home, he was ready to start alchemy.

Just like the process of refining the Fire Cloud Pill, Qian Lang used his talent spell to successfully refine a furnace full of pills. Moreover, just as Qian Lang estimated, it took him a total of half an hour, and then he successfully refined thirty pills, which were no different from the Huoyun Pill in terms of shape and aroma!

After getting this result, Qian Lang couldn't help but be excited!

The process of refining the Fire Cloud Pill was actually so simple! Wouldn't that mean that Qian Lang would be able to improve his skills in a short period of time!

For the next whole night, Qian Lang was refining the Huoyun Pill, and after he had finished refining all the more than ten kilograms of materials, he had obtained more than three hundred Huoyun Pills!

Early in the morning, Qian Lang practiced the cultivation techniques of the Spirit Sword Sect, and the tiredness in his body couldn't help but dissipate.

Then, Qian Lang began to swallow the pill. Slowly, three hundred pills of pills are enough to fill the rice bowl, Qian Lang looked at such a large number of pills, and immediately said in his heart, it seems that today's breakfast can be saved, because just eating this thing is already full......

As a result, a stark contrast emerged, other cultivators generally took pills, and their hearts were basically extremely respectful of pills, because even any pill was made by people who had worked hard to refine it, and this refining process was like art. Therefore, no matter how vulgar the user is, at least he will pick up the pill in a very elegant posture and then take it.

But what about Qian Lang? This kid really eats pills as rice! Not only does he use his own rice bowl to fill the pills, but he also uses chopsticks when he eats them...... This chopsticks are pulled into his mouth, where does he look like a cultivator?

After Qian Lang finished eating the pill with his rice bowl, he couldn't help but be satisfied, and let out a heavy "forehead ......", and made a loud burp, the strength was almost like coming out of the dantian......

That's just the way to burn the harp and cook the crane......

Then, Qian Lang felt a strong warm current hit his chest, and the degree of spiritual energy in his body was gradually saturated.

This feeling is a sense of qualitative change, and it is also a feeling that the cultivation realm is about to be improved.

At this stage, Qian Lang was about to start meditating and practicing, because his cultivation was progressing very violently, and he had to concentrate on controlling the aura in his body at the moment.

After about two hours, Qian Lang had already broken through to the fifth layer of qi refining.

However, even if Qian Lang's cultivation was upgraded to the fifth level of qi refining, he still didn't have enough strength to deal with the mysterious person. Even if he has successfully built the foundation at this moment, so what? At present, according to the cultivation of the mysterious person, he is at least the strength of the late stage of foundation building!

Hey, this is really something that can't be done! Qian Lang immediately thought in his heart.

Now that Qian Lang has not even made the inner disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, how can he expect that he can successfully build a foundation? In desperation, Qian Lang has no choice but to seek other ways. Anyway, Qian Lang knows which three people the mysterious person is protecting, so doesn't this mean that those three people have a close relationship with the mysterious person? In other words, does this inner disciple only recruit three a year? As long as he doesn't block the mysterious person and conveys this information through these three people, won't it be over?

So, with this idea, Qian Lang went out again.

......

After some inquiries by Qian Lang, he finally asked about the information of the three people, the names of these three people are Lu Wushuang, Lu Chenggong and Lu Wuji, they are a very powerful family in this Nuwa City, the young children of the Lu family, and the relationship between them is cousins.

Moreover, the person who told Qian Lang the information kindly took him to the residence of the three brothers of the Lu family. This person is very good-looking, and he speaks gently and politely, as soon as he heard that Qian Lang was not familiar with this place, he recommended himself and said that he was willing to lead Qian Lang.

After someone led the way, Qian Lang easily came to the residence of the three Lu brothers on Tianmen Mountain.

The first time I saw the residence of the three brothers of the Lu family, to be honest, it was still a great shock to Qian Lang.

Looking at the pavilion built of bricks and tiles by the three brothers, with a scale of at least 200 square meters, Qian Lang immediately scolded in his heart, they are all inner disciples, why is the difference between this house so big? Qian Lang lives in a thatched house, made of wood, and the others are built of bricks and tiles, and there are also layered ......

So Qian Lang sighed and sent away the person who led him with a mouth full of gratitude.

Then, Qian Lang knocked on the door buckle of the pavilion.

After a short while, a white-faced man in his early twenties opened the door in the pavilion.

After the white-faced man found out that the person who came was a stranger he had never met, he couldn't help but ask very confusedly, "I don't know if your Excellency is ......?"