Fang Zixuan forcibly endured the joy in his heart, and slowly used his soul power to carefully check the situation of the ten groups of spiritual liquid.

Thirty breaths.

Now is the time.

Fang Zixuan's hands danced like butterflies wearing flowers, and the last handprint, the copy print, was successfully produced.

This is the last and most crucial step, and if you make the slightest mistake, your previous efforts will be in vain, even if you have done it perfectly.

Sou.

A pill with the fragrance of medicine flew out from the alchemy furnace.

Immediately after that, the second grain, the third grain.

The ten pills flew from the top of the alchemy furnace to the jade plate on the table next to it like a string of beads, making a crisp dripping sound.

At this time, Fang Zixuan discovered for the first time that the sound of Didi was so beautiful and beautiful.

Yes.

Fang Zixuan couldn't help the joy in his heart and screamed excitedly.

Because of the success of this alchemy, it means that Fang Zixuan has stepped into the ranks of first-class alchemists.

Finally became a first-class alchemist, and Fang Zixuan, who was excited, could only vent the excitement in his heart by shouting.

Fortunately, the sound insulation effect of the alchemy room is very good, otherwise others would think that Fang Zixuan went crazy on the way to alchemy.

After shouting for sixty breaths, Fang Zixuan stopped.

With his right hand, he gently took a Returning Qi Pill on the jade plate, and with his left hand, he took out a lower-grade Returning Qi Pill from the storage ring, in contrast, Fang Zixuan found that there was almost no difference between the two Returning Qi Pills, at least Fang Zixuan couldn't see it.

"It seems that my furnace of Huiqi Pill should be a low-grade pill. Fang Zixuan muttered to himself.

However, Fang Zixuan thought about it and felt that this was also normal, if he could still practice a medium-grade pill for the first time in alchemy alone, then other alchemists, even if it was an alchemist with amazing strength like Master, would definitely not be able to help but want to commit suicide by jumping into the Xitian River.

After taking down a red jade bottle from the wooden cabinet next to the wall of the alchemy room, Fang Zixuan carefully put the ten Hui Qi Pills he had refined into it, sealed the lid, and then took out the spirit knife and gently carved the word "one" on the jade bottle with the tip of the knife, this word represented that this was the first bottle of pill he had refined, Fang Zixuan was going to collect this bottle of pill as a souvenir, although this was a very ordinary bottle of inferior Hui Qi Pill.

Well, it's still very early, do you want to continue alchemy? Fang Zixuan thought about it for a while, and felt that it was better to try it while the iron was hot.

After concentrating for sixty breaths, Fang Zixuan continued to start refining the Hui Qi Pill.

Similarly, when refining the pill this time, a breeze still blew gently in his mind, making Fang Zixuan's mind instantly clear.

It's just a pity this time, at the time of the seventh mudra, the alchemy failed.

Fang Zixuan was not depressed, alchemy is not a precedent for success, and it will not fail in the future, unless it is an alchemist like Wang Wenguang who has superb alchemy skills to achieve 100% Dan, most alchemists can only achieve 100% Dan when refining pills that are one or even two levels lower than his alchemy grade. For example, Ji Qianqian, who is a fourth-grade alchemist, can only refine 100% of the second-grade pills at present, as for the third-grade pills, there is about more than eighty percent of the Cheng Dan rate, and the four-grade pills are only about fifty to sixty percent of the Cheng Dan rate.

After Fang Zixuan cleaned out the waste liquid in the alchemy furnace, he began the second refining.

This time, I don't know if it's due to Fang Zixuan's strength or luck, he actually became a Dan.

Looking at the ten Hui Qi Pills on the jade plate that exuded medicinal fragrance, Fang Zixuan's mood instantly became happy.

Carefully put the ten Hui Qi Dan into the jade bottle, and then used the tip of the knife to carve a "two" character on the jade bottle.

After concentrating on sixty breaths again, Fang Zixuan began the third refining of the Hui Qi Pill.

With a pop, the spiritual liquid was scattered at the bottom of the alchemy furnace and was wasted.

Fourth refining.

Failed again.

Fifth.

It worked.

Sixth.

Seventh. All failed.

So far, only two of the seven elixirs have succeeded.

Fang Zixuan couldn't help but smile bitterly, sure enough, the Cheng Dan rate of a first-grade alchemist is low, if you only count these few times, then the Cheng Dan rate is less than three percent. Forget it, there are still three elixirs, continue to refine them with all your might, at present, it can be regarded as a two-percent success pill rate, which is only one percent lower than Ji Qianqian's original three-percent success pill rate, and the results should not be too bad.

Sixty breaths later, the eighth Qi Returning Pill refining began.

The sound of dripping resounded on the jade plate.

It's done!

Fang Zixuan swept away the frustration in front of him at this time, and filled the ten Hui Qi Pills in a jade bottle.

At this point, how can his Cheng Dan rate also have a guaranteed thirty percent, and he is tied with Ji Qianqian.

The ninth time, failed.

The tenth and last time.

Drip, drip, drip.

Yes.

Fang Zixuan clenched his hands into fists and shouted at the sky.

This time, four out of ten alchemy pills were successful, and the success rate was forty percent! You must know that this is only Fang Zixuan's second alchemy. The most important thing is that this means that he has a talent for alchemy.

After a hundred breaths, Fang Zixuan put down his raised fists and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

After putting away the ten Hui Qi Pills and covering the alchemy furnace, Fang Zixuan walked out of the No. 4 alchemy room.

From the fourth quarter of the hour to the present, more than six hours have passed, but in this short period of more than six hours, Fang Zixuan has definitely gained a lot.

Do you want to fight again and continue alchemy? When Fang Zixuan saw the Elixir Hall, his heart suddenly moved.

Hey, forget it, let's go back to practice the soul refining technique today to recover the soul power, and by the way, think about the gains and losses of today's alchemy, and continue tomorrow, sharpen the knife and don't cut the wood.

Back at Dawn Peak, Fang Zixuan sat cross-legged on the bed and began the cultivation of the Soul Refining Technique.

Gradually, Fang Zixuan felt that the soul power he had consumed today was slowly recovering.

After the soul power was restored, Fang Zixuan fell into deep thought.

The next day, Fang Zixuan, who was full of energy, walked out of the house and prepared to go to the alchemy room again to alchemy.

On the way, those yellow-clothed disciples took the initiative to greet Fang Zixuan when they saw Fang Zixuan.

Fang Zixuan didn't make an unkind move, and casually dealt with two sentences.

Those people saw that Fang Zixuan seemed to have something, and they were also very interested, so they only chatted for a few words and walked away.

When he was halfway there, Fang Zixuan suddenly saw a familiar back in front of him.

Fang Zixuan walked forward quickly and said, "Master." ”

The owner of this familiar back is none other than Wang Wenguang.

"Well, you kid doesn't cultivate well, where are you going. Wang Wenguang asked.

"Two days ago, I saw the alchemy jade slip you gave me, my hands are itchy, and I want to continue to try to refine the Qi Returning Pill. Fang Zixuan replied honestly.

Hearing Fang Zixuan mention alchemy, Wang Wenguang said: "This is not the place to talk, follow me back to Qingzhu Peak." ”