Come to Qingzhu Peak.

Fang Zixuan found that Wang Wenguang was not there.

Helpless, Fang Zixuan didn't know when Wang Wenguang would come back, so he had to use the stupid method of guarding the plant and waiting for the rabbit, anyway, he could also cultivate the Five Holy Techniques and Soul Refining Techniques in Qingzhu Peak.

Five days later, Wang Wenguang walked down the mountain.

In this regard, Fang Zixuan did not feel strange, since Wang Wenguang chose to retreat, he naturally did not want to be disturbed, so Zixuan did not go up to Wang Wenguang a few days ago.

Seeing Fang Zixuan, Wang Wenguang asked, "What's wrong with your kid?"

Fang Zixuan said with a smile: "Yes, come to find Master, I don't know if Master is free now?" I want Master to go to the alchemy room to see something." ”

"Oh, according to your cultivation progress, it is estimated that you have completed the second layer of the soul refining technique, could it be that your kid is now able to refine the second-grade elixir?" Wang Wenguang said.

"Master will know when he arrives. Fang Zixuan said.

"It's okay, I'd like to see how good you are at refining the second-grade pill. Wang Wenguang said.

So, Fang Zixuan and Wang Wenguang came to the No. 4 alchemy room together.

Closing the door, Fang Zixuan smiled at Wang Wenguang and said, "Master, you have to take care of it seriously." ”

Wang Wenguang was immediately angry.

Although Fang Zixuan's alchemy talent is better than his own, but the current alchemy level is really worlds different from his own, a second-grade alchemist actually wants to be seriously optimistic about himself? Could it be that he thinks that his alchemy technique can be compared to me? Could it be that he forgot that the piece of alchemy jade in his hand was still written to him by himself.

Thinking of this, Wang Wenguang waved his hand and said angrily: "Come on, you kid don't talk so much nonsense, you kid still want me to take a serious look at your alchemy level? ”

"Well, this is what you said, Master, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance. Fang Zixuan said with an innocent look.

After speaking, Fang Zixuan opened the lid of the alchemy furnace, took out the blood angelica and began refining the blood pill.

Wang Wenguang was angry again by Fang Zixuan's words, especially when he saw that he actually took out blood angelica, he suddenly found that he seemed to be thinking wrong, this kid did not want to refine the second-grade pill for himself, but to refine the blood-stopping pill, but what is so good about this hemostatic pill? Even if he is 100% of the pill now, it is not surprising, could it be that he can now refine the middle-grade or high-grade hemostatic pill? Well, this is quite possible, and he can refine a medium-grade or high-grade hemostatic pill shortly after cultivating the second layer of soul refining techniques, and this kid's alchemy talent is really not to be said.

However, after looking at it for a while, Wang Wenguang realized that although Fang Zixuan's alchemy technique has made great progress, there is still a distance from refining the medium-grade hemostatic pill, let alone the high-grade hemostatic pill, since it is not a medium-grade hemostatic pill or a high-grade hemostatic pill, then what does this kid tell me to come and see? Look at the 100% success rate of his low-grade hemostatic pill? What's so nice about this? If the one he refines is really a low-grade hemostatic pill, then I will let him know why the sun is so red.

Thinking of this, Wang Wenguang was still a little curious, but now he disappeared without a trace in an instant. So Wang Wenguang habitually took out the wine jug and began to drink the spirit wine while watching Fang Zixuan refining the blood pill.

One after another, handprints formed from Fang Zixuan's hands.

Soon came the eighth mudra, the sunset seal.

Eight breaths.

Fang Zixuan's hands suddenly moved together, and a handprint that Wang Wenguang had seen once suddenly appeared on Fang Zixuan's hands.

Wang Wenguang, who was originally careless, looked at Fang Zixuan's strange behavior, his heart suddenly beat violently, and then, Wang Wenguang forgot to drink, and watched Fang Zixuan's movements in a daze, and the half of the residual wine in his mouth suddenly flowed out.

This kid didn't ask me to come and see him refining the lower grade hemostatic pill, but asked me to come and see his new handprint, could it be that he comprehended the use of the new handprint so quickly? However, it has only been more than three months since he comprehended the Ercheng fist intent last time, and it will take more than three months to comprehend the use of the new handprint, is this possible? Wang Wenguang absolutely does not believe in this kind of extremely exaggerated thing, if the new handprints can find the right time to use them so quickly, then is this alchemy technique still valuable? It's been rotten on the street for a long time, and you still need to keep it a secret that those alchemists cherish?

It's just that the facts are in front of you, at least after the novice mudra was formed, there has been no sign of explosive pills until now. Wang Wenguang didn't believe it but had to believe it, these two absolutely contradictory psychology filled Wang Wenguang's heart, making Wang Wenguang's face look extremely weird, if others saw Wang Wenguang's expression, they would definitely think that Wang Wenguang was performing a face-changing stunt or that the old disease had relapsed.

Eighty-one breaths, if the normal hemostatic pill is refined, it is time to pop out ten wisps of spiritual energy into the alchemy furnace at this time, but Fang Zixuan still has no sign of wanting to make a move.

After four breaths, Wang Wenguang finally saw Fang Zixuan's left hand wave, and his right hand flicked ten times into the alchemy furnace, and ten wisps of spiritual energy instantly submerged into the alchemy furnace.

At this time, Wang Wenguang was already watching Fang Zixuan's actions with full attention, for fear that there would be a trace of mistake or omission. He had completely lost the disdain he had just now when Fang Zixuan was refining the Blood Pill, if someone really disturbed him at this time, he would definitely be furious.

No, the timing of this little bullet out of the aura was four breaths slower, but why didn't the pill explode? Because the time gap was too big, Wang Wenguang didn't think that this was caused by Fang Zixuan's negligence, and it was impossible for a novice alchemist to make such a big mistake, let alone Fang Zixuan, who had a seventy percent success rate.

Thirty breaths later, Fang Zixuan successfully produced the last photocopy.

The timing of this photocopy is very decent.

And with the successful formation of Fang Zixuan's copy seal, ten hemostatic pills flew out one after another above the alchemy furnace, and these hemostatic pills landed on the jade plate, making a crisp dripping sound.

These voices were crisp and pleasant in Fang Zixuan's ears, but at this moment, they were like a thunderclap in Wang Wenguang's ears, which shocked Wang Wenguang almost crazy.

With a bang, the wine jug in Wang Wenguang's hand fell to the ground, and this was the second time that Wang Wenguang couldn't hold his wine jug.

This, this, how is this possible? This kid has really managed to figure out the exact method and timing of the use of the new mudra in just three months? Who will tell me that this is not true. Even if Wang Wenguang is used to seeing all kinds of winds and waves in his life, his state of mind is already very good, and many major events that are shocking in the eyes of ordinary martial artists are just ordinary events in Wang Wenguang's eyes. Over the years, apart from being extremely shocked when he saw Fang Zixuan comprehend the rudiments of the law and fist intent for the first time, even if his soul power strength was black, it didn't make him so shocked. However, such a bizarre and incredible thing like this time, let alone seeing it, even if it has never heard of it, not only Wang Wenguang, but also those eight-rank alchemists who are more than 10,000 years old and 20,000 years old have definitely never seen or heard of this kind of thing. It is estimated that if those eight-grade alchemists knew about this, their first reaction would be absolutely stupid, and then they could go to Shennong and his old man to re-learn alchemy with tears in their eyes, and they could not compare to a small first-grade alchemist, and their more than 20,000 years of alchemy experience were fake.

Looking at Wang Wenguang's crazy and stupid expression, Fang Zixuan's heart felt a burst of pride, I don't know who said just now that I don't need to take my alchemy seriously? Fang Zixuan is a person who "will be repaid", seeing Wang Wenguang so gaffe, Fang Zixuan slightly satisfied the revenge in his heart.