"I'll go over now!" asked where the poison immortal was, and Qing Ling immediately rushed there. This time she no longer wrapped the white eggs in her clothes, and she had enough of the jokes once.

The place where the Poison Immortal developed the antidote pill turned out to be in the inner courtyard, and then Qing Ling knew that it turned out that most of the time he lived was on the third floor of the big house in the inner courtyard, except for a few space doors connected to various places, it was the Poison Immortal's research room.

Along the way, he rushed through the outer courtyard of the Immortal Dao Academy to the inner courtyard, and there were only a few students in the sight and the spiritual power sense, and it seemed that most of the students were taken away by the elders. Either rush to the Misty Forest, or go to the Middle Continent, you must also speed up!

The entrance to the inner courtyard is at the deepest barrier of the outer courtyard, and only students from the inner courtyard are allowed to enter. The figure of the light door and the familiar road disappeared into the enchantment in a flash, and when he walked on the wide grass, he found that the formation here had long been withdrawn, and he didn't know what the dean's intentions were.

Qing Ling went straight to the three-story wooden mansion that could be seen in his sight, walked forward quickly, pushed the door in, ran directly to the third floor, and found the room where the poison immortal was.

'Bang-' was pushed away forcefully, and Qingling's voice followed, "Poison Immortal, I'm going to the Misty Forest......"

"What does the little girl look like recklessly?!" In the room, behind the wide table, an old man with a small stature and a white beard on his back was concentrating on dozens of medicinal herbs in front of him, smashing them around with a small hammer, concentrating on medicine. It's just that his method of medicine is a little unique, and he is actually knocking with a hammer.

The way the poison immortal concentrated on his work made Qing Ling stand at the door and pause, until he added another medicinal herb and struck it with a small hammer before he looked up at Qing Ling, "Wait, after my batch of antidote pills is made, you can send it over together." ”

"Good. ”

Having said this, Qing Ling can't be in a hurry to go alone, going alone will not play much role in the strength of the entire Immortal Dao Academy against the ghosts in the Misty Forest, and escorting the antidote to it, her role is much greater than killing a few more ghosts earlier.

Qing Ling turned around, closed the door gently, and stepped forward lightly, his eyes falling on the table of medicinal herbs of the Poison Immortal.

Centipede, camphor scorpion, green snake, acid ant......

There are as many as 32 kinds of poisons alone.

In addition, there are some medicinal herbs, most of which are slightly toxic, and a small number of them are actually detoxifying herbs. This poisonous insect, poison and antidote are mixed together, and there is no precise distribution ratio of medicinal materials, and it is absolutely impossible to make an antidote pill. The poison immortal's in-depth understanding of the medicinal effect has reached this level, and he can make a poison avoidance pill between poison and antidote!

Seemingly leisurely carrying a small hammer to smash the stone slab on the table little by little, Qing Ling got closer only to find that every time the poison immortal dropped the hammer lightly, a true element fell evenly on the medicinal materials below with the hammer, so that the originally irregularly shaped medicinal materials were actually shattered into powder that could not be seen when rubbing the waist.

In this way, the medicinal herbs are also distributed and made little by little.

It seems that the tempering of medicinal materials is light, and Qing Ling thinks that he has no way to achieve such a perfect technique as a poison immortal. The small hammer in his hand, when it was lifted and fell, seemed to form a perfect rule, which people could see clearly, but they couldn't grasp it.

The poisonous immortal buried himself in medicine, and Qing Ling's every move could not escape his eyes, as if he intended to dial it, the ugly voice was a little less obscene, and the words of the poisonous immortal came into Qing Ling's ears, "Little girl, don't ignore the things that should be paid attention to because of the rapid growth of strength, your strength is several times stronger than before, but the realm ~~ is far behind~~"

"What do you mean by this, senior?" Qing Ling frowned, although she couldn't understand the true meaning of the poisonous immortal's words, she knew that the poisonous immortal had something to say.

'Da-da-da-da-' The small hammer struck the medicinal herbs, making a soft collision sound, and the poisonous immortal glanced up at Qing Ling, and said, "You can't understand something too esoteric, my old man taught you, no matter what you cultivate, you have to cultivate and use it over and over again, and after you reach the point of thousands of tempers, the results you show will be much stronger than at the beginning." ”

smiled meaninglessly, the poisonous immortal was not finished, "For example, now, what seems to be a simple tempering of medicinal materials is actually a kind of cultivation, how much you can see clearly depends on your own~~~"

He didn't continue, but paid attention to the suspense and let Qing Ling concentrate on himself.

His eyes wandered between the hammer and the medicinal materials, and Qing Ling found that the poisonous immortals' hammered medicinal materials were not only the same size as the powder particles crushed, but even the weight of the medicinal powder crushed by each hammer was completely the same.

This kind of technique is what he calls a thousand tempers?

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