"It's okay, master?"

Shen Lu looked at Huang Fengfeng with a sluggish face curiously, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his face, and asked tentatively.

"Okay!"

Huang Fengfeng suddenly came back to his senses, and his heart was itching.

It is not common for such a talented disciple to be in alchemy, if he can think of a trick and let him inherit his mantle, he can be regarded as a successor.

"The refining techniques of inferior pills are all about the same, only the difference in the number of types of medicinal materials that need to be used, these few are left alone for you to use for practice for the time being, if you don't understand anything, please come and ask me at any time." ”

"Okay?"

Shen Lu glanced at the Dan Fang, and then looked at Huang Fengfeng with a puzzled expression.

"What are you going to do?"

How do you know that Huang Fengfeng's old face turned red, and after coughing dryly twice, he kept lying on top of Shen Lu's head and reprimanded softly.

"Stinky boy, can you handle it?"

With that, the man disappeared.

"Hey......"

Shen Lu rubbed the big bag on his head, muttered a few words, took all the spirit grass off the shelf, and then sat in front of the alchemy furnace, grabbed a handful of hundred-year-old ginseng and nibbled on it.

The exerted aura and mental power are quickly restored.

Shen Lu even felt a slight improvement compared to before, especially his spiritual power, which was more than a little stronger than before.

It turns out that alchemy is also a kind of practice.

"Whew, I'm ...... at this level"

Shen Lu looked at the uneven, pea-like elixir in his hand, and threw it into his mouth as a jelly bean, which immediately calmed down.

Start again.

Before I knew it, three days had passed.

Shen Lu had his unkempt hair, and looked at the alchemy furnace in front of him with all his body, refining Huang Fengfeng at this time, giving him the most difficult pill of the three pills.

The effect of the inferior and high-grade Lei Dan can greatly improve the progress of cultivation, help the monk to refine the spiritual energy in the body, and make it more refined.

And the most difficult part of refining this elixir is that it requires the use of a spirit grass.

Lei Yuanye.

This forest grass grows on the cliff all year round, after the baptism of thunder, it contains a trace of the power of the thunder is the most difficult to control, the slightest carelessness will cause the fryer.

Shen Lu wiped a handful of ashes from his face, and he could understand why Huang Fengfeng usually looked unkempt, and when he got serious, he only had the pill in the furnace in his heart, and he couldn't take care of anything else.

"Give me Ning!"

Shen Lu shot out three golden toad seals one after another, and all of them were slapped into the alchemy furnace in front of him.

With the buzzing sound of the alchemy furnace, a scorching fragrance came faintly, and Shen Lu's face finally showed a hint of a smile, cracking the corners of his mouth and grinning, with a mouthful of big white teeth.

"It's finally done!"

"Yo, that's good. ”

Elder Huang's slightly teasing voice came from outside the door, looking at the azure pill in Shen Lu's hand, and smiling slightly.

It seems that the waves are not shocked on the surface, but in fact, the heart is shocked beyond measure.

Even if he thought that he was known as an alchemy genius back then, and he had the resources of heaven, he had not been able to successfully refine a low-grade pill in such a short period of time.

"It's okay. ”

Shen Lu scratched his head a little embarrassed, glanced at the many waste spirit grasses thrown at his feet, and the corners of his mouth cracked.

Many of them are good babies.

In the past three days, he has been refining without sleep, and I don't know how many furnaces of elixir, including the explosion furnace several times, almost hurt his soul.

There are countless medicinal materials destroyed, and the profession of alchemist is really not something that anyone can do.

Not to mention, there must be a massive supply of spirit grass.

It is not necessarily possible to guarantee the rate of Dan.

"The surname is Huang, why don't you give your old wine to the old man?"

Outside the hall, a long and strong old voice suddenly came.

Shen Lu and Huang Fengfeng subconsciously turned their heads to look.

I saw an old man and a young man, wearing red robes, walking towards the hall.

The old man looked like he was about sixty years old, but Shen Lu knew in his heart that a guy like this must be an old fox who had lived for an unknown number of years, although he looked charitable, but only they knew what Xiao Jiujiu was talking about.

The boy looked much younger, but in his early twenties, his head held high, and the night cat looked around from time to time, flashing a flash of contempt.

"You're still alive, an old immortal? I'm ready to burn paper for you, and you can still come?"

Huang Fengfeng scolded with a smile, took out a half-person-high wine jar with his backhand, and slapped it out with one palm.

"You want to drink my wine, right?

Shen Lu's heart was beating straight when he watched from behind, just the terrifying momentum that emerged from the wine altar, I'm afraid that ordinary monks below the fourth level can't stop it, right?

"The old man accepted it!"

Elder Shan gently raised his hand to grasp the wine jar firmly, smiled faintly, put it in his pocket, and glanced slightly, only to see the young man beside him take out a brocade box from his arms and hand it to him.

"Gifts are still exchanged, so the old man will also give you something!"

Before the words fell, I saw that the box was popped out by Elder Shan's fingers.

Mixed with the power of the rolling heaven and earth, the bluestone on the ground was rolled up, and the road surface was originally smoothed, but it was pulled out of a ravine by the energy.

The masters are fighting, and the horror is like this!

If it weren't for the faint smiles on both of their faces, Shen Lu would have thought that the two old men were going to fight.

"Huh!"

Huang Fengfeng has lived for such an age, and of course it is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and the wave of qi set off by stomping his feet directly dispersed that momentum.

Hold the brocade box in your hand steadily.

After opening it, a faint smell of blood wafted out, and I saw a fruit the size of an egg, extremely round, quietly stored inside.

"Blood fruit, you old man can be so generous?"

The blood fruit aura index is three stars, the difficulty of eating is seven stars, and the taste is extremely poor.

Shen Lu smacked his lips, and instantly lost interest in this thing, he was not interested in something with such a low aura index and such a high degree of difficulty.

However, Shen Lu also learned the preciousness of this thing from the gluttonous recipe.

The place where the blood fruit generally grows is a pile of dead people, and it is a monk's four-person pile, and after countless blood containing cultivation to provide nutrition, it is possible to give birth to such a fruit by chance.

And this blood fruit is very useful when refining some strange pills.

"Hey, hey. ”

Elder Shan thought for a moment, then pointed to the young man beside him, and said with a proud expression.

"This is the old man's newly accepted closed disciple, and he has quite extraordinary qualifications on the way to the Dan Dao. ”

The young man also understood the look very well, and immediately arched his hand and said softly.

"Disciple Chai Dong, I have seen Elder Huang. ”

Huang Fengfeng waved his hand indifferently, and there seemed to be a hint of banter in his eyes, and said lightly.

"Tell me, what is the matter with you old man bringing your precious apprentice to me?"

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