Seeing that Ji Wenming really refined a pill, this kind of ability has exceeded the imagination of the old ginseng king, I only know that the spiritual grass and strange flowers in the great wilderness can cure diseases, but I never thought that these things can be turned into such a delicate and beautiful big pill through mineral liquid catalysis, and the color of this pill is crystal clear, with a slight blue and gold color, it looks very attractive, compared to the dark and bitter medicinal soup refined by herbs, it is very attractive.

The most important thing is that this pill is not made indiscriminately, it has its own name, called the Blue Blood Pill, which shows that Ji Wenming must have comprehended some great knowledge, so that he can go from a boy refining medicine to a master of alchemy.

Therefore, at this moment, the old ginseng king could not hide the surprise in his heart, and his divine thoughts shook and said, "What is the effect of the Blue Blood Pill?"

Ji Wenming had never taken this kind of pill, but he processed such a pill according to the method of refining and stopping blood dispersion, and at this moment, he was still waterlogged and tired, and his mind was short of breath.

But of course, he couldn't say that he was refining it for the first time, and he didn't know the name of the pill, let alone the effect, so he could only pretend to be confident, and according to the color and shape of the pill, he said in a majestic manner: "This is a blue blood pill, the color is green, the smell is fragrant, it is beneficial to the blood and replenishes qi, and the magic effect of strengthening the true yuan!"

As the old ginseng king stopped urging the real fire, the bonfire slowly went out.

Urged by Mu Yuanli, it has long been beyond the range of these firewoods, and as soon as Mu Yuanli retreats at this time, these firewoods will disintegrate into fly ashes, and the flames will be extinguished.

The wooden tripod also slowly cooled down, and the wooden tripod refined by the king's own roots was similar to attacking the shield with the spear of the son, but the wooden tripod was obviously of amazing quality, and it was still intact at the moment.

The blue blood pill in the wooden tripod faded with the heat, and finally slowly stopped rotating, and fell to the bottom of the wooden tripod.

Therefore, Ji Wenming led this Blue Blood Pill into the palm of his hand with a single thought, and then closed his eyes and opened his mouth to swallow it in one gulp.

In order to make the old ginseng king believe that he had refined the elixir, even if it was poison at this moment, Xi Wenming could only grit his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, and he couldn't even cry out in pain or show anything strange, so that he could get further support from the old ginseng king.

Through this alchemy, Ji Wenming has discovered several deficiencies in himself, and if he wants to alchemy, there are a few necessary matters.

First, the best flame is needed, and ordinary bonfires can't even force out all things spirit essence, let alone refine the pill. Second, a large amount of medicine is needed, not only spiritual grass and exotic fruits, but also a large number of minerals, demon beasts, etc., alchemy is a waste, the accumulation is less, and it is a joke to think about alchemy. With the net worth he has accumulated for several months, this alchemy has returned to the point of being innocent, and he has only successfully refined one pill. It can be seen from this that alchemy is difficult.

Third, that is, the divine mind still needs to continue to improve, otherwise the alchemy once, the serious illness for three days, the gains outweigh the losses. Fourth, the method of alchemy still needs to be delicate, and the method of communicating the herbal essence with his own divine mind is too clumsy, and a lot of herbal essence is wasted, and it is fortunate to be able to succeed.

If these four loopholes can't be repaired, Ji Wenming will no longer be ready to refine the elixir, this thing will definitely not be able to make up for the technique by luck, and it is better to refine the medicine obediently than to waste resources, not alchemy.

Of course, there are many detailed problems, for example, the wooden tripod does not seem to be the best vessel for alchemy, first, the thermal conductivity is average, secondly, the wooden tripod has the residual substance of the king of ginseng, which is easy to affect the efficacy; third, in the process of alchemy, these pills will rotate rapidly, suspended and condensed, if the Danding can be refined with metal, supplemented by air outlets, it can not only increase the temperature inside the Danding, but also promote the rotation and fusion of the Danding, saving too much effort.

Of course, there are only so many things that need to be improved at present, and as for how it will be in the future, it needs to be slowly realized and slowly straightened out.

Ji Wenming didn't know that alchemy was a risky thing, if the conflict of drug attributes was likely to be the end of the explosion, even if you were a master at the top of the innate level, you would have to blow up half to death.

Like him, he was able to refine the pill for the first time in alchemy, which was already extremely lucky.

Seeing Ji Wenming standing in place, closing his eyes and concentrating, his anger did not come out often, and he was even more speechless, the old ginseng king was full of suspicions, he watched Xi Wenming swallow the blue blood pill in one gulp, as an old timer who has studied pharmacy for countless years, he was full of slander in his heart at this moment. I just think that this kid is simply a tyrannical thing-you said that you are not sick or sick, why did you start taking medicine? Finally, you have refined a pill, isn't it good for you to give me a detailed reference before taking it? Can an old man of my age still snatch your treasure?

The old Samwang watched Ji Wenming's face change from red to green, from green to red, and after a while, from red to green again, from green to red, and so on nine times in a row before he finally stopped changing, but this is just a change in Ji Wenming's appearance, what kind of reaction happened inside, King Sam didn't know, although he was a great idea, but he couldn't invade other people's bodies.

Seeing Ji Wenming return to his original state, the old ginseng king anxiously shook his mind and asked, "Wenming, how do you feel? Is the effect of this pill okay?"

Ji Wenming opened his mouth, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of black dirty blood, sticking to the stone wall of the cave, emitting a foul smell, he slowly opened his eyes, and the fierce light in his eyes flickered, as if he had turned into a humanoid beast.

"Huh?" Although the old ginseng king couldn't see the changes in his body, he was very sensitive to breath sensing, and said in surprise: "Wen Ming, your aura seems to be three points stronger! Could it be that that pill makes your qi and blood so strong and vigorous?"

Ji Wenming finally breathed a sigh of relief, he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Blue Blood Pill, Wang Qi and Blood, Burning Meridians, a Pill, Vitality Increase by Three Percent, This is already the lowest level!"

The old ginseng king secretly speculated that with the strength of Ji Wen's life, which far surpassed his peers, the innate one-fold realm, the yuan power increased by three percent, and only ten blue blood pills were needed to break through the twofold realm, how could this be possible?

In the speculation of the old ginseng king, Ji Wenming finally couldn't stand it, he suddenly spurted out another mouthful of dirty blood, and then said: "Grandpa Shenwang, your blood ginseng descendant essence is too sufficient, my body is full of blood and qi, and I can't even refine it, at this moment, one by one, I can't suppress it, is this still five hundred years of blood ginseng?"

The old ginseng king looked embarrassed, and said with some shame: "Oh, Wenming, what's that...... I'm really sorry for you, this ...... I was afraid that the medicinal power was not enough, so I gave you a blood ginseng that has been cultivated for 3,000 years!"

"Poof...... Ji Wenming spurted blood again, and said dumbfounded: "Three...... Three thousand years of blood ginseng?Grandpa Sam Wang, isn't it too extravagant for you to use this kind of thing for experiments in alchemy?"