Mo Qingpan sat on the futon, and a pair of eyes calmly looked at Ning Cuiding and the other two somewhat strange items in front of him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, he moved.

A pair of palms slowly poked out of his arms, and stopped less than three inches away from the copper green Ning Cui Ding on the body.

Two thumb-thick cyan mana flew out of his palm and landed on the half-foot-sized Ning Cui Ding.

When the mana of Mo Qing traveled along those strange lines on the surface of Ning Cui Ding, gradually covering the entire Xiao Ding, the surface of Ning Cui Ding exuded a green light.

The light is emerald green, like the blue water of the cold pool in summer, and like the smart and clear jade, Mo Qing now understands why this tripod has such a strange name as Ning Cui.

The emerald green light quickly disappeared on the Ning Cui Ding, and with a small sound, the lid that was originally tightly covered above Xiao Ding automatically cracked, revealing that the space inside Xiao Ding was not too large.

Seeing this, Mo Qing's heart moved, and he stopped the output of mana, and then he secretly changed the seal technique, and soon flames gushed out from his two hands, and under Mo Qing's careful control, all of them fell to the bottom of Ning Cui Ding.

After the flames burned for a moment, an emerald green light appeared at the bottom of Ning Cui Ding.

Under the guidance of the emerald green light, the flames that had originally gathered at the bottom were gradually divided into six paths, spreading from between the three legs of the Ning Cui Ding to the middle of the Ding.

After a short time, half of Ning Cui Ding was surrounded by these flames, and from a distance, it was as if the entire Ding was burning.

Mo Qing divided his mind, carefully controlled the output of the flame, and adjusted the temperature of the flame, which was big and small, high and low, constantly changing.

This was the first time he had come into contact with such a Lingding, so he didn't dare to be reckless, and he needed to feel it well.

After practicing smoothly, it is good to open the furnace to refine those materials. Otherwise, those materials are probably not enough for him to waste.

Speaking of which, Mo Qing had also refined pills under the guidance of Huang Laoxie before.

It's just that the materials used at that time were just ordinary medicinal materials, and the tools for alchemy were also extremely simple.

It was the big iron pot in Huang Laoxi's house, and after adding an iron lid to it, he let Mo Qing use it as a ding.

Such rudimentary equipment Mo Qing used for nearly three years, although the things refined were 108,000 miles away from the true elixir, but it made Mo Qing's control of the flames reach a point of perfection.

The Ning Cui Ding in front of him now is too comfortable to use compared to the previous big iron pot.

Not only can it withstand high temperatures, but it will also automatically disperse the flame so that the whole body is heated evenly, so that even if there is a small mistake, it will not cause irreparable mistakes.

Thinking like this in his heart, Mo Qing still carefully understood the gap between Ning Cuiding and the big iron pot.

After about half an hour like this, Mo Qing suddenly took out a hand, and with a quick wipe in his arms, a medicinal herb that exuded a faint spiritual light was thrown into Ning Cui Ding by him.

Mo Qing actually got some elixirs from several disciples of the Iron Fan Gate, but they were all very ordinary elixirs, and the highest year was not more than thirty years old.

At this time, what he threw into Ning Cuiding was an elixir called 'Fresh Bamboo Grass', and the year would not exceed three years.

Mo Qing's expression immediately became solemn at the moment when the fresh bamboo grass was thrown into Ning Cuiding.

He divided his divine sense and carefully observed the changes of the fresh bamboo grass in the ding, and at the same time reduced the output of the mana in his hand, controlling the temperature of the flame, so that it changed with the change of the fresh bamboo grass.

The fresh bamboo grass quickly withered under the refining of Mo Qing, and as time passed, a trace of medicinal liquid that exuded spiritual power fluctuations separated from its branches.

When a drop of pale green liquid about the size of a soybean appeared in the ding, the fresh bamboo grass from which all the essence had been extracted broke inch by inch, and then it was burned into nothingness by the scorching temperature.

Seeing this, Mo Qing's face showed a hint of joy, he put away the flame in his hand, and at the same time beckoned to the drop of green medicine in the ding, and immediately a spiritual power came out of his hand, wrapped in the essence of the elixir, and flew in front of Mo Qing.

The taste was slightly bitter, but Mo Qing could feel that there was not the slightest impurity in it.

After watching the results of his first purification, Mo Qing opened his mouth and was about to swallow this drop of essence, but when he turned his head, he saw Fu Jiang's pitiful little face.

Mo Qing couldn't help but chuckle, and with a flick of his fingers, he sent it to Fu Jiang's mouth. Seeing that Fu Jiang was enjoying it a little, Mo Qing couldn't help but be a little happy.

After doing this, Mo Qing did not immediately start refining, but closed his eyes and began to meditate to recover his mana.

What I just did was just a practice, and what will be done next is what really needs to be refined.

In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, Mo Qing has to adjust his state to the best.

Besides, the action just now really consumed a lot of his mana.

When Mo Qing opened his eyes again, it was already an hour later.

An hour of meditation not only restored his mana to its best state, but also made his spirit full.

This time, Mo Qing didn't stay, as soon as he stretched out his hands, two fire snakes immediately drilled into the bottom of Ning Cui Ding, burning fiercely, and after a while, the scorching fire surrounded half of the furnace Ding.

With a soft sound, the lid of Ning Cui Ding automatically opened, Mo Qing did not hesitate when he saw this, and blew out a breath at the piece of jade on the ground that exuded a trace of cold air, and the jade that weighed ten catties immediately rose into the air and fell into Xiao Ding.

Ning Cuiding's lid clicked up, leaving no gap.

Seeing this, Mo Qing didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and as soon as his heart moved, a part of his divine consciousness immediately flew out from the center of his eyebrows, and he submerged into the Ning Cui Ding in front of him, paying close attention to the changes in the cold stone.

After the cold stone entered the burning fiery Ning Cui Ding, it did not melt immediately, but instead erupted a large amount of cold qi to resist the scorching temperature inside the Ding.

Seeing this, Mo Qing didn't panic, because he had learned that this was the normal reaction of the Cold Stone.

Therefore, just by increasing the output of mana, the flames around Ning Cui Ding immediately increased a lot, almost enveloping it entirely.

Ning Cuiding really didn't have as many spirit stones as Baihua Moqing, and under such a high temperature firing, there was no unbearable look, which made Mo Qing nod secretly, feeling that the money was not unjustly spent.

If it was the big iron pot before, it would have turned into a pool of fiery molten iron by this time.

The temperature in the tripod increased sharply as the flames continued to burn, and wisps of twisted transparent gas gathered in the tripod, constantly sweeping towards the cold stone in the center.

The extreme heat collided with the cold air emitted by the Stygian Stone, making a piercing 'whoo' sound.

Bursts of white mist rose from there, but before they could spread, they disappeared without a trace in the scorching heat.

Mo Qing watched everything that happened in the Ding closely, and saw that he couldn't help this stubborn stone for a while, and he was not in a hurry in his heart, but he just maintained such a mana output, turning into a raging flame, and continuously burning this side of the Ning Cui Ding, which was not too big.

Ning Cuiding's whole body was exuding an emerald green light at this time, like a dazzling green peony in the fiery sea of flowers.

It was only at this time that Mo Qing once again discovered the extraordinaryness of Ning Cuiding.

Such a fierce fire burned not far in front of him, and he didn't feel much change in the temperature in the room.

As if all the heat was absorbed by this small green tripod, it seems that the brand does not exaggerate its introduction.

As time passed, Mo Qing gradually felt that the mana in his body was a little unsupported, and such a high-intensity mana output made the mana in his dantian decrease rapidly.

The cold air coming out of the cold stone is much less than before, and it seems that this stubborn stone is also about to reach the point of exhaustion.

The distorted air flow in the ding turned a little green, and at this time, it turned into a small snake that was not too big under the control of Mo Qing, and surrounded the cold stone.

Mo Qing's divine sense could clearly perceive what a terrifying temperature this seemingly illusory little snake contained, and the six-inch-thick steel plate was touched by it, and it was estimated that it would be pierced immediately.

Just as Mo Qing was about to swallow the next Qi Enhancement Pill, the vague little snake finally surrounded the Cold Stone, and after a burst of violent white smoke rose, no more cold air appeared on the Cold Stone.

Seeing this, Mo Qing immediately took action, and the little snake immediately let go of the Cold Stygian Stone, which had some signs of melting, and disappeared into the Ding under the control of Mo Qing's divine sense.

At the same time, Mo Qing also reduced the output of mana, and at the same time controlled the temperature of the flame, making it gradually lower.

The Frost Stone is a very peculiar thing, and when refining, it needs to use high fire and high temperature to quickly deplete the cold energy it possesses.

After this is done, you need to lower the temperature immediately, otherwise the scorching temperature will easily destroy the essence contained in it.

After Mo Qing felt that the temperature in the ding was quickly controlled by himself, he looked at the cold stone that was slowly softening, and his heart was slightly relieved.

The most difficult thing to grasp in extracting the essence of the Chill Stone is this sudden temperature transformation from extremely high to extremely low.

Now the biggest difficulty has been successfully passed by himself, and then he just needs to maintain this mana output and keep the current temperature unchanged.

As time passed, a wry smile appeared on Mo Qing's face.