Looking at the food on the table, Xia Fan's appetite was greatly moved, and he swept away the food on the table in a moment, and after eating, this guy looked at the mess on the table and sighed helplessly, cultivators should avoid overeating, because the food contains a lot of impurities, and eating more not only gets less spiritual energy, but it is difficult to eliminate the impurities in it, and eating and drinking for a long time is not conducive to cultivation, which makes Xia Fan can't help but think of an elixir called Bigu Dan. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Only by entering the Jindan Avenue can the cultivator be able to open the valley in the true sense, because the Jindan of the Jindan period of the monk will rotate all the time, thus driving the monk's body to automatically absorb the aura of heaven and earth in the outside world, and the monk's body can be nourished by the aura at all times, and there is no longer a need to ingest the aura by eating.

Obviously, Xia Fan is not yet in the Jindan period, but cultivators have no time to cultivate, and a retreat will take an unimaginable amount of time for ordinary people, so some people think of taking the pill to ingest the aura, which not only reduces the impurities ingested by the diet, but also greatly prolongs the time for the monks to provide the required aura, this elixir is the Bigu Dan.

Thinking of Bigu Dan, Xia Fan couldn't help but be more eager to learn alchemy, and at the same time secretly decided that he had to speed up the progress.

Although he knew that he still had a lot to learn, Xia Fan quickly put everything away, and once again specialized in alchemy on the bed, with the sinking of his mind, according to the seven alchemy techniques, combined with his previous experience in refining, Xia Fan quickly went deep into it, and this sitting was an afternoon, until Xiao Cui came back.

At this time, according to Xia Fan's guess, at about six o'clock in the evening, Xia Fan couldn't help but shine in his eyes again when he saw the lunch box in Xiao Cui's hand, but when he thought of his refining materials, he secretly scolded himself for being a foodie and threw the food aside, only to find that Xiao Cui was still carrying a small package.

"That, Sister Cui, I don't know what I asked you to buy......"

Xia Fan rubbed his hands together and asked murmuringly.

"Na!"

Xiao Cui directly handed the small package to Xia Fan, and Xia Fan was eager to wrap it, feeling that the package was heavy.

Xiao Cui put the food in the lunch box on the table, and the resentful voice sounded again.

"It's so heavy, I'm tired to death, you don't know how to care about Sister Cui, hum!"

Xia Fan was opening the package at this time, and what came into his eyes was a familiar and unfamiliar material, and the items that he originally thought might not exist in this world or had not been discovered were all there, Xia Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Sure that it was the material he wanted, Xia Fan looked at Xiao Cui with a smile on his face.

"I didn't know that these things were so heavy, Sister Cui worked hard, come, I'll pinch your shoulders. ”

Xia Fan ran to Xiao Cui's back as he spoke, put his hand on Xiao Cui's shoulder, and pinched it, only to provoke Xiao Cui to scream.

"Go! go!"

Xiao Cui hurriedly dodged, then glanced at Xia Fan with a slightly red face, dropped a word and left.

"The materials you want are easy to find except for the ethereal spirit jade, and the ethereal spirit jade has not been found for the time being, I will let people find it as soon as possible, and those iron basins or something will be sent tomorrow morning!"

Seeing Xiaocui fleeing in panic, Xia Fan finally laughed proudly, the secret path has finally found a way to deal with you, see if you dare to lift my quilt next time?

Cultivators don't have much need to sleep, especially after building the foundation, Xia Fan rarely feels physically and mentally tired, so Xia Fan didn't sleep this night, of course, Xia Fan didn't start refining, but meditated and cultivated the Sun Sutra, cultivating the truth is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat, so unless there is something more urgent to do, otherwise cultivation is a daily necessity.

There was nothing to say all night, early the next morning, Xiao Cui sent the tools he needed, Yun Shu had already lived in the small courtyard yesterday, and at this time he was curiously looking at the things that Xiao Cui had moved, Xia Fan pointed and explained respectively, and then asked Xiao Cui to take Yun Shu to learn martial arts with the Hu Nursing Academy of the General's Mansion, Hu Nursing Yuan was also teaching the children of several subordinates in the General's Mansion, Yun Shu was just right now, although Xia Fan wanted to teach her personally, but his time was really tight now.

After sending Xiaocui and Yun Shu away, Xia Fan looked at the things on the ground again, these things were actually very simple, a big iron basin, a stove, a few hammers and three small bags, put these things in the house like this, and then bring a bucket of water, Xia Fan prepared to refine the weapon.

First of all, one of the small bags was opened, and it contained a fuel similar to real coal, this fuel is called Burning Stone, which is a thing that burns slightly higher than wood in this world, and ordinary blacksmiths use these Burning Stones, as for the fuel used by the forgers in this world, Xia Fan has not yet understood, but the temperature that Burning Stone can provide is enough for him to use.

After putting the burning stone into the furnace and igniting it, and pouring the bucket into the iron basin, Xia Fan began to sort out the refining materials. The first thing Xia Fan wanted to refine was a low-grade magic weapon flying sword, and there were five parts of the materials for refining the flying sword, such as refined iron, mythril, cinnabar, and xuansha, and Xia Fan divided it into five parts and put it aside, and the fire in the furnace was already strong at this time.

Xia Fan picked up a piece of Mithril and threw it in, these materials are only the lowest level materials used in the cultivation realm for refining, and it can be completely melted with a burning stone, but Mithril is more difficult to melt, so Xia Fan threw it into the furnace first.

After putting the Mithril in, Xia Fan sat in front of the stove and waited patiently, until the Mithril was burned red, Xia Fan threw the fine iron into it again, and the next time Xia Fan threw all kinds of materials into the furnace one by one, and finally only cinnabar and sand remained, when all the materials were about to melt, Xia Fan used the magic of spiritual control to hold up all these materials and move them out of the furnace at the same time, the fire in his right hand suddenly rose.

The temperature of the burning stone can no longer meet the degree of removal of impurities in the next material, and the original foundation building period monks can hardly rely solely on their own alchemy refining tools, only after the monks of the Dan Realm have the Dan Fire can they not borrow all things, but Xia Fan thinks that he has cultivated the Sun Sutra, and the temperature of the fireball technique used has far exceeded that of ordinary mortal fire, which may have a slight impact on the quality of the magic weapons refined, but it can be tried.

In this way, the liquids of these materials were slowly refined in Xia Fan's hands, and the volume became more and more, until Xia Fan felt that he could no longer be small, Xia Fan mixed these liquids together, and then put the cinnabar in, and after a slight explosion, a burst of green smoke slowly rose, and the liquids of various materials gradually boiled, and finally fused together, and the fused liquid gradually calmed down the boiling and turned into a dark red liquid.

At this time, Xia Fan knew that it was impossible to remove impurities from these materials with the temperature of his own fire, so he used spiritual power to shape this liquid into the shape of a small sword, the small sword was formed, and the dark red sword embryo flashed with the unique streamer of the liquid, Xia Fan once again turned the last material sand to the sword body, leaving the hilt of the sword, turning the small sword, to make sure that the sword body was covered with sand and sand at this time, Xia Fan breathed a sigh of relief and continued to keep the flame smelting.

The sand is as earthy yellow as the sand, and after the small sword is covered with sand and sand changes, it has changed from the original red to the current earthy yellow, as if wearing a coat full of small balls, and what Xia Fan has to do next is to make this coat extremely smooth.

As time passed, the sand gradually melted under the scorching flames, and the particles fused together, and the sword body became smooth, blooming with an earthy yellow light, at this time, Xia Fan raised his left hand that stretched out to the small sword and suddenly stopped halfway, it turned out that his spiritual power was running out, and the sweat on his forehead was constantly flowing downward, and he had been too focused to find it.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, and then Xia Fan gritted his teeth, a faint blue light appeared on his hand, and he reached out to hold the small sword in the flames, and the spiritual power in his hand surged towards the fairy sword frantically.

The little spiritual power left in the dantian quickly decreased, Xia Fan's sweaty face gradually turned pale, Xia Fan felt that no breath was so long, I don't know how long it took, Xia Fan felt that he was about to be unable to hold on, and felt a repulsive force coming from the small sword in his hand, Xia Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time as the fireball in his hand was extinguished, Xia Fan collapsed to the ground after putting the small sword into the iron basin.

At the same time as Xia Fan fell to the ground, he saw the white mist rise, and the sound of "...... " in the water continued to sound, when Xia Fan felt some strength, the mist had dissipated, the sound had subsided, and he stretched out his head to look at the iron basin, a black sword hilt, and a small red sword with a red sword body was lying quietly at the bottom of the basin, and under the sword body and on both sides was the earthy yellow "coat" that had been shattered.

"Failed, or succeeded?"

With apprehension, Xia Fan reached out and fished out the small sword in the water, and the small sword still had a warm afterglow, Xia Fan, who had already exhausted his spiritual power, actually felt a faint trace of power coming from his hand, and Xia Fan's face showed a touch of joy.