Early the next morning, the dialect was still the same, and after the morning class at the top of the mountain, I came to the alchemy room, and practiced the method of dual-use and fire control with hard work. Today is the last day to stay on the mountain, and tomorrow he will go to the fortress to garrison, Fang Yan is very reluctant in his heart, now is the first time for alchemy, but he has to stop and do such boring things.

One morning, Fang Yan spent all his busy cultivation, and after lunch at noon, Fang Yan did not resume practicing immediately, but rested in the bedroom for an hour before coming to the alchemy room in good spirits.

It turned out that the dialect had been planned for a long time, and it was ready to test it again before leaving, to test the results of these days. It was still the same procedure, after preheating the Dan furnace, Fang Yan poured the medicinal powder into the furnace again, and while controlling the Dan furnace to rotate slowly, he carefully suppressed the flames that were about to move. This is what the dialect himself figured out, when burning the spiritual food, you must keep turning the wok, and when refining the pill, you must also turn the dan furnace.

Who knew that what Fang Yan had blindly configured out was secretly in line with the requirements of alchemy, and this time there was no such thing as the raw materials being burned immediately. When Fang Yan used his divine sense to see that the medicinal powder was gradually heated, he hurriedly poured in another medicinal powder, and concocted it in the same way, and then poured in the medicinal liquid mixed with Qingshou Wu, and the sound of "swishing" immediately came from the Dan furnace.

At this time, Fang Yan controlled the flame and the Dan furnace more carefully, and also took a fan-shaped magic weapon, and carefully fanned the tongue of fire at the bottom of the furnace. Now is the time to heat the liquid medicine, the powder in the Dan furnace and the liquid medicine added later are mixed together, tumbling in the furnace to form a mass of liquid medicine the size of a skull, at this time the fire must be even, otherwise it is impossible for several elixirs to fully fuse.

Half an hour later, the spiritual liquid mass in the Dan furnace became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a viscous medicine mass the size of a fist, and the smell of the elixir gradually came out, but it was different from when it was put into the Dan furnace before, and it became more like the smell of the elixir.

At this time, Fang Yan hurriedly turned the Dan furnace violently, and at the same time used his divine sense to control the mass of elixir, slowly dividing into a small group, and then slowly dividing into a small group, until it was evenly divided into nine parts. At this time, according to the Dan masters, it is the time to become a Dan, and it needs to be quickly calcined with a large fire, and the Divine Consciousness must not only control the fire, but also control the Dan furnace and the nine pills that will be refined inside.

As the first alchemy, Fang Yan was still very self-aware, and he didn't want to practice nine pills without his own strength, but after quickly strengthening the Xuan Ling Flame, he only controlled one of the pills that seemed to be the most intact, and then sprinkled spiritual powder into the Xuan Ling Flame, and then blew it violently towards the bottom of the Dan Furnace with the wind furnace. I saw that the Xuan Ling Flame suddenly seemed to have taken a tonic, and it quickly soared and turned into a raging fire the size of a zhang, enveloping the entire Dan furnace and burning violently.

There was a burning smell and a crackling sound in the furnace, and none of the other eight pills emitted a puff of green smoke, turning into black ashes and leaving at the bottom of the furnace, while the one that Fang Yan had stubbornly controlled was still stubbornly and slowly turning into the shape of the pill at this time, spinning rapidly in the pill furnace.

Fang Yan was even more cautious, and his hands kept playing one trick after another to the Dan Furnace and Xuan Lingyan, at this time, Fang Yan was already covered in sweat, but he didn't dare to relax in the slightest, and his eyes were fixed on the Dan Furnace in front of him.

The only remaining pill in the furnace slowly turned into a round ball the size of a fingernail, and a faint color of the pill appeared on the surface, and it looked like it was about to become a pill. Fang Yan suppressed the joy in his heart, and did not dare to slack off for a moment, the Xuanling Flame was turned to the maximum, and the Dan furnace wrapped in flames had already turned like the wind, and only a huge fireball that was rotating rapidly was seen from the outside.

After Fang Yan quickly typed out a series of formulas, the pill in the Dan furnace jumped up and flew up from the Dan furnace quickly, which was the sign of Cheng Dan. Fang Yan immediately withdrew the flame with one hand, and hit the astringent pill collection technique with the other, and after a while, the pill flew from the air and fell into Fang Yan's hand.

At this time, Fang Yan was overjoyed, he was able to refine a pill for the first time, even though it was the lowest level qi refining pill, it was also very remarkable, as far as he knew, no one had been able to succeed in refining the pill at one time. Fang Yan took the pill with his hand, and when he was about to watch it, he heard a "pop", and the pill split into several petals from the middle, and Fang Yan's face suddenly became very ugly.

In the middle of this pill, you can clearly see a trace of black lines, which is caused by the impurities in the liquid medicine and a lot of residues, even if such an elixir is refined, it cannot be called a pill, it can only be called a waste pill, no one will buy it, not to mention that he has not even refined the waste pill, he was too happy just now.

Although this result is frustrating, Fang Yan didn't care too much, which can only show that he is not a person with super alchemy talent, it does not mean that he does not have a little talent, at least he has refined half a waste pill. Fang Yan thought about it self-deprecatingly, and sat on the futon to recover the mana and divine consciousness consumed by alchemy, and at the same time constantly summarized the experience and lessons of this alchemy, thinking about what could be improved next time.

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Yan stood up, cleaned up the Dan furnace, took out another elixir and concocted it, and began another alchemy. This time, the process of dialect alchemy was much more proficient, and the tricks played were no longer as jerky as before, and the control of the Dan furnace and flames had also improved slightly, but the result was not satisfactory, and even a waste pill was not received, and it exploded directly in the hearth.

This time it was even worse than the last one, and it seemed that the problem was not only in the fire control, but also in other things that I didn't notice, and these would only be realized after many exercises. Then the dialect was refined three times in a row, all of which failed without exception, and the worst one was even before the Chengdan stage was reached, and a large cloud of medicinal liquid turned into green smoke in the furnace.

Looking at the pile of black ash that had been swept out of his side, Fang Yan pursed his lips, although he had made some preparations for the results of the first alchemy, but this result was much worse than expected. Could it be that his alchemy talent was so inferior and unbearable, which made Fang Yan's confidence doubly hit, but he had been preparing for practicing pills for several years.

Fear and retreat when encountering difficulties is not the character of dialects, but the more this is the case, the more it provokes the end of the dialect's bones that does not admit defeat. After dinner, Fang Yan hurriedly finished soaking the decoction, only cultivated for a while, and then returned to the alchemy room, took out a spiritual herb, and began to prepare the next furnace of elixir.

Unconsciously, Fang Yan completely forgot the time, and when the remaining five parts were all refined, it was almost dawn, and Fang Yan sat on the futon at this time to rest slightly, constantly reminiscing about some of the experiences of alchemy just now. After refining the five pills, he was already very tired at this time, but the result was much better, although he did not succeed in refining a pill, but he got a complete waste pill, which was being held in his hand by Fang Yan at this moment, carefully observed and tested.

After refining ten pills, only one waste pill was obtained, which cannot but be said to be a complete failure. But it is not without gains, the most pleasing thing for the dialect is that the discrimination technique can also play a huge role in alchemy, the formation of this waste pill can be said to be formed under the whole attention of the dialect, and even the cause of the waste pill is clear to him, that is, the aura in the spiritual fluid is very disordered, and it is estimated that a large number of impurities have not been removed.

The cause of the waste pill can be easily found by using the discrimination technique, and even the grade of the pill can be improved if it is used properly, but the current alchemy is still too far behind in the dialect, and it can only be tried after the alchemy is proficient. It seems that the current problem is still in proficiency and experience, it is much easier to find the problem, and the dialect has now regained some confidence, and there will be a direction for the cultivation of Danshu in the future.

Looking at the day's alchemy, Fang Yan also had a general assessment of his Dan Dao prospects, in terms of alchemy talent, he can only be regarded as average, although he doesn't know what the results of other alchemists are when they get started, but people like him are definitely not excellent.

However, the discernment technique gave Fang Yan great confidence, he was only a wit, and made some attempts in alchemy, who knew that the effect was surprisingly good, and Fang Yan was already sure that if he wanted to make great progress in the Dan Dao, the discernment technique would be his biggest hole card. Sometimes Fang Yan was also puzzled by this, whether it was from the scriptures or in the conversations with people, he did not find that other people had similar spells, could it be that God gave him a gift from the Five Spirit Root Monk?

After resting for a while, Fang Yan stood up, relaxed his tense body, and went to the pavilion on the top of the mountain to do his morning class. Every day the dialect will suck the purple yang qi here, this is a unique cultivation method in the pure yang gong, long-term practice makes the vitality in the dialect's body far better than others, and the body seems to feel that there is an inexhaustible power, which makes the dialect very useful, as long as there is a chance, he will practice once in the morning.

It's just that on occasions when there are many monks, the dialect still doesn't dare to be too blatant, which is easy to arouse the curiosity of others, and he doesn't want to be noticed at all times, so he generally doesn't dare to practice when he is stationed in the fortress. After finishing the morning class, Fang Yan hurriedly ate the breakfast prepared by Qingluan, and flew to the front of the camp steward's pavilion.

Captain Jiang Heng had already arrived, and almost every time he was the first to arrive, he sat on the steps at the door and closed his eyes to cultivate. Fang Yan walked over softly, sat down not far from him, and meditated quietly, he was busy with alchemy last night and didn't have much rest, and Fang Yan's face was not very good-looking at this time, but his spirit was fine.

After a while, the team members all arrived, Jiang Heng opened his eyes at this time, said "go" and took the lead to fly, and the others hurriedly followed. On the road, a few people saw Fang Yan's tired look, and joked that Fang Yan was too tired for half a month, and Fang Yan was startled, and said that what he did at home was known, but when he saw a few people smiling with a thief on their faces, they smiled slightly embarrassedly and didn't say anything, and these people were even happier, and kept laughing around Fang Yan.

The stationing time is the most boring, as long as something interesting is found, everyone is happy to play for a long time, and it didn't take long for the nearby garrison monks to hear about it, and the dialect is very bad recently because of the excessive sexual affairs of the golden house. Ignorant of these rumors, he was drawing talismans in his lounge, and from time to time he was thinking about the future of alchemy.

During this time, if you have time to speak dialect, you will seize the time to make more talismans, and your own small shop is about to open, although it is mainly to buy monster materials, but there must be some things in the store that support the façade, otherwise all of them are full of animal heads and skins, and even the monks are reluctant to come in, not to mention taking the opportunity to sell some items to earn some spirit stones, and it is also convenient for the monks who come to sell the materials, why not.

In his spare time, Fang Yan will also wander around the market to buy some formations needed for alchemy to supplement the missing items in the alchemy room. Or it is the raw materials for some talismans, and the dialect will buy it when you see it, here is adjacent to the Hujun Mountain, and the monks who hunt demons all year round are endless, and there is never a shortage of materials for low-level demon beasts on the market, but if you want to buy the materials of demon beasts above the middle level, you have to go more and see more.

There is only one street in the small market, but there are a lot of people, and it is very lively, and it only takes one or two hours to walk every day. On this day, Fang Yan came to a shop that operated formations, where he ordered two alchemy and a set of protective formations, and the gentle slope was only guarded by a pair of demon spiders and cobwebs, Fang Yan was still not at ease, so he set another set here by the way. Today is the agreed time for delivery, and the dialect is to come here to pick up the goods.

Walking into the shop, the shopkeeper hurriedly greeted him, and those who came here were either regular customers, or some friends introduced them, and the shop was doing the business of repeat customers.

"Fang Daoyou is here, hurry up and invite you inside, go to the room to have a cup of tea. Shopkeeper Liu Yuanqi said enthusiastically in dialect.