Ouyang Ming didn't know that because he used the fire of Tianfeng to refine the weapon, the entire Xu family was completely shaken and fell into a state of panic and chaos.
At this time, the Heavenly Phoenix Fire in his hand was burning brightly, and countless refining materials were melting rapidly. His eyes flashed, his fingers were like flying, and he pressed down suddenly, and a pill furnace that was hugged by one person slowly took shape. His movements seemed smooth, but they were extremely efficient. The effect of each movement was maximized, and the furnace was slowly formed. The elimination of tediousness in the refining process gives it a more streamlined approach to simplicity.
"Condensation!" He shouted softly, and a plum blossom was engraved on the alchemy furnace, and two small words - Alchemy Saint were written below it. The font is like a knife carved with an axe, and the strength comes from the alchemy furnace. The plum blossoms next to the font are proud and natural, similar to his personality.
Soon, the fire faded away, the secret room returned to calm, and the agitated spiritual energy calmed down again.
Looking at the alchemy furnace on the ground, he chuckled, his thoughts moved slightly, and he stepped into silence. He recalled the details of the elixir refining by the elder of the Seven Star Sect's elixir peak. He dismantled every scene of refining the elixir one by one. points, constantly deducing it in your mind, integrating it with what you have learned.
An hour later, Ouyang Ming opened his eyes, his light flashed away, and he began to refine the elixir.
With a thought, the Heavenly Phoenix Fire emerged from the palm of his hand, and a scorching wave of air spread out.
Ouyang Mingtian's spiritual energy surged out, and he clapped his palms in the air, and the elixir in the space bag flew into the alchemy furnace. Every time he claps his palm, a kind of elixir flew into the alchemy furnace, and his spiritual power was integrated into the herbal juice. , carefully observing the changes. When the elixir juice merged to the extreme, the spiritual power in his Dantian condensed in vain. The juice contracted rapidly and collapsed towards the core point.
Ouyang Ming's chest felt turbid, and he roared softly, saying: "Condensate the pill!"
But this time, Ouyang Ming did not grasp the balance of the herbs. With a "bang", the juice splashed out.
This pot of pills has become a pot of useless pills, but instead of showing any regret in Ouyang Ming's eyes, he is eager to try it.
Try again, once, twice, three times...
Three days later, Ouyang Ming gathered his energy and breathed out. The spiritual energy in his Dantian surged along his meridians and turned into two invisible big hands. He pinched the middle and shouted softly: "Condensation!" The sound echoed. , the essence of the vegetation slowly condenses towards the middle, and a vague fragrance of elixir reverberates.
Ouyang Ming's face was filled with joy, but he did not dare to take it lightly.
Quickly kneading the secret with both hands, a secret technique was played. If the Seven Star Sect elders saw this scene, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood. This is because Ouyang Ming's method of opening the furnace is the secret of Qixing Sect Danyao Peak, and it not only has its shape, but also its meaning.
"Turn on the furnace!" He growled in his heart, a little nervous, and raised his sleeves.
A faint white light overflowed from the alchemy furnace, one, two... thirteen
Ouyang Ming shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed together, as if he was a little unhappy. He secretly thought that he had only refined thirteen pills in total, and his level still needs to be improved! He didn't know that, generally speaking, the greater the quantity of the first batch of pills refined by an alchemist, the greater the potential of the alchemist, and in the entire spiritual world, even the top alchemy master, the first batch of pills. There are only nine pills at most, and now Ouyang Ming has refined thirteen pills in the first furnace. He is still dissatisfied here. If other alchemists find out about this, they will probably be drowned in saliva.
Ouyang Ming moved his hands and engraved two small characters on the elixir - Alchemy Saint.
Although his current alchemy skills can only be described as self-entertainment in the spiritual world, it is enough to occupy a place in the Great Ruins.
With a slight smile, Ouyang Mingzhi walked out of the secret room with great satisfaction.
Xiaoman was refining his spiritual energy, and Ouyang Ming didn't pay much attention.
Walking into the study room, he began to study ink. A warm look flashed through his eyes, and Bai Shixue's words echoed in his mind. People grind ink, and ink grinds people. This process is to refine the mind. After his thoughts slowed down, the ink slowly melted into the water, and the color was deep and dark.
He took out a piece of purple hair from his space bag and wetted the tip of the pen.
I gently wrote three big characters on the rice paper, Lingdanfang. The wandering dragon and the phoenix are completed in one go, with a hint of roundness integrated into it, and even a touch of Taoism flowing around, making it difficult for people with low cultivation level to take their eyes away, and they can even understand Taoism from paper. Because Ouyang Ming incorporated the artistic conception of enlightening the Taoist intention into it, just one glance at this plaque makes people feel that it is of high style and not extraordinary.
He thought to himself, I worked really hard to become famous.
But this method is the only one that is relatively safe. The ruins are too big. With my high-level spiritual cultivation, I dare not mess around with it.
Now, the first thing he has to figure out is how many big forces there are in the Great Ruins now.
Do you have any information about Sword Peak, Blood Palace, Dragon King Temple, and Xu Aoran
That day, when the sword energy on Hui Jian Peak turned into golden sword marks and was imprinted on the back of his hand, he had a vague understanding in his heart. Xu Aoran and the old man carrying the sword box were by no means simple people. Ding is inextricably linked to the formation of the Great Ruins.
This understanding is so mysterious that it is difficult to describe it in words.
Then he returned to the secret room. After deducing the ingredients of the elixir bought by Ling Yue, Ouyang Ming spent a month in seclusion to refine the elixir. The elixir workshop opened. There were no grand events or ups and downs, but instead it was ordinary and silent. interest.
The shopkeeper on the left side of the elixir shop is an old man with a white beard. He is a native of Daxu and a high-level spiritual practitioner. He is also a blacksmith. However, Ouyang Ming really does not dare to compliment him on his forging methods. He is known as Master Duan, but no one knows his real name.
The shopkeeper on the right is an extremely charming beauty, like a ripe rose, it seems that with just a slight touch, the lingering fragrance can linger on her hands.
Every frown and every smile is full of charm, which makes people feel relaxed and softened.
She also has a little lolita who is in her mid-twenties, how can I describe it? She has bright eyes, white teeth, amazing aura, and the kind of eyes that can talk.
And there lived an old man on the outside. He was taciturn, but his wood carving skills were very good and lifelike. His name was He Jian. For some reason, he didn't touch the sword.
When the elixir shop is opened, it is natural to entertain the surrounding neighbors.
Jiang Yingrong was the first to arrive, wearing red clothes, like a rose that had reached its peak of brilliance. She has an extremely hot figure and a waist as thin as a weak willow. There was a little girl following beside her. At the age of twelve or thirteen, she already had a slender figure. Her face was 70% similar to Jiang Yingrong, but she was 70% less charming and 30% more innocent. It is not difficult to imagine that in a few years, this girl will definitely become a slim girl.
The mature woman took a breath of the fragrance and said with a smile: "Brother Yu, there is nothing I can give away. This is something I made at home. It can also refresh your mind. Don't dislike it." After saying that, he handed it over. A sachet came over, which was full of precious medicinal materials, and the little girl also placed the flower basket in her hand on the ground.
"What did Sister Jiang say? Please come in quickly, please come in quickly." He raised his hand and led Jiang Yingrong into the hall.
He Jian stepped on Jiang Yingrong's heels, his brows seemed to be shrouded in a black mist, and without saying a word, he handed over a wooden sculpture.
This is a seven-inch long wood-carved small sword, with a faint sense of sharpness.
Stepping up and down, he walked into the hall on his own.
Master Duan came last, with a smile on his face, and with a twist of the wrist, he handed over a staff, which was only half-silver level.
Master Duan had a look of pain on his face and sighed: "Brother Yu, I know that you are a spell caster. This is my most proud staff, so I will give it to you as a gift for your opening! In the future, we can help each other when we are together, and we are distant relatives." It’s better to be a close neighbor.” After saying this, he laughed.
Ouyang Ming's expression remained unchanged, and he was about to put the staff into the space bag.
Master Duan blinked his eyes, his eyebrows trembled, and said with a smile: "Brother Yu, don't be too busy putting it away. Let's see if the attributes are what you want." When he spoke, the arrogance that flashed between his eyebrows could not be faded. Come down, after all, this piece of equipment is one of his most proud works.
Hearing this, Ouyang Ming almost choked on his own saliva and said repeatedly: "Satisfied, satisfied."
Master Duan let out a sigh of relief and slowly walked towards the hall.
Ouyang Ming tilted his face, with a wry smile in his eyes, and sighed to himself, Master Duan, you are really confident. If he knew about my forging methods, I wonder what he would think? You should be feeling sad and angry! There is still some expectation in my heart.
The hall is actually not big, and it is already a bit crowded with six people.
There are not many dishes on the table, only seven or eight, but they are all delicious and delicious. After all, when he was in the lower world, Ouyang Ming often cooked for the old craftsman. Later, after he had the Fire of Tianfeng, he didn't cook much. But The craftsmanship has not fallen behind either. A pot of turbid wine is not spicy enough, but it can also warm the stomach.
Jiang Yingrong rolled her eyes, changed the topic first, and said with a chuckle: "I didn't expect Brother Yu to not only be able to make elixirs, but also be good at the craftsmanship on the table."
"Sister Jiang is laughing. A child from a poor family has long been a master. It's okay if he doesn't know how to do it." Ouyang Ming said with a smile. The Qi in his body now is 99% similar to that of the natives in the Great Ruins. Even if you look closely, Xiu Because he was not on a higher level than Ouyang Ming, he couldn't see it at all. Moreover, this trace would become weaker and weaker as time goes by.
Master Duan took over the words: "What are you talking about? Today is a happy day."
He had white hair, waved his wrist, and continued: "Since we can settle down here in Changshou Lane, we will be a family from now on. If you encounter any difficulties, just tell us. Let's find a solution together. The market is too big and everything will be difficult." You may encounter it. There is a statue guarding it outside the city. If not..." He trailed off and did not say anything. He sighed and took a long sip of wine.
Listening to these words, Ouyang Ming couldn't help but recall the things he encountered along the way.
The blood-stained corpse, the coffin dripping with blood, the big cat looking up to the sky and howling... and the ten green dragon statues outside the city.
He took a gentle breath and asked, "What would happen if there were no statues guarding us?"
Even Xiaoman took a few mouthfuls of rice, listened with his ears raised, and was extremely curious in his heart.