Chen Xia arranged his iron pot, put the spatula in the iron pot, and stir-fried it quickly to test the quality of the spatula.

What he pays attention to in alchemy is randomness and doing nothing.

Zhang Daoming was not far away, and when he saw Chen Xia coming, his expression was a little happy, but soon he caught a glimpse of the iron pot, and his expression started to change.

He felt that something was wrong with Chen Xia first.

How can anyone make alchemy without an alchemy stove or a boiler?

Are you making lunch for him?

Zhang Daoming can only think this way. It’s impossible to really use an iron pot to refine elixirs. Isn’t this nonsense?

Even if you call the alchemy master, you can't use an iron pot to make elixirs. The elixir energy and medicinal properties will probably dissipate as soon as you put it in the pot.

If it is not a serious alchemy furnace, it cannot condense these things.

Can an iron pot be a serious alchemy furnace?

Zhang Daoming really couldn't figure it out, so when he looked at Chen Xia, he felt that he was a little unserious.

Chen Xia rolled up the sleeves of her green shirt and waved hello to Zhang Daoming, looking a little lazy.

"Brother Zhang, I'm here to learn alchemy from you."

The Pihu of the Wu tribe hid his hands in his robe, frowning slightly. He looked at Chen Xia and looked at the iron pot next to him. His frown deepened.

"Who is this person and why do I call you Brother Zhang?"

Zhang Daoming was really embarrassed to answer, so he just said vaguely, "It's a new friend I met. He seems to be interested in alchemy, so I asked him to come and observe."

"I came here to watch with an iron pot. Oh, I'm really interested. If it were my witch clan, being kicked out by the teacher and punished by kneeling would be considered a light thing."

Pihu spoke coldly.

The Black Flame of the Divine Fire Clan looked at Chen Xia carefully with his red pupils, raised his eyebrows formed by two beams of flames, and said in slight surprise.

"Isn't this Chen Xia, who has become famous recently? It is said that he is a disciple of the elder protecting the sect, and is the strongest preparatory disciple of this generation, the Miaozi of the Great Emperor, with outstanding talent."

After saying this, Hei Yan turned to Pihu again and said with a smile: "You still want others to go out and kneel. If they don't beat you to the point of kneeling, it will be a good thing."

Pihu's face turned red, the veins on his forehead popped out, and he argued.

"It doesn't matter if he has outstanding talent in cultivation. Refining alchemy is not like practicing cultivation. It is much more complicated."

"And so what if he is the strongest among the preparatory disciples? He is not even considered a formal disciple, so how can he dare to challenge my strength on the second level of the Overturned Sea Realm?!"

Zhang Daoming looked at Chen Xia with sparkling eyes. He didn't expect that the human race had declined for a great era, but now a great emperor could be born, and he was the strongest among the preparatory disciples.

Although I don't want to admit it, this is much better than alchemy. After all, it is a real talent.

Black Flame lifted up the flame's long beard, shook his head and smiled.

"You guys usually work behind closed doors and don't care about worldly affairs. But now you are fine. You don't even recognize a new character. You still want to use the second floor of the Overlord Realm to overwhelm others."

"Do you know why Chen Xia can sit firmly and be the strongest disciple?"

"Because he swallowed three million flying swords in the sword forest and crushed and killed the swordsman on the third level of the Overturned Sea Realm. Your strength on the second level of the Overturned Sea Realm is only enough to be crushed and killed by him!"

Pihu clenched his fists, his expression extremely unwilling, but he couldn't find the words to refute, so he opened his eyes wide and argued forcefully.

"Things in cultivation are different when it comes to alchemy. No matter how talented he is, he is still a newbie in alchemy. He should respect us and salute us, as he has met his predecessors!"

Zhang Daoming didn't reply, and looked at Chen Xia with brighter eyes. He had discovered a treasure.

Tong He from the Six-Armed Golden Body Clan has been silent, but his eyes are constantly looking at Chen Xia.

This is an existence worthy of his great attention.

Hei Yan crossed his arms, curled his lips, and smiled disdainfully at Pi Hu.

"What's the use of talking to me? If you dare, just tell Chen Xia to his face. See if the three million sword intent in his body can make you a senior."

Pi Hu gritted his teeth and said, "This is naturally the case with alchemists. This is about the superiority of elders and juniors. It exists whether I say it or not."

Hei Yan rolled his eyes, a little speechless, and commented.

"I cremated you and found that your mouth is still hard."

Chen Xia saw the four people chatting lively and didn't intentionally listen, so she didn't know what they were talking about, so she waved her hand and said hello.

"Brother Zhang, can I get a closer look?"

Zhang Daoming nodded quickly and said warmly: "Of course, come here quickly and I will make room for you."

Of course, Chen Xia couldn't take Zhang Daoming's position, so he stood dozens of meters away from the four people and set up the iron pot again.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Daoming pointed at the iron pot and asked.

"Refining elixirs." Chen Xia said concisely and to the point.

The four elixir masters looked stunned. Even if they were prepared, they could not resist Chen Xiazhen's words.

Making elixirs in an iron pot?

Is Chen Xia too ahead of his time, or are they unable to keep up with the times?

Even for practitioners, this kind of art is too advanced.

Zhang Daoming grinned and showed a polite smile, "Yes, it is a good thing for young people to be brave in innovation, not bad."

Hei Yan gave a thumbs up, "This is unheard of, only a genius would do this."

Even Tong He from the Six-Armed Golden Body Tribe, who had been silent all this time, praised him.

"The thoughts are clear and the road to salvation is open."

The remaining Pihu was a little at a loss. Looking at the three of them, he always felt that something was wrong.

The three of them also looked at him at the same time. Zhang Daoming was still winking, and his meaning was obvious.

Can you hug me if I have thighs?

Pihu coughed twice, his face turned a little red, and he opened his mouth, but no words came out. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Indeed."

Chen Xia clasped his hands and said modestly to the four of them.

"It's just talent."

The four of them looked at each other in confusion, really not knowing how to reply. The situation was a little awkward. Fortunately, when the time came, they began to refine the elixir.

Apply the medicine first, and place the cleaned medicinal materials in order. It is necessary to maintain the temperature and environment with spiritual power, so as to maintain the most perfect medicinal effect.

Chen Xia clasped his hands behind his back and moved closer to the four of them, like an old man watching others play chess. He also picked up some leftovers from the elixir on the ground and put them in his pocket.

Zhang Daoming laughed heartily, stretched out one palm, and orange flames appeared on it. This was his natal elixir fire, which was of great benefit in refining elixirs.

"My little friend, look at it. Although you are a proud man on the road of cultivation, there are too many differences between alchemy and cultivation, and there are many details. You are just beginning to get a glimpse of the door, and you need someone to guide you."

Zhang Daoming suddenly clenched his palms tightly, and the orange flames surged under the alchemy furnace, burning fiercely, and said in a deep voice.

"I'm not talented. Although my alchemy skills are still shallow, I always know a few things. I'm barely qualified to be your alchemy guide!"

Chen Xia didn't reply.
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