An Qingli put his hand on the alchemy furnace and patted this good treasure that had not been used for a long time.
The alchemy furnace trembled slightly and made a pleasant buzzing sound.
When Aunt Mo saw the Immortal Pill Furnace, she was already convinced that this little girl, An Qingli, was indeed very talented despite her young age.
There are already many immortal plants growing in the Mustard Seed space.
Things that could not be obtained in the lower world are no longer unusual in the upper world.
Occasionally, one or two fairy plants still grow in the fields.
An Qingli has not yet gone to collect the elixir recipes from the upper realm, but only selected from the known elixir recipes from the lower realm, preparing to refine a possible elixir.
The reason why this is possible is because the fingering technique in the lower realm uses spiritual power, while in the upper realm, it uses immortal power.
I don’t know if the immortal elixir formula from the lower realm is still useful in the upper realm.
Originally, refining a first-grade elixir in the upper realm was a relatively simple and easy task, but An Qingli took the stance of refining a ninth-grade elixir in the lower realm, performing the finger gestures extremely carefully and complicatedly.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
One after another, complex finger tactics were struck rapidly on the carved phoenix pill furnace.
An Qingli looked solemn, and his ten fingers kept dancing, like a butterfly piercing a flower.
Aunt Mo's eyes twitched as she watched from the side, and she suddenly thought that when she first arrived in the upper realm and refined a first-grade immortal weapon, she was also so thankless, using the most complicated means to do the simplest things.
It's just a first-grade elixir, there's absolutely no need for it.
There is a simpler and easier way to refine this first-grade elixir from the upper world.
This elixir master who was born and raised in the upper realm used immortal plants and immortal energy to make elixirs from the beginning, so his understanding of the alchemy path is actually not much better than those in the lower realm.
Of course this is also a low-level situation.
When the elixir reaches the sixth and seventh levels, it is necessary to understand the laws of heaven and earth, which is reflected in the hand, which is the Taoist rhyme flowing between the changes of the finger formulas.
This requires extremely high levels of understanding in alchemy cultivation.
People like An Qingli, who have sensed some Taoism in the lower realm, are simply the offspring of a divine alchemist!
The seedling of the divine alchemist!
The whole Qian Empire longs for the seedling!
Aunt Mo's heart was pounding.
Thinking about herself, she just learned a new set of blacksmithing techniques after ascending to the top. When she reached the realm of the fifth-level Immortal, she swung the hammer countless times and gradually caught a trace of Tao Yun.
But An Qingli did this in the lower realm.
Aunt Mo's heart beat faster. She never thought that after Mu Sheng, such a genius would come out of Qian Empire.
However, Mu Sheng has the understanding, but not the character, so his character cannot keep up, and he will not be a future alchemist.
This little girl has the potential to be a magical alchemist!
Aunt Mo was terrified. She swore with her great vision and experience that as long as this little girl survived, she would be another magical alchemist in the future!
Be good!
A phoenix actually fell into a crowd of crows.
An Qingli concentrated on refining the elixir, and even set up isolation restrictions around the elixir furnace in order to avoid outside interference.
"Exposed, exposed." Little Pegasus looked at Aunt Mo with a changed expression in the Mustard Seed Space and said, "Master's alchemy talent has amazed Aunt Mo."
"Expose it, just expose it." Xiao Jintan pondered, "People have asked me how I could keep it a secret, let alone learn from them. Besides, having Daluo Jinxian as my backer seems to be pretty good too.
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The other kids listened and agreed.
The black taro is no longer there, but the black taro is still in Yamen Yizhuang, living leisurely and growing vigorously.
A large circle of people gathered outside the blacksmith shop.
Some people heard the "ding-ding-clang-clang" sound in the blacksmith shop, which was as fast as a shower, and made them feel very uncomfortable. So gradually a large number of people gathered to point and point, and wanted to go into the shop to discuss the matter.
But Aunt Mo was famous for not opening her mouth. When she did speak, she would scold people and sometimes hit them with a hammer, so these people hesitated and did not dare to enter.
Back then, someone brought together Aunt Mo and Mu Sheng, the broomstick star, to see whether a person with a long life would defeat a person with a hard life, or a person with a hard life would defeat a person with a long life. Aunt Mo, who was always believed to be strong, drove away half of Kaiyang City with a hammer.
Outside the boundary of the blacksmith shop, people with nothing to do are still gathering.
Some people said that this unusual hammering sound was a duet, and they were afraid that a refiner might have come to challenge Aunt Mo.
It is not surprising that there are discussions among peers.
But just when the sound of hammering was at its most intense and made people want to vomit, there was a loud bang in the blacksmith shop, and then another barrier rose up.
I don't know about the rest.
His ears were finally clear, and someone put two of them in his sleeves and said with a smile: "Last time the barrier was raised, a flower-like little handyman came out. This time the barrier is raised again, I wonder what else will come out?"
Generally speaking, barriers will not rise easily.
Most of the people on this street are doing business, so how can they attract customers if the barrier is raised?
So if the boundaries are together, something is bound to happen.
"Haha, you can take a guess first." Someone pretended to mutter, "Could it be that there will be two beautiful little handymen coming out!"
Everyone present burst into laughter. It was rare to see the excitement and there was no rush to disperse.
The owner of the fairy talisman shop next door hurriedly held inferior fairy talismans and squeezed in the crowd to sell his business.
The sun sets and the sun rises, the sun sets and the sun rises.
The number of spectators changed one after another.
Refining the ninth-grade elixir in the lower realm is time-consuming and labor-intensive, requiring several days or even ten days and a half.
What's more, An Qingli still used the methods of the lower world to refine the elixir of the lower world.
That might be a matter of January or two.
Even An Qingli was surprised.
In fact, she was not sure that she could do things in the upper realm that could only be done in the lower realm, but after practicing for ten days, she still didn't have the Explosive Pill.
Her original intention was just to prove to Aunt Mo that she had some understanding of Tao Yun.
Since she could continue, Aunt Mo did not urge her, so An Qingli continued to practice calmly.
A good alchemist will treat every pill in his hand seriously, and both An Qingli and Mu Sheng do the same.
In fact, what An Qingli wanted to prove had already been seen by Aunt Mo, and she was so shocked that her heart beat wildly for a while.
However, Aunt Mo has calmed down, and An Qingli will be nothing until she reaches the level of a sixth- and seventh-grade elixir master.
So Aunt Mo was holding the rusty old hammer, sometimes glaring angrily, sometimes seriously appreciating An Qingli's rapidly changing finger tips.
When she arrived at Da Luo Jin Fairyland, there wasn't much she could appreciate. Even An Qingli's outstanding face was just ordinary in her eyes.
But An Qingli's constantly changing finger techniques made the Great Luo Jinxian show appreciation again after thousands of years.
Speaking of which, even if you are lingering by the fire, those who make alchemy are more dignified.
Especially the ten fingers of the alchemist, which can be bent and bent at will, into many strange shapes, and are as soft as noodles.