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Chapter 2007

Chapter 2007

Immediately afterwards, piles of iron wood, which were moved by so many miners with a clanging sound, were neatly stacked next to the copper furnace.

Qiu Jiansheng held his palms and smiled: "What a wonderful move of the five ghosts."

Huang Fuzi agreed with deep understanding: "It's amazing."

Mo Buchou had a sullen face and remained silent.

As soon as the Five Ghosts were carried out, he thought of the tobacco leaves that he had emptied.

Chen Wan walked back with a disappointed look on her face, found a corner, squatted down, and said nothing.

Chen Yang gave her a funny look, shook his head, and focused his attention on the alchemy furnace again.

"Everyone, what I want to practice is the simplest Bigu Pill."

"Just keep quiet, don't be too nervous."

At the same time as Chen Yang spoke, he directed the five ghosts to open the furnace, and used the five ghosts' method of transporting it without anyone noticing, to put the two vortexes of valley energy into it.

Refining alchemy through the Qi Dan technique does not require an alchemy furnace, but it requires sufficient proficiency. Chen Yang did not have this method yet, so he just pretended to be a god and a ghost. The more similar he was, the better, so he simply used this alchemy furnace.

When the grain gas entered the furnace, Chen Yang moved his palms, and the five ghosts flickered. Several flatulent grasses disappeared from the medicine field in the yard and appeared in Chen Yang's palms.

Flatulence, a common medicinal herb, was cultivated by Chen Wang in the medicine field, which saved Chen Yang a lot of effort.

"Huh~"

Chen Yang took a breath and vomited on the flatulence grass.

Visibly to the naked eye, their green color gradually fades, gradually dries, turns yellow, and the work of baking in the sun is completed directly with this breath that arouses the fire in the mind of the Wufu boy.

Chen Yang held it in his palm and spread it out. The dried flatulence grass was crushed into powder.

He waved his hand and put the powder into the furnace.

Only then did Chen Yang speak: "Wan'er, go to the kitchen and get some glutinous rice. If it's cooked, shape it into longan-sized balls."

After saying that, Chen Yang ignored Chen Wan, whose eyes suddenly lit up, and sat cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace.

Everyone around looked at this scene, especially when they saw Chen Wan running out quickly with small steps, Mo Buchou and others all shook their heads.

In their opinion, Chen Yang's alchemy was too rough.

"In the past, when Chen Wang was making alchemy, the effect was not very good, but the posture was really awe-inspiring."

"Well organized and well prepared. I don't know how many times I simulated it in my mind before actually doing it."

"How is it like Chen Yang, who only asked the maid to deal with it when it came to the end?"

They were increasingly giving up hope on what could be produced from this furnace.

Mo Buchou crossed his arms and sneered. He was already thinking about how to laugh at Chen Yang without leaving a trace when he failed.

"Mockery is ridicule, and it's still necessary to leave no trace. Isn't it impossible to defeat it?"

Mo Buchou already has a clear understanding of the strength gap between the two sides.

Chen Yang didn't care at all about the disapproval of the people around him, and he didn't have the energy to care.

After all, it was the first time in his life that he was refining an elixir, and Chen Yang's mind was completely focused on the elixir itself.

He rubbed his hands, and with the help of the Wufu boy, the iron wood flew up into the air and was lit at one end.

Chen Yang waved his hand again, and the iron wood flew into the bottom of the copper elixir furnace. The flames piled up and roared. In addition to making a crackling sound, they began to lick and bite the bottom of the copper elixir furnace.

This alchemy furnace is really rudimentary and primitive. It can only be burned like a pot.

Seeing this scene, Mo Buchou and others shook their heads again, further lowering their expectations.

"It's really too low to be low."

Their only expectation is that when the furnace is blown up, the movement should not be too fast or too sudden, so that they have time to react and run out in time.

Other than that, there is nothing more to ask for.


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