Alchemy is a craft, but every skill has its own level. Just like a famous chef can make the same dish so that the diners want to lick the plate, but some weird dishes can make the diners vomit and pass out... The level of craftsmanship is of great significance to all alchemy.
The finished elixir will naturally have an impact. For example, sleeping pills, some people can make even the giant beasts in the sea fall asleep, but some people can make even mortals become more energetic the more they take them.
Wu Jie's alchemy skills are quite brilliant, and he is as famous as his junior disciple Dragon Slaying Master An Ziqing. One is good at fire refining and the other is good at water refining. Each has its own merits. They are both famous alchemy masters in the world of Kyushu. Now with his master Yin Shen's
Cultivation level, refining the quenching elixir liquid of a mere golden elixir realm, is naturally at your fingertips.
This freshly-baked elixir liquid is so pure that no trace of impurities can be seen. As it gently sways in the air, there is a faint flow of water and fire light. When your spiritual mind comes into contact with it, you can feel the yin and yang qi magically blending into one.
But there is no hint of fusion and offset at all, so the quality is obviously extraordinary.
Wu Jie calmly took out several jade bottles and stored four portions of the spiritual liquid respectively. Then he nodded and smiled.
After some refining, you are done.
He collected his magic power, extinguished the fire, turned around and greeted all the immortals, and thanked them for protecting his Dharma.
Of course you don't feel that you have any merit to speak of - looking at Master Wu's preparations, you know that it doesn't really matter whether there is someone to protect the Dharma. The reason why he said this is just to give everyone face.
Everyone naturally declined one after another. Master Yin Shen was naturally not a mortal who would waste time on small talk. As soon as the topic changed, he talked about the art of alchemy.
"The so-called method of refining by fire——" Wu Jie smiled slightly and was about to talk about it in detail, but suddenly his heart moved and his expression changed.
At this moment, he clearly felt that the jade talisman he gave to Wu Rimin was suddenly used.
This matter is no small matter. The jade talisman was carefully crafted by him. It was used to conceal his own aura. But once it is actually activated and used, it is equivalent to the action of Yin Shen Zhenren - and it is very powerful. The ordinary Yin Shen Zhenren will definitely
Impossible to resist
What kind of trouble did Wu Rimin encounter? He actually needed to use this jade talisman?
"Oops," he shouted, "something happened to my friend."
Seeing his sudden change of expression, all the real people couldn't help but look at each other in confusion. The real person standing at the door was shocked and hurriedly removed the soundproofing spell. He only heard a pinging sound outside the door, the sound of countless pieces of furniture smashing together, and even an explosion.
And the roaring sound was like demolishing a house.
From the sound, it was clear that someone was making trouble downstairs.
"How brave!" The real people who presided over the sea market were furious, and one by one they turned into escaping lights and rushed downstairs. But Wu Jie was faster than them, and with a flash of thunder, his figure was already gone
It disappeared and passed through the entire three floors in an instant.
He glanced at the ground floor and determined that the accident was not on the second floor but on the ground floor. While other real people were still halfway on the way, he had already appeared at the exit of the stairs on the ground floor and looked coldly at the bustling place.
Pinjin Cave
The ground floor of Haishi is an entertainment venue decorated with space magic. Although it does not look big at first glance, it actually contains a lot of things. Whether it is playing the piano, painting or drinking and gambling, there are all kinds of entertainment, and it is very gorgeous and comfortable.
Most of the people enjoying here are the Jindan monks who come to join in the fun with Master Yin Shen, but Masters also often come here to have fun. Wu Jie is certainly no exception. He is sometimes invited by Wu Rimin to view calligraphy, and sometimes invited by Chai Tao to taste it.
The dishes he invented often come to the martial arts arena to cheer for Du Ruo, who is so majestic in the ring.
Wu Jie is familiar with the terrain on the ground floor. But today he is not familiar with it - because several space formations on the ground floor have been broken, and all the things in those formations have overflowed, filling the ground floor with piles.
.Countless household items have been smashed to pieces, and countless people have been injured.
But he couldn't care about this, and hurriedly scanned with his mind, looking for his family members.
Wu Jie's spiritual thoughts were so powerful that he just scanned them and found those familiar figures next to the martial arts arena.
With a flash of lightning, he had appeared next to the martial arts arena - or the ruins of the martial arts arena - and came to Du Ruo, who was sitting on the ground with a pale face, and Chai Tao, who was vomiting blood and holding on to the pillars of the room, barely standing.
Wu Rimin was lying quietly on the ground next to Du Ruo, his face still expressionless, his eyes wide open, there was still anger in his eyes, but he had no breath at all.
His fatal wound was a sword mark on his chest. The sword was so sharp that it was beyond imagination, and it wiped out all his vitality with just one sword strike.
Wu Jie's face was as dark as water, his hair was windless, and he glanced around coldly: "Who did this?"
"That sissy." Chai Tao pointed angrily at the Yin Shen Zhenren not far away who was guarded by several Jindan monks.
Wu Jie turned around and saw a man with a petite figure, a soft and handsome face, who looked like a peerless beauty at first glance. There was a look of fear on his face, and a golden dagger in his hand shone with cold light. Look carefully.
Go, you can see that there is a scar on his cheek that is so small that it is almost invisible.
Wu Jie stamped his feet fiercely, and the powerful magic power was overwhelming, completely covering the space in this area to prevent the enemy from escaping. Then he asked in a low voice: "What is going on?"
"I won another victory on stage just now. This man saw that I was good at swordsmanship and asked me to sell him the sword. I refused, so he asked a few people to come over and steal it." Du Ruo said with a wry smile, "Sister, I
I had no ability, so I was beaten and my knife was robbed.
I left. At this time, A Tao and Lao Wu came over and wanted to take back my sword. A melee broke out between the two sides. During the melee, he suddenly struck out, and the sword was really unpredictable. If Lao Wu hadn't urged me to send out the jade talisman,
, we are probably all dead."
Wu Jie naturally knew that Du Ruo's pair of swords, named Liu Mei and Crescent Moon, were made with countless resources from heaven and earth and countless time and effort. Not only were they extremely sharp, but they also had a trace of Du Ruo's spiritual thoughts.
Contained in it. As long as they are warmed and maintained for a long time, they will become two magic weapons sooner or later - in fact, the refining techniques used for these two swords are exactly the same as Wu Jie's flame sword and thunder gun.
Relying on this pair of swords, Du Ruo was very majestic in the ring, defeating opponents stronger than her more than once with the power of the ceremonial weapons. Therefore, both she and her swords are very famous.
But Wu Jie never expected that in this supposedly safe sea market, murders and extortion would actually happen.
"Everyone, you must have heard what my sister said. Don't you want to say something?" He took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart, but there was still uncontrollable anger in his voice.
It's like a volcano about to erupt, which may spout flames at any time and engulf the enemy.
"She hurt my face." The Yinshen, who was as handsome as a woman, spoke, her voice clear and gentle, like an oriole's cry.
Wu Jie didn't answer and pointed at Du Ruo with a gloomy face.
Du Ruo looked very embarrassed now, with multiple injuries on his face and body, and his hair was disheveled. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot when he was beaten and snatched away by a group of people.
"I was merciless at that time." The handsome real person frowned and said displeasedly, "If I had been merciless, she would have died at that time."
Wu Jie's face became more gloomy and he pointed at Du Ruo's face.
There were several scars on Du Ruo's face, the most tragic of which was a sword wound between her eyebrows - if she hadn't been a spirit ghost that could gather and disperse without form, this sword wound would have been fatal. And this wound has not disappeared until now.
You can see how badly it was hurt.
"She is a ghost or something, what does it matter how many times she gets hit by swords?"
"My knife is not poisonous. The scar on your face can be healed with just a turn of magic," Du Ruo roared angrily.
"Do you know how important my face is?" The handsome real man was also furious, "If you dare to hurt my face, I'll kill you."
Wu Jie's expression could no longer be described as gloomy. It was no different from the sky before the storm.
At this moment, Lu Yuzhai's voice suddenly came: "If you misunderstand me, please don't take action. If you have something to say, please speak up."
Following the voice, more than a dozen Yin Shen Daoists arrived one after another. Chang Si secretly came to Wu Jie's side and sent a message: "This is Fairy Huang Ying, the deacon of the Immortals Association. She is the mistress of Master Lang."
Wu Jie was stunned and turned to look at him in surprise.
"Mistress? Fairy?" He couldn't help but ask, "But he is a man."
"...Ever since the incident with Lone Dragon Shadow, Master Lang has fallen in love with this tune."
Wu Jie was about to say something else, when suddenly the surrounding space shook, and a strong pressure came out of thin air, completely locking a large area of space nearby.
Along with this pressure, the air became heavy and gloomy, almost suffocating.
"I'm still wondering why Xiao Ying'er has been here for so long. It turns out that she's in trouble here." Accompanied by a rough voice, a tall man with disheveled hair and a black face slowly walked over.
He didn't walk fast, but everyone quickly got out of the way, and no one dared to block his way.
"What are you dragging your feet about here? Believe it or not, I will deal with it according to my family's laws." The tall man glanced over, and when he saw Wu Jie, Du Ruo and others, a cruel murderous intention suddenly arose.
But he did not attack immediately. Instead, he turned around and scolded "Fairy" Huang Ying: "Why did it take so long for such a small matter?"
"I am so incompetent that I alarmed the master. I deserve death." Even though Huang Ying said this, there was only aggrievedness on her face, not the slightest hint of fear.
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Let's go." That man was naturally Lang Ziqing, the vice-president of the Immortals Association and one of the six great sages of Penglai Sea Area. He didn't even look at the other people around him. He was tilted.
He tilted his head and signaled Huang Ying to follow him, then turned around and prepared to leave.
With a flash of lightning, Wu Jie stood in front of him.
"What do you mean?" Lang Ziqing's face suddenly darkened, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "Does the Jianjia faction want to rebel?"
"Absolutely." As soon as Wu Jie opened his mouth, all the real people changed their expressions in shock, "One life should be repaid with another life, it is only reasonable and reasonable."
"This person dared to attack the deacons of the Immortals Association. He is committing a heinous crime," Huang Ying screamed. "It didn't harm his family. He was just showing mercy outside the law. What else do you want?"
Wu Jie ignored it and looked at Lang Ziqing coldly.
"It seems that the Jianjia sect is really planning to destroy the family." Lang Ziqing snorted coldly, showing a bloodthirsty smile, "Pass my order to mobilize manpower tomorrow, and go to Lian Cuiyun Island to sink it together."
"Why wait for tomorrow?" Wu Jie said calmly, but there was a murderous intention in his body that could not be concealed. "It is better to choose a day than to hit the sun, and to hit the sun is not as good as today. I think today is a good day - so I will trouble you to die.
Come here"
Before he could finish his words, thunder and light exploded.
