Chapter 1569 Are you a third-rank holy alchemist fake?
Chapter 1569 Are you a fake third-grade holy alchemist?
Seeing this scene, Qin Chen was fine.
On the side, Aunt Baixiang's pretty face turned red.
"You hold her feet down, and I'll give her acupuncture to stop her from vomiting blood first!"
"Um!"
Aunt Baixiang closed her eyes slightly at this moment and held Yuan Qinghan's feet.
Qin Chen was standing beside the bed at this moment.
The silver needles spread out.
Qin Chen made a move with his palm, and a series of silver needles floated out of thin air.
The silver needle passed through Qin Chen's palm, containing soul power and emitting a green light.
The next moment, Qin Chen started acupuncture...
Acupuncture is very effective for ordinary people who have not practiced martial arts, and it is also extremely popular among medical practitioners.
Among warriors, alchemists rarely get involved.
After all, based on what I heard and heard, alchemists mostly focus on elixirs.
The physique of a warrior is extremely different from the physique of a non-martialist.
However, at this moment, Qin Chen was applying acupuncture on Yuan Qinghan's body, which gave Aunt Baixiang a feeling.
It's as if Yuan Qinghan is not a person, but a plate of delicious food.
It's just that this dish is now internally corrupted.
But Qin Chen, by counting the needles, did not change the appearance, but the inner quality of the dish changed.
Turn decay into magic!
Aunt Baixiang suddenly thought of this word.
However, she didn't understand elixirs and couldn't figure it out on her own.
Qin Chen didn't care about this at this moment.
Silver needles landed on Yuan Qinghan's body one after another.
At this moment, Yuan Qinghan's blood gradually stopped, his face was not so pale, and his trembling body stopped trembling at this moment.
Qin Chen exhaled, sweat dripping down his face.
"You look at her, and I'll look at the other side."
Qin Chen finished speaking and walked out of the curtain.
Master Tao Zeming watched Yuan Qinghan's clothes being taken out by Aunt Baixiang, and watched Qin Chen go in and out of the curtain, and his heart became colder and colder.
If this was known to Yuan Qinghan, Yuan Qinghan's father, Yuan Maofeng, the head of the Yuan family, he would have known about it.
It's not enough for Qin Chen to die a hundred and eighty times!
But now, he has nothing to say.
Qin Chen came to the pill stove and saw the medicinal materials neatly placed.
Just seeing those medicinal materials, Qin Chen raised his eyebrows.
"Are you a third-grade holy alchemist?"
Qin Chen looked at Master Tao Zeming and blurted out.
Tao Zeming was even more stunned at this moment.
What do you mean by this?
I am not a third-grade holy alchemist, how many grades can I be? Do you suspect that I am a fourth-grade saint?
Tao Zeming thought about it in his mind and suddenly understood.
Qin Chen must have seen him organizing these medicinal materials in an orderly manner and mistakenly thought he was a middle-grade holy alchemist.
"Haha, I am indeed a third-grade holy alchemist..."
Tao Zeming smiled quite proudly in his heart.
"Are you a fake third-grade holy alchemist?"
Qin Chen said directly at this moment.
He doesn't want to either.
But I have to say this.
Too fake!
What kind of medicinal materials are these?
At this moment, Tao Zeming was even more confused.
What the hell?
Qin Chen thought to himself: "This is the third-level soul-refining grass. This soul-refining grass, rhizomes, fibrous leaves, and bud tips are all very precious."
"These three places are also the core of the Soul Refining Grass. Look, the rhizome is gone, the stubs and leaves are gone, and only the bud tips are left. It's such a waste."
"And this, the Baihe Sacred Fruit, the Thinking Crane, the shape of the crane's beak is the most unnecessary, but you kept it..."
"And the bark of this silver tree..."
Qin Chen mentioned a lot of problems in a series, which made Tao Zeming stunned.
Some of them he knew.
But there were some that he had never heard of.
These medicinal materials are all of third-level quality and are extremely suitable for refining third-level holy elixirs.
Of course he knows the price is precious.
However, he also knows something about these medicinal materials, okay?
Tao Zeming's expression was not very good at this moment, and he said gloomily: "This Mr. Qin, I also studied under Xuanyuan Holy Land. I am not talented enough to become a third-grade holy alchemist, but I still have a good understanding of these medicinal materials..."
"Xuanyuan Holy Land?"
Qin Chen really knew.
The entire southern Qingzhou region is divided into seven lands, and the Land of Ten Thousand Demons is one of the seven lands.
As for the eastern region of Qingzhou, there is a huge force called Xuanyuan Holy Land. It has abundant capital and powerful foundation, which is far from comparable to the seven major lands.
It seems that tens of thousands of years have passed and it has not yet fallen.
In Xuanyuan Holy Land, there are many strong men who are stronger than the saints.
"Then you are not only lacking in talent, you are also lacking in character!"
At this moment, Qin Chen was sorting out the medicinal materials one by one with such skill that Tao Zeming looked at them with his eyes moving slightly.
What Qin Chen said was unpleasant.
But when I started using it, I felt like I had some real skills.
"Forget it, I'll do it myself."
Qin Chen said at this moment.
After all, it is better to count on yourself than to count on others.
This third-grade holy alchemist still made him feel a little underwhelmed.
At this moment, Qin Chen was holding the medicinal herbs and holy fruits in his palms and sorting them carefully.
Not long after, preparations were completed.
Qin Chen did not care about Tao Zeming's presence, and directly began to condense the elixir fire, activate the elixir furnace, and begin to prepare the elixir.
Each medicinal plant, one sacred fruit, one spiritual flower after another...
After Qin Chen threw them into the alchemy furnace one after another, Qin Chen started refining the elixir with all his heart.
On the side, Tao Zeming carefully observed Qin Chen's every step.
It was no different from ordinary holy alchemists, but when he thought about it carefully, it was very different. For a moment, he couldn't figure it out.
"The elixir I have refined is a blood-fixing elixir. It is specially designed to fix the qi and blood of your eldest lady, so that the poison of the blood-eating scorpion can be continuously and stably controlled."
"Then, use acupuncture to completely eliminate it!!"
Qin Chen said something neither salty nor cool.
Tao Zeming, however, hesitated to speak.
He was afraid that if he spoke, he would disturb Qin Chen's alchemy. If it failed, it would not be a good thing to blame him.
"Say whatever you want!"
When Tao Zeming heard this, he couldn't hold it back anymore.
"As far as I know, the blood-eating scorpion poison in the eldest lady's body is so violent that a third-grade holy pill may not be able to suppress it."
When Qin Chen heard this, he felt quite tired, and said slowly: "That is the third-grade holy elixir you refined. The third-grade holy elixir I refined is not comparable to yours."
Qin Chen's words sounded quite arrogant.
But for a moment, Tao Zeming couldn't think of any words to refute.
After all, they are the ones refining the elixir.
Qin Chen didn't want to show off how great he was.
However, the problems revealed by Tao Zeming's cleaning of the medicinal materials shocked him.
If this third-grade holy alchemist were to be evaluated by him, he would barely pass the test.
It's just that Qin Chen doesn't have the personality to be a teacher, so he doesn't want to say more.
Saved the person and finished!
In fact, the main reason why he took action was to find Yang Qingyun.
Since the Yuan family is so powerful, they should take this opportunity and use the power of the Yuan family to help him find the woman who took Yang Qingyun away. And when the time comes, finding Yang Qingyun will be a matter of following the clues.
At this moment, the room fell into a brief silence.
Except for the intermittent painful moans from Yuan Qinghan occasionally coming from inside the curtain, there was nothing unique about it until... night fell.