Everyone's ears and eyes are very good, and we can talk normally even if we are hundreds of meters apart.
Hu Qing rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "It shouldn't be. Those herbs are not poisonous. Even if there is a chemical reaction, it shouldn't be done. Otherwise - it won't be compatible with what you ate before or you may have smoked something.
What tea?”
In the drama "Palace Fighting", several unrelated things can kill someone if they collide.
She understands.
Tang Er closed his eyes tiredly, and sincerely suggested to her: "There are more than a dozen portions on the table over there that I prepared. You go back and practice slowly by yourself, and try it yourself. After you get the results, let me know. Now, I want to
Recuperate in seclusion, you--take care of yourself."
Even those who have done well for themselves have come out.
Hu Qing felt very uncomfortable: "Gan Zhong, you are the only one who believes that I can make elixirs. Are you going to give up on me?"
Tang Er wanted to laugh, but his stomach hurt and he couldn't do it: "I'll save myself first. When I get better, I'll talk about your problem."
People entered the barrier again, and the barrier blocked their sight, so Hu Qing could not see anything.
After clearing the things on the table, she walked back dejectedly. As she walked, she remembered: No, she was here to find out the differences in the use of spiritual fire. Why was she inexplicably hit by alchemy? She is a weapon refiner.
ah!
Hold your head high and hold your chest high, who can be better than my sister in refining weapons?
After returning home, he asked about his homework: "How was your practice?"
Hu Nuan first said: "Mom, I refined a large iron box of ore, look."
Hu Qing looked at it, without looking through it or using his spiritual consciousness to explore it. He just glanced at the upper level and frowned tightly.
Hu Nuan and the friends who came over to watch couldn't help but become nervous.
After a long while, Hu Qing said: "What the hell."
These words hurt his self-esteem too much, and Hu Nuan was not happy: "I practice very well. My master said it is good."
As soon as the second half of the sentence came out, Qiao Yu, who had just come over, wanted to turn around and leave. It was too late, and Hu Qing's eyes were focused on him. He was very dissatisfied and very... picky.
Should she want to terminate the master-disciple relationship between him and Hu Nuan? Qiao Yu couldn't help but think.
Hu Qing asked Jin Xin and others to bring over everything they refined.
Everyone was worried and had a bad premonition.
Sure enough, after arranging them one by one, Hu Qing read from the first to the last one, without reading it a second time, and said: "There is no need to rank one, two, and three. Your weapon refining level is very similar, quite consistent - rotten."
.”
Even one more word to comment on her feels like a waste of time.
The juniors stood in a row and bowed their heads in unison. No one was dissatisfied. They all knew Hu Qing's accomplishments in the art of weapons.
Hu Huahua said: "Mom, I think I have refined it to the extreme."
Hu Zhuzhu said: "Yes, I also used lightning to pass it through, and it is absolutely clean."
Hu Qing gave them a big eye roll and picked up a large piece of ore from Hu Zhuzhu's share: "You are smart and use thunder power to test it again. Let me ask you, what will happen if this material is contaminated by thunder power?
"
"Test me. Of course I know. At worst, you can just make a weapon with thunder attributes." Hu Zhuzhu said as if I had predicted your question, "There are so many materials, you can use what I extracted to make a thunder fork.
It’s not like you can’t do it anyway.”
Bah, you little brat, you have such a big face! Why do you still need to beg me for your father to do something? You are already in command of me. Pluck all your hair out!
Hu Qing kicked her up, but there was no force. Hu Zhuzhu didn't expect that she suddenly turned her back. After a second, she was kicked to the ground.
Everyone was shocked and tensed up their skin.
Hu Zhuzhu got up and was dissatisfied: "What did I say wrong?"
Hu Qing: "Wow, you understand so well. Isn't it a lightning-attributed fairy weapon? OK, OK, you come, you come, you come, you come and be the weapon spirit, I promise to refine you into a top-grade fairy weapon."
Hu Zhuzhu was stunned: "You want to kill me? Well, I know you and that monk are not good people."
Hu Qing stretched out his hand to hold his crooked chin, and lifted it up. Hu Zhuzhu did a somersault with the force and froze on the spot.
Why do I feel like a monkey?
Hu La, Hu Caicai flew in front of her face and said coquettishly: "Mom, look at me, do I look good?"
Hu Qing grabbed Hu Caicai's suddenly flapped wings and scolded Hu Zhuzhu: "You idiot. That little bit of thunder power you put in will be washed away by the next rain, and you want to refine a thunder weapon? That kind of thunder power will only hinder the finished weapon and destroy the materials."
It’s useless, just rat droppings in a pot of soup.”
Oh, how many lightning strikes will turn it into a material with lightning properties? Then the wood struck by lightning should be everywhere in the mountains.
Hu Zhuzhu thought for a while before she finally figured it out. She muttered, "Then you can't hit me either."
Hu Qing had already gone to reprimand the others: "Remember, the raw materials are what they are, don't add this or that. How many seniors are not smarter than you? Huh? If you give the carvings back, if you eat the cypress boat, you will have to eat stones, right?"
It was rare for Shi Baizhou to blush, but it didn't cause him to eat. He just had itchy hands and showed them to Lin Shu.
"It depends on what you are practicing. At this level, in the fairy world, even Kouguo people will not fight you."
Hu Qing simply dragged Hu Zhuzhu's box of scraps to the fire: "Let me take a look at it. Follow my lead."
Everyone was excited, mom/aunt was going to teach us her unique skills!
Hu Zhuzhu followed suit with his eyes wandering.
Hu Qing used Hu Heng's refining furnace, filled it with half the furnace capacity, and turned it to the maximum heat.
Di Yuan smiled slightly: after so many years, her path has not changed at all.
A few of them stood at the back, preparing to watch the light refining weapon carefully, hoping to see what Yun Zhong was talking about.
The material initially refined by Hu Zhuzhu was indeed very clean, considering his ability. The fierce fire melted the material, and no impurities were precipitated.
Hu Zhuzhu rubbed the tip of his nose with the back of his hand, humming.
But immediately Hu Qing kneaded it with his spiritual power and consciousness at the same time, and gradually tiny bits of impurities were discharged.
Hu Zhuzhu pursed his lips.
After removing the spiritual power and consciousness, take it out, beat it, beat it, beat it.
Keep beating.
It makes young people confused. Is this going to be a success?
of course not.
After beating, the materials will be square and square, and then put into the ground fire before burning.
"Impurities!"
"Why are there still impurities?"
Burn out a small amount of impurities.
Then take it out and beat it, keep beating it, and then burn it.
"Ah - there's more?"
"How can it be?"
After beating it and burning it again, after the spiritual power and consciousness have passed through it again, put it into the water, and the white steam will rise.
Hu Qing raised his chin and asked them: "Do you think there are any impurities left?"
Everyone didn't dare to speak. It should be gone, but they didn't dare to speak.
Hu Qing sneered: "This is not a superior purification method. Do you want to see a superior one?"
Nodding madly. Please tell us the shortcut!
shortcut?
Hu Qing had contempt in his eyes and smiled cruelly. Everyone trembled inexplicably. Then they watched helplessly as Hu Qing took the original ore, burned it directly on the ground fire, burned it red, put it on the blacksmithing table, and hit it with a big hammer.
Swing it up and sparks fly.
This time, she only used the primitive method of burning-beating-burning-beating, and with brute force, she beat a two hundred kilogram piece of raw ore down to less than fifty kilograms.
Everyone stood until their legs were numb, mechanically counting the number of times the sledgehammer fell: one hundred and eight thousand and one, one hundred and eight thousand and two... Oh my God, is this something that humans can do? Why?
