Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 564: Alchemy in Public
Back to the light!

Back to the light!

Countless people are in despair.

What super-ninth-rank alchemy master, what is thriving, once Mu Sheng flew away, all these things turned into bubbles.

Nascent Soul is stuck at the bottleneck in the later stage, no matter how difficult it is to advance.

High-level monks were injured, and there was no Jiupindan to heal them.

Even if a high-level monk cultivates his body and mind, and stops fighting and killing, how can a high-level monk survive a thunder disaster without the Ninth Grade Pill to heal his wounds?

All current and future senior monks are counting on Mu Sheng, but Mu Sheng flew away.

Who else in the world can have the talent of Mu Sheng, can self-teach without a teacher, and advance to the ninth-rank alchemist by himself.

No, none at all!

It's hard to find a person in the world who can be like Mu Sheng.

No matter how hard it is in the world to have a ninth-rank alchemist like Mu Sheng!

A Mu Sheng soared, taking away all hope in Bian Lanjie.

Qiu Xuanjing clutched his chest, with despair in his eyes.

The prosperity of Tianyun Sect is also an illusion. Once the ancestor Qi Wu of the Mahayana realm sits down, everything will return to the original state.

Qiu Xuanjing looked up at the place where Mu Sheng disappeared, and murmured: "Illusions, everything is an illusion..."

An Qingli stepped in the air, stepped towards Qiu Xuanjing's place, patted Qiu Xuanjing's shoulder lightly, and said, "Brother Suzerain, it's not an illusion, there's me."

"You?" With red eyes, Qiu Xuanjing slowly turned his head and looked straight at An Qingli.

"It's me." An Qingli nodded solemnly.

"What can you do?" Qiu Xuanjing said bitterly with a bloody smell all over his body, "Without Mu Sheng's personal guidance, no matter how talented you are, how can you reach the ninth rank?"

"Who said Master didn't point out, the old man has already pointed out in person." An Qingli raised her lips and smiled.

"What do you mean?" Qiu Xuanjing's mind was lifted, and the expressions of the high-ranking monks of Tian Yunzong who were present also changed suddenly.

An Qingli stood up straight, and raised her voice: "I also ask the suzerain to agree, I am willing to practice alchemy in public, to prove the truth that my teacher, Immortal Master Mu Sheng, has not yet said."

"Alchemy in public?"

Everyone present was surprised.

"Yes, alchemy in public."

An Qingli patted the storage bag on her waist with her hands, and took out a flying blanket in the sky, and then took out the phoenix furnace that Mu Sheng gave her.

In order to appease the restless hearts of the entire Tianyun Sect, and also to apologize for the master's willfulness and his own knowledge of not reporting.

It is true that the master is self-willed in making alchemy and ascending without telling everyone, but if he is not self-willed, he will probably not be able to ascend.

Whenever the Zongmen knows the news that he is going to ascend, they will try their best to stop him, not to mention his significance to the Zongmen and Bianlan Realm, but the elixir Thunder Tribulation, Zongmen will definitely not let him in the early stage of transformation just try.

However, his master is so self-willed and persistent, and he will hold on to the unrefined elixir even if he dies. Who can stop his eagerness to move.

The seventh-rank and eighth-rank alchemy masters in Dancheng were allowed to come to watch the ceremony above Tian Yunzong.

Elders of the Spiritual Medicine Peak also stood around the alchemy furnace.

This was the second time An Qingli practiced alchemy in public after leaving Fengyu's secret realm, and he didn't know what shock and surprise it would bring.

An Qingli turned into a blue rainbow and landed on the flying carpet.

The Flying Dharma Carpet floated steadily high in the sky, and on it was level and stable, and there was a bottle of thick carved phoenix pill furnace.

When the Phoenix Pill Furnace came out, it was still a magic treasure, and Master Hao of the Treasure Peak knew it best, but today's Phoenix Pill Furnace is already a middle-grade spirit treasure.

Master Hao Feng was shocked.

The senior monks present were also shocked.

Such a wealthy alchemist, the degree of wealth is really hard to estimate.

But what kind of pill can be refined from such a precious spirit treasure alchemy furnace later, the fifth grade, or the sixth grade?

"Just wait and see, everyone!"

The little tiger was in high spirits, and placed a green fence for his master to protect him.

The ancestors of Dujie were also located not far from An Qingli.

An Qingli was dressed in a green shirt, and laid out a table that was more than ten feet long, placed it beside the alchemy stove, and waved her hands to set up a transparent barrier to prevent the wind and noise from disturbing her.

Many people are waiting eagerly, not just those alchemists.

Wuling carried Shangshan and went to join in the fun with great interest.

Shangshan has already reached the state of transforming gods, and his skin is better than before. Among the men and women present, none of them can compare with Shangshan, and Wu Ling is very happy.

Some female cultivators dare not look at Shangshan directly, but only secretly glance at it from the corner of their eyes.

Wuling felt so honored, as honored as the little tiger, and said to Shangshan: "Shangshan, that girl is not only worried about you, but also gave you six pills of the eighth grade tonic, which is a life-saving grace for you. Woolen cloth."

Shangshan looked at An Qingli, who was the focus of all eyes, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyelashes tightened.

Worrying may not be true, but it is true to be extravagant, and the grace of life-saving that you do casually can barely be counted.

An Qingli patted the storage bag with her hand, and another forty-five kinds of spiritual grasses and spiritual plants came out of the storage bag, like a long dragon in the air, paused in mid-air, and placed them one by one on the desk.

"This move is okay, quite like a master." A veteran alchemist commented with satisfaction.

This little girl is not very old, but her skills are quite sophisticated, and it seems that she is not doing her job properly like the rumors from the outside world.

But some people shook their heads slightly and commented in a low voice: "There is really no need for this move, it is somewhat gimmicky."

However, those alchemy masters in Lingyao Peak began to feel lost again. They were fortunate enough to observe Grandmaster Mu Sheng's alchemy, and the starting method of Grandmaster Mu Sheng's alchemy was just so gaudy.

An Qingli's move has been quite restrained.

However, An Qingli is still young after all, and no matter how beautiful her hands are, it is just a superficial appearance, so how can she refine a high-grade elixir like Grandmaster Mu Sheng.

Chu Yaohe went to Qiu Xuanjing's place to feel the pulse of Qiu Xuanjing who was suffering from overwork, and advised Qiu Xuanjing not to do everything by himself. What should be the grade of the alchemy that will be refined later.

After all, Mu Sheng personally admitted that this apprentice is at the level of alchemy beyond blue.

So Chu Yao and Qiu Xuanjing guessed that it was the seventh rank, and it was still on the seventh rank.

"It would be great if it was at the seventh rank." Qiu Xuanjing sighed helplessly, now that things have come to an end, he can only stare at the alchemy seedling left by Mu Sheng.

I hope that An Qingli will not disappoint him, in fact, refining the sixth-grade pill is already excellent.

Chu Yaohe persuaded Qiu Xuanjing again that there is no need to sigh so much. As an apprentice, he is born out of blue, so he might not be able to comprehend and break through to the ninth grade by himself like Mu Sheng, but it is just a matter of waiting a few hundred years.

Thinking of the phrase "green out of blue", Qiu Xuanjing felt a little relieved, but still looked at Chu Yaohe with a frown, and asked why Chu Yaohe was so partial to An Qingli, who was doing such a bastard.

Chu Yaohe replied with a voice transmission with a smile, his senior brother Mu Sheng had a heart, and had specially reminded him a few years ago to respect An Qingli wholeheartedly.

(End of this chapter)