Cultivating Immortals from Devouring the Martial Spirit of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 72 Yanzhou Baoding
Seeing Lin Sanqing doesn't need a stove.

Dong Feng became interested, so he went off in person and occupied the last stove.

"Yanzhou tripod!"

With a shout, Dong Feng raised an antique bronze tripod.

Under the control of his strength, the bronze tripod floated above the fire, spinning around.

"Yanzhou tripod, master actually sacrificed the Yanzhou tripod, it seems that master is going to be serious!"

Seeing Dong Feng's actions, all Xinglin disciples couldn't help but exclaimed.

"This Yanzhou cauldron is one of Xia Yu's nine cauldrons, and it is the most precious treasure in the world. If you use it to refine elixir, even an alchemist who is just getting started can easily refine a one-grain panacea!"

A Xinglin disciple glanced at Lin Sanqing, deliberately introduced the treasure tripod in Dong Feng's hand with ulterior motives.

"That's right, with this Yanzhou tripod, master can easily refine the five-pattern danhua!"

While speaking, a Xinglin disciple looked at Lin Sanqing and said, "I think someone should admit defeat early, so as not to be ashamed!"

"Master, we don't seem to have made the bet clear," a disciple reminded Dong Feng: "This Lin Sanqing has provoked your majesty for three or five times. If he loses, he must be punished properly!"

"That's right, Master, you can't let this kid go easily!"

"That's right, teach him a lesson and let him know how powerful he is!"

The other disciples agreed together, wanting to punish Lin Sanqing severely.

"No need," Dong Feng waved to his disciples, "Doctors are benevolent, and they need to be peaceful when things happen."

Dong Feng stopped the conversation of his disciples, looked at Lin Sanqing and said, "If you lose, little brother, you just need to tell Dong the name of the alchemy master behind you. Dong admires that master." I can't stop, I really want to come to ask the old man for a lesson or two."

Lin Sanqing smiled and said: "It's easy to say, but what if you always lose?"

"What are you talking about? How could Master lose?"

"That's right, Master has absolutely no chance of losing to you kid!"

A group of Xinglin disciples shouted again.

Seeing the conceited appearance of those disciples, Lin Sanqing sighed helplessly: "Forget it, let's not talk about the conditions. After the competition is over, you can decide for yourself."

"Then let's get started!"

While Dong Feng was speaking, he flicked his long sleeves, took some medicinal materials from the air and put them into the ancient cauldron, at the same time he ordered his disciples: "Use it as medicine!"

"Use medicine!" The six Xinglin disciples echoed, grabbing the medicinal materials around them and adding them to the medicine cauldron.

"Stimulate the fire!" Dong Feng whispered again, igniting the fire with his palms, and began to refine the medicinal materials.

Seeing this, the disciples also turned on the fire one after another to speed up the speed of refining medicine.

It's just that these disciples' cultivation is limited, even if they try their best, they can only ignite a one-foot-long furnace fire.

Dong Feng is different, the fire he ignites is three feet long, and the fire is perfect and the temperature is extremely high.

Under such a blazing furnace fire, within a short time, all the medicinal materials in the ancient cauldron had melted.

"Little brother, the time for the competition is only one hour and three quarters, why don't you start yet? Could it be that you are going to give up immediately?"

Seeing Lin Sanqing standing in the field, Dong Feng couldn't help looking at him and asking.

Lin Sanqing heard the words, and thought to himself, when is this hour and three moments stipulated?

I do not know how?
Forget it, this is your home field anyway, so you can take as long as you want.

"This is where it starts!"

While Lin Sanqing was speaking, he raised his hand to grab it from the air, sucked the refining Peiyuan Pill into his hand, and then put it into the copper tripod in front of him.

"There is a cauldron but no fire, but it is interesting to make alchemy."

Seeing Lin Sanqing's actions, Su Fengyao on the tree couldn't help but mutter something.

Those Xinglin disciples also looked at Lin Sanqing with disdain at this time, obviously waiting for him to make a joke.

However, at the next moment, Lin Sanqing snapped his fingers lightly, and then there was a "huh", a purple-white flame ignited out of thin air under the copper tripod.

"How is this going?"

Seeing Lin Sanqing lighting a fire out of thin air, all the Xinglin disciples opened their eyes wide in surprise.

"How did this fire start? How did this guy do it?"

"Could it be internal fire? This guy's cultivation is already so high? Can he ignite such a large internal fire?"

Not only those Xinglin disciples were surprised, but even Su Fengyao was startled.

He turned over and landed, and walked closer to check Lin Sanqing's flames.

Immediately, he unconsciously exclaimed, "Is this spiritual fire?"

"Spiritual fire? This guy actually has a spiritual fire?"

A group of Xinglin disciples looked at the flame in Lin Sanqing's hand in amazement, and couldn't help feeling a little jealous.

They are all healers, so they have heard of spiritual fire, and they also know that spiritual fire is a rare opportunity for alchemists.

With this thing, even the poorest alchemist has unlimited potential.

At this time, those Xinglin disciples finally started to look at Lin Sanqing squarely, thinking that maybe he really has two brushes.

"This guy has the help of spiritual fire, Master won't lose to him, right?" A disciple worried.

"Don't worry, even if there is a spiritual fire, he can't figure out any tricks!" Another disciple shook his head and said, "Because he is too young and doesn't have enough experience, it is extremely difficult to control the spiritual fire, let alone refining it." A high-grade pill has been released."

"That's right, he probably just got lucky and got the spirit fire by accident, but his alchemy skills are not very good at all," the other disciples echoed.

Lin Sanqing's spiritual fire also attracted Dong Feng's attention.

While concocting alchemy, he looked at Lin Sanqing, frowned and said: "Even with the help of spiritual fire, if the alchemy skills are not good, I'm afraid you won't be able to make high-grade pills."

"The old man is very optimistic, I'm going to ignite the fire and quench the medicine," Lin Sanqing said, urging the ghost lamp spirit fire with both palms.

Under his urging, the spiritual fire immediately blazed up, enveloping the entire copper tripod.

As the flame burned, the medicinal materials in the copper cauldron "hissed" and quickly turned into medicinal juice, which began to fuse and refine.

"too slow."

Although he didn't have a close look at Lin Sanqing's medicine cauldron, Dong Feng concluded that Lin Sanqing's alchemy speed was too slow, and he might not be able to refine the high-grade Peiyuan pill within the stipulated time.

"The old man has good ears." Lin Sanqing looked at Dong Feng and said, "But you don't have to worry about being late for a good meal. This is slow work and careful work."

"A low level is a low level. What excuses are there?"

"That's right, with the help of spiritual fire, you can still practice so slowly. This is not called slow work and meticulous work, but it is called cutting flesh with a blunt knife."

"Bai blind such a good spiritual fire, what's the name of his spiritual fire?"

A group of Xinglin disciples ridiculed Lin Sanqing again.

"It's called ghost lantern and spirit fire." Su Fengyao looked at those Xinglin disciples and said impatiently: "You idiots are really noisy, can you say a few words less? Slap you to death?"

Frightened by Su Fengyao, those Xinglin disciples immediately calmed down and began to watch the battle seriously.

　The Three Kingdoms of the sky is a small world, and the level of alchemy is generally much lower than that of the Holy Soil Realm.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)