phoenix maiden

Chapter 58 Snow Lotus Pill (2)

Little thing, I'm waiting to see your Miss Feng concoct five snow lotus pills, which will brighten your little snobby eyes!

"Teacher, the first step in alchemy - condensing the source fire of the body, condensing the fire, go!" Hua grandma waved her crystal-colored wide sleeves, and threw Feng Jiushang onto the jade platform with a random roll, and then flicked her fingers, A gleam of crystal light in the palm of his hand glided into the latter's brow.

Feng Jiushang's sea of ​​consciousness surged and churned, while his mind moved slightly, the Ninghuo Jue had been memorized thoroughly, so he calmly concentrated his mind, his mind sank to his dantian, and his luck was quiet, his vitality was like thousands of colorful long swords, and it moved like a rainbow when he recited it at will .

The vitality blade is lazily glowing with various colors of soft glow - red of fire attribute, green of wood attribute, blue of water attribute, cyan of wind attribute, metallic orange, dark yellow of earth attribute, crystal color of thunder attribute And the black color of the dark attribute.

Feng Jiushang only needs to condense the power of mind into the blade, cut off the colored gas flames on 99 Qi swords, and then guide the gas flames to run through the eight extraordinary meridians once, and then do nine vitality cycles to condense the source fire of the body The young fire.

The first step is to concentrate the mind on the blade, Feng Jiushang couldn't help crying secretly, the mind is the silent movement of the mind, it is easy to move, but difficult to calm down, just like the flowing wind is difficult to grasp in the palm of your hand.

Feng Jiushang operated 98 times according to the method described in the Condensing Fire Jue, and all 98 times failed without exception...

This is too difficult, or find a natural source of fire, Feng Jiushang quietly moved to give up, but this is the first time he has made alchemy, if he chooses a natural source of fire, then it is very likely that there will be no more The opportunity to condense the body of the body is on fire.

The master used the original source fire—red and crystal, very beautiful... As a disciple, if I used the natural source fire, wouldn’t it be disgraceful to the master in disguise?

Leaving aside the many benefits of the source fire of the body, even if you want to find the natural source fire, it will take time, and it will not be a few days... But father Nalanruo and others only have three days to delay...

Yes, an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time!

Taking a step back, even if everyone has enough time to procrastinate, but looking for the natural source of fire in the artifact requires that snobby crystal bird to lead the way...

Those little snobbish eyes are not daggers, but they are better than daggers. Preliminary estimates—I haven’t found the natural source of fire, and I, Feng Jiushang, died of blood under the eyes of Ling Chi who are better than daggers...

Everyone's life-saving time is more precious than gold, and my life, Feng Jiushang, is more precious than gold, so now I have no choice—continue to focus on the blade!
Previously, after No.90's eight failures, the phantom of Feng Jiushang's thoughts perched on an air sword, like a sleepy butterfly in the morning light, lazily vibrating in the orange soft glow. Wings, swaying...

Orange yellow! ?In the vitality, the metallic nature of orange is strong, and the earth attribute of dark yellow is calm...Orange yellow is orange yellow, which is very correct. Active thoughts can only be condensed in the vitality of these two attributes and will not disperse!
It's amazing, the multi-attributes of vitality really have the beauty in it, Feng Jiushang suppressed the joy of this perception, silently contemplating, a little bit of thought fluttered and settled down, and gradually condensed in one place...

The dense and misty thought points gathered more and more, and finally squirmed slowly.

Feng Jiushang silently circulated his thoughts, and the latter was washed away and heaved, gradually turning into a phantom of a dagger, tossing and turning, sharpening the blade in the void... the sharp blade is sharpened!

　In other words, if there is love, there must be collection...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)