Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 1005 The materials are ready
After a while, Fang Yan looked at the elixir in the jade bottle in front of him, and there was a bit of joy on Fang Yan's face: "That's right, we finally have a success rate of more than [-]%."

Hearing the words in the dialect, Zi Ling, who had just calmed down, curled her lips: "This is just a sixth-grade elixir. If you just refine a seventh-grade elixir in this way, you can be [-]% sure."

After Zi Ling's words fell, Fang Yan also nodded: "That's true, but it is not so easy to improve. Even if the success rate of the sixth-grade pill is [-]%, the refining rate of the seventh-grade pill will not reach [-]%. Unless my cultivation level goes a step further, or there is a breakthrough in Ziheng Furnace, it is absolutely impossible to reach above fifty percent."

Fortunately, Dialect and Ziling are in a secret room, and they are still communicating with their spiritual senses. If this kind of words are heard by others, it will be difficult not to treat Dialect as a lunatic. The success rate of seventh-grade pills is more than [-]%, even if it is Tianxingzong. Taoist Mu Qing, who is the most proficient in alchemy in the country, has been refining elixirs for thousands of years, and the success rate of alchemy is only about [-]% so far. Perhaps only those in the Xuanlan domain who use alchemy as a way of cultivation, such as the best in Baihuamen Only if you dare to say that you have more than [-]% certainty in refining the seventh-grade elixir, and you have to be more than [-]% sure to export the dialect, what is it if you are not a lunatic.

It's just that the dialect and Ziling here don't have this consciousness. Hearing the words of the dialect, Ziling doesn't have the slightest look of surprise. In his heart, it should be like this, and only Ziling is the first to see it after giving birth to spiritual wisdom. It is the dialect, and Qi Ling, who has been following the dialect all the way to improve rapidly, has such great confidence in the dialect.

After the two exchanged for a while, they didn't mention this matter anymore. Now all the mature spirit grasses collected from Dialect have already been turned into medicine pills or pill dregs, and the only thing left is still in the portal of the Qiankun Pot Earth System. The cultivated immature spirit grass is no longer mature, and the dialect does not intend to continue to refine the elixir. Following the slight movement of the dialect's consciousness, Zi Ling retracted into the depths of the magic weapon of the Ziheng Furnace, a purple light flashed, and the Ziheng Furnace returned. Into the dialect body.

Without leaving this alchemy secret room, Fang Yan sat down cross-legged again. He did not come to the Great Soul Sect to refine medicine for the Great Soul Sect. Dialect came for the Five Elements Spiritual Items, and to restore several portals in the Qiankun Pot. The original situation.

The bag of five-element spirits obtained earlier has been completely swallowed by the five gates. Compared with the gold-type spirits, the number of these spirits is more than a thousand times, but the effect is much smaller. The elixir has brought back a lot of slightly higher-level five-element spirits, but he has been busy with alchemy recently, and Fang Yan hasn't carefully screened them. Now Fang Yan is going to put these five-element spirits he harvested recently into the five portals.

As soon as the consciousness moved, a Qiankun bag appeared in Fang Yan's hands. In an instant, Dialect's consciousness had penetrated into it: "Water-type spiritual things, earth-type spiritual things, eh? There are also dual-type spiritual things? Although the wood attribute is a little less , but wood-type spirits are rare, so let’s put them in the wood-type portal..."

With the dialect divine consciousness scanning and distinguishing, one by one spiritual objects were sent into different portals, and under the attention of the dialect divine consciousness, the five-element spiritual objects sent to each portal quickly turned into strands The breath surged into the streamer portal that hadn't yet shown its figure.

A few days passed by, and the five elements in Fang Yan's hands were exhausted again, but there was still not much change in the streamer portal. Dialect did not look disappointed in the result, which had been expected for a long time. If it is so simple, there is no need to I have made the deal with Cang Daoyu, and if I want to fully reveal the Liuguang Portal, I need to rely on high-level spiritual objects. Right now, these are just better than nothing.

After disposing of all the spiritual objects, Dialect turned over, and a flying sword appeared in his hand again. Not long after, a faint flame emerged from between Dialect and wrapped around the flying sword, penetrating into the flying sword one by one. Among them, Cang Dao and Qiu Lanzi got two middle-grade flying swords at once from the hands of others, and they have never spared time to practice them. Now the dialect is waiting for the great masters of the Great Soul Sect Collecting materials, just in time to refine these flying swords into the Dawu Sword Formation, so that the power of the Dawu Sword Formation can be further enhanced. With these three middle-grade spirit weapon level flying swords joining Among them, even if encountering a situation like the one when He Bailing and others were besieged and killed in the future, Dialect can still protect itself a little bit more.

With the constant movement of the dialect, far away billions of miles away, on another planet of comprehension, a cultivator suddenly looked up and shouted: "How dare you do this, kid?"

After a low shout, the cultivator urged the exercises again and again, but his expression darkened when he didn't use the exercises. He paused and sat cross-legged again. He was unwilling to yell and curse a few more times, and then there was no movement, and asked the name Who is the monk, but he is the former owner of the flying sword being sacrificed in dialect at this moment? Taoist Liang Miao. Taoist Liang Miao has been cultivating that flying sword for a while, but he has not yet successfully refined it. It is very important, but it was just brought out to meet the situation due to the situation, but I never thought that I would really lose to the dialect. After several years, I didn't notice any movement in the imprint of my spiritual consciousness left in it. He regained some of his thoughts, until at this moment he felt that the imprint of his spiritual consciousness had been attacked.

With the strength of the dialect, even if they confront each other head-on, they won't fall much below Taoist Liang Miao, and maybe they can win the battle. Now it's just obliterating one of the imprints of divine consciousness, and the distance is unknown, and the dialect won't bother With so much strength, I also noticed the slightest reluctance or even anger of Taoist Liang Miao coming through the imprint of divine consciousness. How could the dialect pay attention to it? Slowly sacrificially practice, to keep the imprint of your own spiritual consciousness in it, and completely control this flying sword as your own.

Many days passed, and on this day, a wave of teleportation from the Qingdan Branch Sect flashed by. After the wave passed, a figure appeared in the formation. Many Great Soul Sect monks stationed here were all shocked when they saw this figure. Hastily bowed and said: "I have seen the Dao and the Great Master."

Cang Daoyu, who came out, didn't have the heart to say anything to the younger disciples, but just waved his hands, and then went straight into the sect sect's secret realm, and a wave of spiritual consciousness had already been sent out into it.

Not long after, Cang Dao and Mobu, who received the dialect's reply, stepped into the alchemy secret room where the dialect was located. Everything that can be bought in a star field is here, when can you start refining."

Dialect is not wordy, even if you go out and look at the pile of materials in front of you, there is more than one plant of each kind of spiritual grass. After a while, dialect put away his consciousness, said to Cang and smiled: "Toil old man Brother, Brother Cang is fast enough, originally Fang Yan thought it would take several years to collect all the spiritual herbs, Fang Yan only needs to rest for a few days before he can start refining the elixir."

Cang Daoyu didn't answer, but stretched out his hand to take out a few more things. In front of Dialect, there were two crimson rays of light, with a faint phoenix-shaped shadow flashing among them, and another khaki-colored light, which was chaotic, and the last blue light Dialect has already seen it once before. Fairy Caihun wants to exchange for the water-type spiritual item that replenishes the soul, which are two fire-type items, one soil-type item, one water-type item, and four five-element item items. This is not dialect. Those refined a while ago are comparable, especially one of the fire-type spirits, which is more compact and flexible than the others, and it is much better than the gold-type spirit absorbed in the Qiankun Pot.

Looking at the light in Fang Yan's eyes, Cang Dao and Xiaoxiao said to Fang Yan: "Fang Yan, now the materials are ready and the rewards are also ready, it depends on when you can refine the Evil Elixir. You have to pay more attention to a elixir or a spiritual object." As he spoke, Cang Daoyu's eyes flashed with pride.

Hearing Cang Daoyu's words, Fang Yan couldn't help slandering. Now that he has put out four spirit objects, he clearly intends to exchange them for four pills, one for each of the great lords. The dialect doesn't quite believe these four spiritual objects. Most of them still have stock in their hands. Maybe they are of higher grade, but these have nothing to do with the current dialect. If the pill cannot be refined, even if it Cang Daoyu gave it directly, and Dialect didn't have the shame to take it. Such a high-level spiritual object can be refined directly by even a few great masters, or it can be refined into a magic weapon.

However, seeing that there were actually four spiritual objects, Fang Yan immediately felt a desire to win. If he couldn't get all of them into his bag, he would regret it in the future. Without any hesitation, Fang Yan stretched out his hand and swept the many spiritual herbs into In his arms, he said in his mouth: "Brother Cang, you should keep these spiritual objects for me first, and wait for my good news."

(End of this chapter)