Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Qin Mingdong picked it up and picked it up from the West, and soon found what he wanted.

"Pill God's body, refine!" A purple flame appeared in front of Qin Ming out of thin air, throwing Lingzhi into the fire.

In an instant, these spiritual plants began to turn into liquid, and small beads of various colors appeared, flying in the air, it was really beautiful.

Congeal!

The small liquid beads began to collide, and they soon became small pills.

Qin Ming took out a jade bottle and caught the flying pill. There were ten pills in total. Only ten pills of this kind of pill can be made per serving.

And Qin obviously reached the maximum number of ten.

"What kind of medicine is this?" The old man who was watching asked.

Smiling, Qin Ming said, "This is Qin Mingdan."

Qin Mingdan?

Qin Mingdan!

Is there such a medicine?

Qing Lao was even more puzzled.

"Hmm..." Qin Ming said with a smile, "It's a pill named after me.

In other words, it is a pill without a name, and I have not yet figured out a name. "

"The pill that you have researched, the third-grade pill?" The voice of the old man was octave higher.

my God.

The pill that Qin Ming has researched himself is still the third class pill.

How old is Qin Ming, how could he have developed a pill.

Every kind of pill was studied through countless experiments, and it was only possible to study it by a particularly experienced old alchemy master.

How much bitterness and bitterness are behind a simple recipe.

Qin Ming said so simply and casually.

It seems that he has developed a kind of pill, like drinking tea, not worth mentioning.

Qin Ming handed two pills to the old man and said:

"One for you to study, and the other for Patriarch Ouyang.

This pill can relieve any second and third class poisons. "

"It can detoxify any second product or third product. Is there such a pill?"

Qing Lao took two pills, looked desperately, and asked.

Qin Ming nodded without hesitation and said, "This kind of pill will do.

Of course, it must be a pill of perfect quality. As for the pill of imperfect quality, what specific poison can be detoxified.

I haven't refined it, and I don't know. "

What does refining is not a perfect pill? With Qin Ming's ability, he had to make a deliberate mistake if he wanted to refine a pill of imperfect quality, which was troublesome and painful.

"Okay!" Helpless, the old man carefully put away the pill.

The medicine that Qin Ming studied for him was not one or two, but he didn't research a single medicine.

However, this time Qin Ming was the pill that he refined in front of him, and the Lingzhi he used was very clear, and he should have some eyebrows.

Thinking of this, he felt a little frustrated, and Qin Ming started to develop his own medicine.

But he couldn't even study the pill that Qin Ming gave him.

It's so popular.

I don't want to, the more I think about it, the more I lose my confidence, I'll talk about saving the Ouyang family first.

but……

In an instant, Qing Lao's expression turned ugly.

"What's the matter?" Qin Ming asked.

"No...nothing!" Qing Lao said quickly.

How embarrassed he said that he had already told the Ouyang family that Patriarch Ouyang had mixed poison and had no time to refine the pill.

The medicine stone is hard to save.

But this slap was too fast, it is estimated that Ouyang's family is already preparing for the funeral.

How is he going to round this up?

Shaking his head, Qing Lao and Qin Ming said hello, and walked towards the Ouyang family mansion, take one step at a time, anyway, the Ouyang family should be grateful to him if they can save people back.

Never blame him.