Xia Zhu burst into tears when he heard this, his eyes full of admiration, "Besides you, there are no other alchemy masters on this continent.
I know you, miss, you must be the most powerful."
"Tch, you're the only one with a sweet mouth."
Mu Chuyue turned her head aside with a look of disgust, "I'm going to take a nap first, and don't bother me with big things later."
"Yes, I take my orders," Xia Zhu promised, and gently pushed back the maids behind him.
The room immediately returned to silence.
It was time to make elixirs again, which meant that there would be no rest for several days.
Mu Chuyue felt that it was necessary for her to replenish her energy beforehand.
Otherwise, even if her consciousness is as deep as the sea, she still won’t be able to bear the excessive damage to her skin.
Women, when appropriate, should treat themselves better. . . . . . . . .
The explosion sounded in the alchemy cauldron for the tenth time, accompanied by a burning smell, and the discarded spiritual material powder was spread on the bottom of the alchemy cauldron.
Dan Jicheng's old face was as dark as the bottom of an old pot that had been used for ten or eight years.
The tight curve of his lips made the alchemy apprentice next to him who was handing over the spiritual materials suddenly stop.
He immediately shrank back.
"Come back and take a portion each of Xuan Bing Gu Rui, Amomum villosum, and Cold Spirit Gold."
Dan Jicheng ordered with a tigerish face.
Those who didn't know would think that the failure of this cauldron of elixir was actually the fault of the apprentice.
With.
Correspondingly, Gu Yalan's face became increasingly gloomy.
She covered her face with the veil again, thinking to hide her ugly face.
Although everyone in the room had already seen the red rashes under her veil.
"Dad, do you think this will work?
This old guy who claims to be the president of the alchemist's union has already tried to make alchemy for the eleventh time.
The so-called antidote has not yet been successfully refined.
Isn't he bragging?"
Gu Ya Lan's patience was running out.
She wanted to save her pretty face, but she wasn't just sitting around watching the elixirs and refining them.
She doesn't have the leisure, let alone the interest "You ask me who?"
Gu Luojifan was almost annoyed to death by this bad thing.
His daughter secretly got into trouble and colluded with the rest of the family to hide it from him.
The most speechless thing is that even if he knew it, he could still only wait here to clean up the mess.
"Master, if you're angry, don't lie to our Lan'er and scare her carefully."
The woman's voice sounded again.
Gu Luoji sighed helplessly and anxiously focused all his attention on Dan Jicheng's movements.
We must make it happen this time All the materials for alchemy are obtained from him.
Every point spent is a large amount of spiritual stones.
Isn't it said that the success rate of master alchemists is much higher than that of ordinary alchemists?
Could it be that this old man is a fake with the name of a master?
Ah, ah, ah, it really hurts.
It's best to refine the detoxifying elixir for me, otherwise you will have to spit out the loss ten times this time.
Gu Luoji was muttering, but well, only he knew what he was muttering.
"Bring the Qingshuang Dragon Milk," Dan Jiacheng stretched out his hand with a serious face, as if the alchemy apprentice in front of him had secretly eaten the spiritual material.
A small bowl as big as a child's palm was brought to him.
The liquid in the bowl was viscous with a hint of greenish color, and it was only less than half full. xx4911131: