Cold King, the Doctor Fei Is Running Away

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"No." Feng Xingying shook his head confidently:

"A lot of things have experience to be summarized. The methods of other alchemists are feel, and my method is formula.

If you do n’t believe me, Master can continue to test me. "

"Okay, this time it's Guishensan. Let me see how fast you can get drunk."

The topic of Li Tianzun is not simple.

Because drunk red dust is not a Danmaru state, but a pink liquid, which is applied to the face to maintain the skin.

This thing, Feng Xingying has long been excited, this is simply an enhanced version of the essence, and is generally lacking in the Yunxi continent.

If she took out a few bottles of drunk red dust, coupled with beauty lotion and Ningxiang pills, she would make a lot of money.

It is just that the refining methods of liquid elixir and solid elixir are very different. Even experienced alchemists, when refining liquid for the first time, have to go through several failures again.

Feng Xingying can already imagine that Lihuang Tianzun must be proud at this time, and his heart is dark: sample, I ca n’t help you, right? Please, please, please?

Feng Xingying's face showed a confident smile, and did not speak, but withdrew from the space of Xunhuang Sword.

Alchemy can be practiced in the phoenix sword space, and the flame elves in the flame pool can surround her to help her cultivate.

In this way, Feng Xingying can practice and refining the alchemy, and by the way add spiritual power.

But if it was outside, there would be no such treatment.

Therefore, Feng Xingying has to save the space utilization rate of Fenghuang Sword. Of course, she has to complete the calculation.

Seeing the moon on the sky, Ruxiang and Qin Shiyi each practiced in the hospital, but Feng Xingying took out a piece of Dan Fang to study, and then wrote and painted on the sand.

After a while, she would smile and write a strange symbol again on the silk urn with a thousand-year-long indelible pen, only three Chinese characters: drunk red dust.

Feng Xingying re-entered the space of Wuhuang Sword and started to make alchemy.

Li Huangtianzun knows her disciple very well. She looks confident and proud. In fact, she is really confident. Without 100% confidence, she would not be foolishly arrogant.

The confident expression on Feng Xingying's face was also a little infected with Lihuang Tianzun, but he couldn't help but chant out:

"It's nice to be young. Your brothers and sisters were very young then, and don't know what's going on."

She was very relieved, because Feng Xingying is now concentrating on refining the alchemy. The challenge this time is not difficult, and she cannot afford to be sloppy.

Although there are only two of them, Feng Xingying doesn't want to fail. She wants to prove that she is right, so she must concentrate.

A little time passes.

Feng Xingying concentrated on refining the alchemy, and the spiritual fire in his hand was burning hula lazily, which was strictly a strict operation, and it was she who had become a grandeur.

Even Lizun Tianzhuang could not help but proclaimed: "The action is good, it is indeed the blood of our gods and phoenixes. This fire control ability is a little worse than when I was young."

As everyone knows, her previous position now has a star-shaped figure.

He looked at the strange symbols on the ground silently, without a half expression on his face.

His breath has the oppressive power, and no one else dares to approach here for half a minute.

After studying for a long while, he even reached out his hand and gently pressed on the ground.

The ice spread from his palm, covering only this small area.

The dust and those symbols were frozen in the ice.

He closed his hands, and the ice formed a small monument with frozen symbols written before Feng Xingying.

No trace of the ground.