Chen Xia set up his own iron pot nicely, put the spatula in the iron pot, and stir-fried casually and quickly to test the quality of the spatula. His pill refining emphasized randomness, just a purposeless movement.
Zhang Daoming was not far away, saw Chen Xia coming, his expression was a little excited, but glanced at the iron pot, his expression began to go wrong.
He felt that something was wrong with Chen Xia first.
What pill refining doesn't bring a pill furnace, but brings a stove?
Is he going to cook lunch for him?
Zhang Daoming could only think so. It was impossible to really use an iron pot to refine pills. This was nonsense.
Even if you asked the Grand Pill Master to come, he couldn't use an iron pot to refine pills. The pill qi and medicinal properties would probably dissipate as soon as they were put into the pot.
It was not a proper pill furnace that could condense these things.
Could an iron pot be a proper pill furnace?
Zhang Daoming really couldn't figure it out, so that even the way he looked at Chen Xia felt a little frivolous.
Chen Xia rolled up the sleeves of his green shirt and waved to Zhang Daoming. His whole person looked a little lazy.
"Brother Zhang, I came to learn pill refining from you."
Witch Tribe's Pi Hu hid his hands in his robes, his slender eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking at Chen Xia, glanced at the iron pot next to him, and his eyebrows wrinkled deeper.
"Who is this person, how dare he call you Brother Zhang?"
Zhang Daoming was really embarrassed to answer, and vaguely said, "He's a new friend I met, he seems to be interested in pill refining, so I let him come and observe."
"Bring an iron pot to observe, heh, it's really interesting. If it was in my Witch Tribe, being expelled and forced to kneel outside would be considered light."
Pi Hu said coldly.
The Divine Fire Tribe's Hei Yan carefully looked at Chen Xia twice with his crimson eyes. His eyebrows made of flames twitched slightly in surprise.
"Isn't this Chen Xia with a great reputation recently? It is said that he is the disciple of the Sect Protector Elder, and is the strongest preliminary disciple of this generation, the seedling of a Great Emperor with outstanding talents."
After saying this, Hei Yan glanced at Pi Hu again and sneered, "You still want others to go out and kneel, it would be good if he doesn't make you kneel."
Pi Hu's face flushed red, and the veins on his forehead bulged out one by one as he argued.
"No matter how outstanding his talents in cultivation, pill refining is much more complicated than cultivation. "
"And no matter how strong he is among the preliminary disciples, he is not even a formal disciple. How dare he compete with my second layer of Falling Sea Realm cultivation base!"
Zhang Daoming's eyes shone brightly as he looked at Chen Xia. He didn't expect that after declining for a great era, the Human Tribe could produce a Great Emperor seedling who was also the strongest preliminary disciple.
Although reluctant to admit it, this was far better than pill refining. After all, it was real and solid talent.
Hei Yan stroked his fiery beard, shook his head and laughed.
"You guys, always shutting yourselves off, not asking about worldly affairs. Now something new pops up and you don't even recognize it, yet you still want to suppress others with your Falling Sea Realm second layer cultivation."
"Do you know why he is able to steadily sit as the strongest preliminary disciple?"
"It is because he swallowed three million flying swords from Sword Forest and crushed a swordsman of the third layer of the Falling Sea Realm. With your Falling Sea Realm second layer cultivation base, you would only get crushed by him!"
Pi Hu clenched his fists with an extremely unwilling expression, but could not find any words to refute, so he widened his eyes and forced himself to argue.
"The matters of cultivation are one thing, but pill refining is different. No matter how high his talents are, he is still a newcomer in the pill refining path, and should be respectful to us seniors!"
Zhang Daoming didn't reply, but the way he looked at Chen Xia became even brighter. This was a treasure he had discovered.
The Six-Armed Golden Body Tribe's Tong He had been very silent all this time, but his gaze kept sizing up Chen Xia.
This was someone he needed to attach great importance to.
Hei Yan crossed his arms, sneered at Pi Hu with the corner of his mouth tilted.
"What's the point of yelling at me, if you have the guts, say it to Chen Xia's face and see if the three million sword intent in his body can suppress you, his senior."
Pi Hu gritted his teeth. "The matters of pill refining masters are naturally like this. It is seniority that exists regardless of whether I say it or not."
Hei Yan rolled his eyes, a little speechless, and commented.
"Even if you turn him to ashes, his mouth would still be hard."
Chen Xia saw the lively chat between the four and didn't intentionally eavesdrop, so he didn't know what they were talking about. He waved his hand in greeting.
"Brother Zhang, can I watch from closer?"
Zhang Daoming quickly nodded, enthusiastically said: "Of course, come over, I can even give you my seat."
Of course Chen Xia would not take Zhang Daoming's seat. He just stood a few tens of meters away from the four and set up his iron pot again.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Daoming asked, pointing at the iron pot.
"Pill refining." Chen Xia answered concisely.
The four spiritual alchemists were stunned, even if they were prepared, Chen Xia's simple reply still caught them off guard.
Refining pills in an iron pot?
Was Chen Xia too ahead of his time, or were they unable to keep up with the times?
Even for cultivators, this kind of art was simply too advanced.
Zhang Daoming grinned with a polite smile that was not impolite. "Very good, young people should be brave in innovation, not bad, not bad."
Hei Yan directly gave a thumbs up. "Unheard of, such genius is indeed bestowed by heaven."
Even the silent Tong He of the Six-Armed Golden Body Tribe praised.
"Clear and ingenious thinking, the path of pill refining opens up."
The remaining Pi Hu was at a loss, looking at the three people, he felt something was wrong.
The three also looked at him at the same time. Zhang Daoming kept making eye gestures, the meaning was very obvious.
When there is a big thigh, will you hug it or not?
Pi Hu coughed twice, his face a little flushed, opened and closed his mouth, but did not speak. After a long pause, he finally squeezed out a sentence.
"Indeed it is so."
Chen Xia clasped his fists humbly towards the four.
"It's just talent."
The four looked at each other, really not knowing how to respond. The atmosphere was a little awkward. Fortunately, it was time, so they started refining pills.
First prepare the medicine by placing the cleaned herbs in order, maintaining the proper temperature and environment with spiritual power, this is the only way to achieve the most perfect medicinal effect.
Chen Xia stood next to the four with his hands behind his back, like an old man watching others play chess. He also picked up some leftover medicine materials from the ground and put them in his pocket.
Zhang Daoming laughed heartily, stretching out a single palm, from which orange-yellow flames sprang out. This was his life-bound Pill Flame, very beneficial for pill refining.
"Look closely, my young friend. Although you are a prodigy on the path of cultivation, pill refining is very different from cultivating. There are too many details, you are only peeking through the door. You need a guide."
Zhang Daoming suddenly clenched his palm, the orange-yellow flame under the pill furnace surged violently, burning vigorously. He said in a deep voice.
"Although lacking in skill, I know a thing or two about the pill path. It is barely enough to qualify as your guide on the path of pill refining!"
Chen Xia didn't reply.
He just wanted to see what this old guy was going to pretend.
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