The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1422 False
Leng Wuyou pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, and a sneer rose in his heart.

Her behavior just caused everyone to whisper.

"What's going on? Why is Seventh Young Master in meditation now?"

Some of her admirers looked puzzled.

"Could it be that the Seventh Young Master had some insight and suddenly fell into a state of epiphany?" Someone's tone was not sure.

"Bah, a bunch of licking dogs." Wang Jiayuan curled his lips with disdain.

"What is epiphany, what is samadhi? Do you think epiphany is Chinese cabbage? If you want to have epiphany, then you have epiphany. I'm afraid there is something wrong with your brain."

"As for Leng Wuyou, I think he is a fake alchemist at all, and he doesn't know how to make alchemy at all. Seeing his previous method of throwing all the spiritual materials into it, even an alchemist would not do such a stupid thing. "

"I think he's doomed. He's just a fake alchemist. I'm afraid he arranged the pills before, just to fool you idiots. As for the heavenly pills, people say they are heavenly pills." Just believe it, have you seen Tiandan? Do you know what Tiandan looks like? It's just stupid."

Wang Jiayuan didn't hide his voice at all.

Not only those around him heard it.

Even Leng's family and Si Ruoli, who were some distance away from him, heard it.

Si Ruoli stared with dissatisfaction on his face.

Although he doesn't know how to make alchemy, doesn't know how to make alchemy, and doesn't know the order of alchemy, but his family's Xiaoyouyou is the best, and it's just alchemy, which is easy for him.

Regarding his current state, in his opinion, Xiao Youyou is either an epiphany like those people said, or he must want to give the other party a fatal blow. He knocked down heaven.

After all, he once heard Xiaoyouyou say that the most painful thing is to lift a person up high and then throw him down hard.

This is called "the higher you stand, the harder you fall."

Otherwise, Si Ruoli's imagination is really rich, especially his brain power.

It's just that at this moment, Leng Wuyou really didn't do what he imagined, such as getting into a samadhi, having an epiphany, or giving an opponent a fatal blow. Now Leng Wuyou is only practicing his own elixir very seriously and attentively.

It's just that she uses her spiritual consciousness to make alchemy, while others use her spiritual consciousness to control it.

Just such a cursory look, it is a judgment call.

Leng Wuyou's consciousness turned into strands of silk thread, directly forming 108 strands.

Enter the 108 medicinal materials respectively and squeeze them.

A drop of medicinal liquid was squeezed out from the spirit material, and finally formed a ball.

After all the materials were refined, lumps of liquid medicine were suspended in the alchemy furnace, emitting a streak of fluorescence, but at this moment they were isolated by the divine sense, and they were not allowed to come into contact with each other.

At this moment, Leng Wuyou only heard him yell loudly from the opposite side, "Give it to me."

Feng Shuhe's alchemy furnace buzzed non-stop, and the alchemy formulas in his hand were played out one by one, with countless changes, and it seemed a little dazzling.

Although the finger flying speed is fast, it allows people to capture the running track.

As the last pill fell, the top of the pill furnace in front of him suddenly rose into the sky, and a scent of medicine instantly spread in the hall.

This scent of medicine made everyone feel that the spiritual power in their bodies was about to move, and even began to work automatically, and even faintly increased.

Of course, this is just the feeling of some low-level monks. For high-level monks, this medicinal fragrance is nothing special, just a very common medicinal fragrance.

"Hey, the scent of this medicine is a bit familiar, it seems to be a panacea."

"Little prince is amazing, you can practice such a simple medicine as the spirit pill." Some people in the crowd praised it.

Immediately someone came out to pour cold water.

"It's just a elixir, what about it? He will use such a simple elixir to compete with the seventh son, cut it."

"I know, the Xuanyuan Pavilion seems to have auctioned the spirit pill back then. Compared with the fragrance of the medicine, it is like a world and a ground. As long as I take a sip, I feel that the spiritual power in my body will be filled instantly."

"Haha, what Fellow Daoist said is right. I got one of the panacea back then by coincidence, and it saved my life at the time."

(End of this chapter)