After being reborn from scum, I became number one in the world of cultivating immortals

More than half a year has passed.

Six or seven months, for the strong men on the border, is just a matter of a snap.During this period of time, there were no changes in the border, except for the demons who harassed them from time to time.

Together with Xie Jiuniang, who came with hatred.

It was as if during this period of time, everyone had put down their hatred, and their days were going very regularly.

Residence plus front line.

Either in the residence or on the front lines.

Qiansha Daojun once came to see her in person and left without saying a word when he found that there were no traces of being possessed by her.

According to the clues provided by Xie Jiuniang, Qiansha Daojun did not blindly report the news, but specially arranged for people to keep an eye on the whereabouts of the powerful demon clan. After more than half a year, some clues were finally discovered.

Only then did the news be informed to the Alliance.

The higher-ups in the world of immortality paid great attention to it and had secretly changed their strategy. They secretly sent more than ten transformed gods to the central battlefield and distributed them in various locations to keep a lookout.

As soon as there is news, it can be sent back.

Xie Jiuniang didn't care about this and immersed herself in learning alchemy.

One day, the entire camp was filled with the scent of elixir.

"Hey, this is the eighth-grade elixir?" An elder from the Tianxu Sect in the camp asked in surprise, "Is Mu Hong in the camp?"

"No, I heard that he is in retreat."

"But this is the eighth-grade elixir, right?"

"I've heard it, and it's true! Could it be that Mu Hong's seclusion is a fake, and coming to the camp to refine elixirs is real? But how come we don't know?"

The people talking here are all elders of the sect.

True Lord Mu Hong could hide it from ordinary disciples when he came here, but it was impossible to hide it from people like them who were always concerned about the safety of the camp.

In the medical practice room.

There are more than ten disciples from the sect Danfeng here, and they have come to support one after another during this period.The demon clan didn't send anyone to harass them in the past few days, so no one from the same sect was injured.

They were chatting together.

Just smell the medicinal fragrance in the air.

Someone asked in surprise: "Xing Luan, your master is refining elixirs in the camp, why didn't he ask you to help?"

"This is not the elixir refined by my master." Xing Luan denied everyone's speculation.

The master is refining the elixir while the apprentice is watching.

This is a rare learning opportunity for apprentices.

When Zhenjun Mu Hong was refining elixirs, he would ask Xing Luan to go over and take action.Therefore, Xing Luan can answer with certainty that the eighth-grade elixir is real, but the person who made the elixir is not Mu Hong.

Xing Luan's words were like dropping a big stone on the calm lake.

There was an uproar.

"Really or not? Not Elder Mu Hong?" A Danfeng Jindan disciple was stunned, and then said in shock, "Our Tianxu Sect has another eighth-level alchemy master? Who is it?"

"I also want to know who it is."

"Same question, I want to know too!"

"I'm so curious. Apart from us, which elder came to the border secretly?"

It's quite strange that he didn't show up when he came.

Of course, this kind of doubt is only said in the heart, they dare not say it out, maybe they will be listened to, and then they will not be able to pass the test of disrespecting their seniors.

A caring person followed the scent of the elixir and came out to find the person who made the elixir.

Unexpectedly, Daojun Ying'an raised his hand and rolled up a gust of wind spells in the camp, sweeping away all the scent of medicine in the camp, leaving the people who came out to find the source of the scent of medicine in a daze.Seeing this scene, Master Sujin couldn't help but feel funny, "Everyone is letting you mess with this, and your curiosity will only get higher."

"Then make them curious."

Daojun Ying'an said in a wicked way, "No matter how they guess, they will never guess the source of this elixir."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it." Don't look at how calm Daojun Sujin is now.

The moment she smelled the eighth-grade elixir, she was shocked.

I heard earlier that the other party was a sixth-grade alchemist.

How long has it been since then to become the eighth grade? !

Sujin Daojun said with emotion: "It is so easy to break through alchemy now. Ying An, do you want to study it too? I remember you have been studying it for a while."

"puff--"

Daojun Ying An just took a sip of tea and spit it out, "No, thank you for thinking so highly of me."

Damn what a breakthrough, the Four Arts of Cultivators value talent the most.

Daojun Ying'an happens to be the one who has no talent for alchemy. He has been studying it for hundreds of years and has not been able to understand it. So far, he can barely refine a few fourth-grade elixirs.

Compared with a certain little monster, it is not a world at all.

Xie Jiuniang, who was in her residence, knew nothing about the commotion caused by the fragrance of Danxiang in the camp.

At this time, she was taking out two eighth-grade pills from the alchemy furnace and placing them into a high-level pill bottle.

"Congratulations, master, you have finally become an eighth-grade alchemist!" Sword Spirit said excitedly, "It's not easy. It's been more than half a year, wow."

Xie Jiuniang hummed lightly.

If you talk about shit, you definitely haven’t finished talking about it.

Sure enough, Sword Spirit informed her of the new information, "Zhenjun Mu Hong failed twice. Now he has given up on refining alchemy three times and is going to break through to become a god instead."

"Oh."

Xie Jiuniang's reaction was cold.

During this period of time, she was fully aware of how difficult it was to break through to the eighth-level alchemy master. With her incredible ability and knowing the detailed steps of alchemy, it still took her more than seven months to succeed.

During her precognition, she failed tens of thousands of times.

After constantly summing up the experience of failure, I finally succeeded.

Of course, in the process of failure, Xie Jiuniang still learned a lot, especially the knowledge that the seventh-grade alchemist lacked, which she completely consolidated.

Now she can not only refine seventh-grade Xuanmai Dan, but also other seventh-grade pills, with a success rate of 90.00%.

She didn't say there was a [-]% success rate, but she, Xie Jiuniang, was humble enough.

At this time, Sword Spirit asked in surprise: "Why aren't you surprised at all?"

"I wanted to break through to the ninth level, but I just failed twice. What's wrong?" Xie Jiuniang thought that she had failed tens of thousands of times to break through to the eighth level, and she didn't want to speak.

If there wasn't a way to cheat, how many spiritual plants would have been wasted?
From this point alone, Xie Jiuniang knew that her talent in alchemy was far inferior to that of real alchemy masters such as Zhenjun Mu Hong.Her greatest reliance is the ability to predict the time treasure leaves.

Without this ability, it would be impossible for her to break through to the eighth-level alchemy master in such a short period of time.

You must know that high-level spiritual plants are limited.

It's not easy to get enough elixirs of the eighth or ninth grade.

Therefore, high-level spiritual plants cannot be used by alchemists to spend unlimited amounts of money. Just like Zhenjun Mu Hong, every time he refines high-quality elixirs, he has to prepare them for a long time.

Moreover, the reason why Zhenjun Mu Hong failed twice was not because of his insufficient alchemy skills, but because of his insufficient spiritual consciousness.

Why is it so difficult to break through the ninth level alchemy master?
First of all, the point of spiritual consciousness has blocked all the elixir cultivation of Nascent Soul.