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Wei State, Hongye Ridge.

Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on the futon, with a large number of refining materials placed in front of him, and he was refining.

Ye Lin stayed at Hongye Ridge the whole time and never left, which made Wang Changsheng breathe a sigh of relief.

If Ye Lin ran away, he would really feel a little distressed. After all, he was a third-tier high-rank formation mage.

The demon clan attacked. I don't know when this battle will be fought. Before the Taiyi Immortal Sect has spoken, Wang Changsheng did not dare to retreat and cultivate.

The entire Wei Kingdom is the territory of the Taiyi Immortal Sect. They must obey the orders of the Taiyi Immortal Sect. It is impossible for the Taiyi Immortal Sect to send all the disciples to the front line. They must be recruited from the affiliated forces. If Wang Changsheng is closed, it is very likely that the entire family The Foundation Establishment monks were dispatched to the front line.

If all the cultivators who were recruited from the pill form escaped the recruiting under the pretext of seclusion, wouldn't it depend entirely on the Taiyi Immortal Sect to defend against the demon clan? Of course not.

Whether it is a blessing or a curse, there is no way to avoid it. Wang Changsheng intends to improve the refining level as soon as possible. Now his success rate in refining the prototype of the magic weapon has increased a lot.

Qinglian Villa, in a secret room, Wang Qiuyan was sitting on a futon, with a three-legged alchemy furnace submerged in flames in front of him, and the air was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance.

Wang Qingqi stood aside and said nothing.

After a while, Wang Qiuyan made a pinch, and the flames dissipated.

He opened the alchemy furnace and saw that there were three pale blue pills lying inside, exuding a fragrance.

"Fourth Uncle, I succeeded, I finally succeeded."

Wang Qiuyan said with some excitement that he learned alchemy from Wang Qingqi since he was a child. Before he established the foundation, he was a first-order high-grade alchemist. After the foundation was established, and under Wang Qingqi's patient guidance, he failed several times and successfully refined a pot of second-order alchemy. Medicine.

Wang Qingqi is also very happy, to be able to train a second second-order alchemist for the family, which is something to be proud of.

He walked to the alchemy furnace, picked up a blue pill between his fingers, checked it carefully for a while, and threw it into his mouth.

"Yes, when I was refining the Qingyue Pill, I didn't have such a high success rate, but you don't have a good grasp of the heat. The quality of this potion is not very good, and it can be sold on the market, but it is a commodity. Compared with the three, over time, customers will go to other medicine stores to buy, you need to pay attention to the heat."

Wang Qingqi said objectively.

"Yes, Fourth Uncle."

Wang Qingqi patted Wang Qiuyan on the shoulder and said with relief: "Qiu Xin, you have to work hard, your starting point is much better than that of the fourth uncle. Back then, when the fourth uncle refined the Qingyue Pill, he had to explore all by himself and failed ten times. It took me a few times to succeed, I am now a second-order high-grade alchemist, and I will instruct you to refine second-grade low-grade medicinal herbs, and your success rate will be higher, the future of the family depends on you, and the fourth uncle is old."

Wang Qiuyan bowed to Wang Qingqi, and said sincerely, "My nephew can have what he is today, all thanks to the careful guidance of the fourth uncle, and the labor of the fourth uncle."

"Silly boy, what are you talking about! You become a second-order alchemist, you can help me share the burden, let's work together to help the family train a third second-order alchemist, take a rest, and continue refining the Qingyue Pill, Call it hot forging, and increase the success rate of Dan."

"Yes, Fourth Uncle."

In a secluded courtyard, Wang Qingyun was instructing Wang Qiuling to refine the second-order talisman.

Wang Qingyun is currently on the fourth floor of the foundation building, and can refine eight second-order talismans and second-order low-grade flying talismans. She is keen on the art of talismans, and she is not too concerned about cultivation.

Wang Qiuling began to learn the art of refining tools, but after learning for half a month, she lost interest in refining tools and switched to the art of talisman. technique.

After the foundation was established, Wang Qiuling began to learn how to make second-order talismans with Wang Qingyun.

Holding a cyan rune pen, Wang Qiuling stared at a rune paper in front of her, with dozens of red runes already on it.

A quarter of an hour later, the last red rune fell, and a burst of red light flashed across the rune paper. The aura flowed indefinitely, emitting a faint wave of fire aura.

Wang Qiuling breathed a sigh of relief and said excitedly, "Wu Gu, I succeeded, I finally succeeded."

Wang Qingyun smiled slightly and praised: "Yes, much better than me, but you have to keep working hard, I think when you drew the thirty-seventh and fifty-sixth runes, it was a little rough, and it was almost refining. fail."

"Understood, Fifth Aunt, I will try my best."

Wang Qiuling agreed with a smile, put a blank talisman paper in front of her, the talisman was dipped in cinnabar sand, and dropped the pen.

In a certain secret room, Wang Qiuxin sat cross-legged on a futon, with a huge red fireball in front of him, and Wang Changhuan pointed at him.

Wang Qiuxin is currently on the third floor of the foundation building. He is a second-order low-grade tool refiner and a second-order low-grade puppet maker. Wang Qingqing taught him to refine puppet beasts, and Wang Changhuan taught him to refine magic tools.

Wang Changhuan is now one hundred and forty years old, with five floors of foundation building. He was promoted to the foundation building stage earlier than Wang Qingshan, but he spent 20 years revising the "Tianyan Collection" halfway through, otherwise he would have been promoted to the foundation building stage long ago. Base six.

Wang Qingqi, Wang Qingyun, and Wang Changhuan all have no fighting skills. They are technical talents. In addition to practicing, they also take time to teach the younger generation of the family. A family depends on passing down from generation to generation. If the inheritance is broken, the decline of the family is only a matter of time.

After a while, Wang Qiuxin finished the trick, the flames dissipated, and a golden hammer appeared in front of them.

The aura of the hammer continued to circulate, and there were faint spiritual patterns emerging.

"Finally, it's a success, the golden hammer of the mid-grade magic weapon."

Wang Qiuxin said with a smile on his face.

He prefers heavy instruments, such as hammers, bricks, and seals.

"That's right, but when you refine your utensils, can you stop eating~www.readwn.com~ It's easy to get distracted."

Wang Changhuan said earnestly, pointing to the dozen or so jujube stones scattered on the ground.

When Wang Changxing passed away, he told Wang Changhuan to take good care of Wang Qiuxin. The merit points accumulated by the father and son of Wang Changxing and Wang Qingze, Wang Qiuxin made a little effort, and he accumulated the merit points that were exchanged for the foundation building pill, and the foundation was successfully established.

Like Wang Changyue, he likes delicious food, but Wang Changyue doesn't get fat no matter what he eats, and Wang Qiuxin has been fat since he was a child. When he was a child, he often went to Wang Qingzhi's residence for a meal.

Wang Qiuxin smiled shyly and said, "Uncle Eight, have something to eat to help you concentrate."

Wang Changhuan sighed and said, "How many times have I told you, you are still the same, forget it, let's go! As long as you don't delay the refining, it's fine, the uncle is old, and the family will depend on the younger generation of you in the future. You can make a middle-grade magic weapon, but don’t be proud, work harder, and don’t delay your cultivation, understand?”

"Grandson remembers the teachings of the eighth uncle."

Wang Qiuxin nodded and said sincerely.

"Okay, that's it for today. I'm going back to rest. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

"Uncle Eight, I'll take you off."

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