Because of the problem of carrying spiritual energy and taking pills, the appearance and age of monks are often not proportional. Therefore, the last thing to do in judging a person in the world of cultivating immortals is to judge a person by their appearance. What is the attribute of Gu Caiyi's spiritual root, Luo Chen doesn't know. But when he was chatting with Bai Meiling, he asked others about their age. He remembered that Gu Caiyi was thirty-seven years old. The thirty-seven-year-old Qi Refining Level 8 is neither good nor bad, and his aptitude should not be bad, but he is not particularly good, otherwise he would have been included in the sect long ago. But recently, I haven't seen him for just a few days, and the other party has actually broken through to the ninth level of Qi Refining. This surprised Luo Chen very much. "How did you do it, did you take the panacea?" "Hey, you really hit the spot."
Gu Caiyi pursed her lips, "I don't know why recently, there are many new faces in Dahefang, and there are many foundation-building monks among them." "Zhong Ding's house and our Tianxiang Building are the places where they come and go most frequently." "Precious elixirs to us Qi-refining cultivators are not worth mentioning in the eyes of foundation-establishing cultivators. We danced a new dance earlier to please a great cultivator in the late stage of foundation-establishing, and he rewarded a bottle of it at random. Come down with the Chenchen Pill." Luo Chen's eyes widened, "Huachen Pill!" "It seems that you are not ignorant!" Of course Luo Chen wouldn't be that stupid, he didn't even know about Huachen Pill. This is the top grade elixir in the Qi refining period, which has the effect of transforming the world into dust. A medicinal pill is several times more powerful than a medicinal pill of the same rank! The price is ten times higher! Even when the low-level monks couldn't find the Foundation Establishment Pill, they would use the Chenchen Pill to try to break through the Foundation Establishment Stage. Although the effect is not as good as Foundation Establishment Pill, it is more or less effective. "We got a bottle of Chenchen Pill, and each of us got one. As the lead dancer, I got two." Gu Caiyi smiled complacently: "I've been staying in Yuyi Building for the past two days, and with these two pills, I broke through to the ninth floor of Qi Refining." "Are you still recruiting in Tianxiang Building?" Luo Chen's tone was sour, his eyes were red with envy. "What are you going to do, be a turtle?" "What nonsense, I have been versatile since I was a child, and I am good at singing and dancing!" "Forget it, stop joking." Gu Caiyi straightened her expression, "I just wanted to tell you that something might happen in Dahefang City recently, so many strange monks came here. Be careful when you go in and out, don't offend Someone who shouldn't be offended." Luo Chen nodded heavily. Foreign monks are the most dreaded. They are not here at all, and they don't care much about the rules of Dahefang.
Sometimes he killed people in a fit of anger, and then fled thousands of miles away, and the resident monks of the Jade Cauldron Sword Sect couldn't care. In the dead of night, Luo Chen remembered what happened during the day, and his mood was complicated. Others easily broke through to the ninth level of Qi Refining, only one step away from establishing the foundation. And he was still struggling on the fourth level of Qi Refining. The huge gap really makes people feel a little uncomfortable under the forced smile. But aside from being sour, Luo Chen was still happy for Gu Caiyi. This woman has taken good care of him since he moved here. Usually when I come in and out, I will say hello, so that I, a little transparent in the world of cultivating immortals, have a sense of presence. When he learned of his predicament in alchemy equipment, he also used his contacts to connect him with a high-quality and cheap alchemy furnace. Now that Gu Caiyi has made a breakthrough, he should be happy for her. "However, I can't slack off." "These days of ease these days seem to have drained my energy." "Gu Caiyi's aptitude must be better than mine, and they are still working hard to earn resources for cultivation. And I'm just a five-spirit root monk, and my lifespan is only a few decades, and even my Qi Yang Pill has only one left. bottle." "What qualifications do I have to live a leisurely life?" Starting tomorrow, we must work harder! Brand new den room. Ziyun Copper Furnace, a magic weapon dedicated to alchemy. Reached the second level of proficiency in Zhongmiaowan alchemy. There has never been a better start! Everything is ready, just need to start a fire! Luo Chen looked solemn, skillfully played a fireball technique, and lit the firewood placed in the fire pit. The flames were raging, rising up, and in a short while, the small alchemy room was burned with heat waves. Being in it, Luo Chen didn't seem to feel it, but put the processed medicinal materials into the alchemy furnace one by one. Not only that, but he pinched the Ling Jue with his hand to activate the Ziyun Copper Furnace. The simple lines carved on it emit a slight light, as if they are breathing. Even though Ziyun Copper Furnace is only a low-grade magic weapon, it has stepped into the threshold of magic weapon after all. It is much better than the low-quality spiritual iron pot that I used to use before. Luo Chen focused his attention on the changes in the medicinal materials in the copper furnace, and the spiritual eyes had already been blessed on his eyes.
Even if there is an obstacle, he can still detect the changes in the aura flow inside. Not only that, but he also opened the furnace cover from time to time and stirred the materials inside with a wooden stick to avoid sticking to the bottom. Soon, it was noon. It's also time to fire up the oven. The fire has been extinguished for half an hour, and the temperature of the furnace has gradually dropped. "rise!" Pinching the spirit formula with his hand, he has reached the proficient level of traction technique, grasping the furnace cover with residual heat from the air, and slowly lifting it up. A strange fragrance spread out, mixed with a touch of burnt beard. With the blessing of spiritual eyesight, Luo Chen watched from afar, frowning slightly. The first batch of Zhongmiao Wan failed. This is a predictable thing, everything is new, no matter how much preparatory work is done, it is impossible to ensure 100% success. Without any frustration, Luo Chen took a shovel and scooped out the medicine dregs inside. After a simple cleaning, he left the alchemy room. As soon as Fu came out, even though it was noon, he still felt a refreshing coolness. The temperature difference between the Dan room temperature and the outside temperature is too great. By this time, Luo Chen would rather miss Sun Shou. Not much else to say, in the absence of conditions to cool down, this inverted room at the center of suppressing the ghost king brought him a little bit of coolness. "Cook, take a shower, continue in the afternoon!" After steaming the rice, he came to the corner of the yard and imitated Gu Caiyi to fetch a bucket of water from the well with the traction technique. Crash! Pour it directly on Jing Chi's body. "Comfortable!" Luo Chen could not help but groaned. I didn't feel it when I was engrossed inside, but after I came out, I realized that the alchemy room was simply a big furnace. "It should be a problem with my design and materials, otherwise it wouldn't be so hot." "It would be great if a disciple of Ailao Mountain could design a pill room for me." After fantasizing for a while, Luo Chen shook his head amusedly. Where can I get Lingshi to ask a disciple of a famous sect to design a pill room for him!
The appearance fee, I'm afraid it will start at a thousand or eight hundred! After a simple lunch, Luo Chen gritted his teeth and entered the alchemy room. Second furnace, start refining! "Is Ronaldinho at home?" "Busy, sister Caiyi, is there something wrong?" "It's okay, you should be busy first!" "Alchemy again!" "No way, life forces it." "Look at what you said is pitiful, my sister brought you a box of green yuan cake, eat it while it's hot." "Let's put it outside first, I really can't get away, I'm going to turn to the main material soon." "Then I'll go first, and come out to chat when I'm done." In the afternoon, Luo Chen sat in front of the well in a daze, looking haggard. Gu Caiyi walked out the door and happened to see this scene. She frowned and walked to the side, "Luo Chen, what's the matter with you recently?" "It's nothing, it's just daily alchemy." Luo Chen woke up, rubbed his eyes, and stood up quickly. "It's nothing, just look at your face." The mana circulated, and the remaining water traces on the ground merged into a water mirror. Luo Chen looked down and saw that his eyes were red and swollen, bags under his eyes were thick, and his lips were dry and cracked. The long, disheveled hair had long since escaped from the tied headband, and it was stuck to the face in a mess. At first glance, it looks like a month of overtime work in front of the computer in the previous life. Was it caused by the high temperature of the alchemist? Luo Chen is not sure, in the past ten days of alchemy, he tried his best to make two furnaces a day. The success rate is barely there, and it has not fully reached the expected 20% success rate, but it is much better than the previous entry stage. It is the magic weapon for alchemy, which needs to be taken care of with spiritual eyes all the time. It not only consumes spiritual energy, but also hurts the eyes, especially if you pay attention to it for a long time, you will be very tired. Not wanting to show timidity in front of women, Luo Chen changed the subject casually. His eyes subconsciously fell on Gu Caiyi's arm, a white and transparent gauze was draped over it. "Is this a newly purchased magic weapon?"
"You have vision!" Gu Caiyi raised her gauze and said in high spirits, "It's a top-grade defensive magic weapon from a foundation-builder monk named Fei Bowen." Luo Chen was taken aback. A high-grade magic weapon, or a defensive attribute? This thing, someone is willing to give it away? He couldn't help asking: "Are all the monks who established the foundation so rich? Why is this magic weapon worth four or five thousand spirit stones?" Gu Caiyi pursed her lips and smiled, "Ordinary foundation-building cultivators are indeed not rich, and they may even be stingier than our casual cultivators. But Fei Bowen is different." "Huh? How to say?"