The spiritual plants that Qin Ming asked for were very ordinary, and there were many of them in Jueming Pavilion.
After weighing the box, Qin Ming asked, "How many spirit stones?"
"One hundred and ninety low-grade spirit stones."
"Give you."
After paying the Lingshi, Qin Ming took his younger sister and returned directly to Qin Ming's bedroom.
"Brother, what are you going to do? You don't really want to do alchemy yourself, do you?"
"Of course, otherwise, why do you think your brother should buy these Lingzhi." Qin Ming said naturally.
Qin Qing scanned the room carefully, and said, "Brother, even if you want to make alchemy, you should prepare the alchemy furnace first, right?"
Qin Qing still knew the basic common sense of alchemy.
To refine the pill, how can there be an alchemy furnace?
But in this small room, there is no alchemy furnace at all. Isn't your brother sleeping confused?
"Who said that alchemy furnaces are necessary for alchemy?" Qin Ming said with a smile.
"Pill God's body, refining."
In an instant, a purple flame appeared in front of Qin Ming.
"Good... good... so beautiful!"
"Brother, how did you do this, can you teach me?" Qin Qing said excitedly, looking at the beautiful flame in front of her.
"No!" Qin Ming shook his head directly, then opened the box on his hand, took out the Lingzhi inside, and threw it directly toward the flame.
The spiritual plants are like well-behaved lambs, standing in line, approaching towards the purple flame.
The medicinal materials that came into contact with the flame instantly melted, turning into small liquid medicinal beads of pure color, red, green, yellow, colorful, and extremely beautiful.
Soon these medicinal materials all merged into small liquid beads, supported by invisible power, flying up and down in the air.
"Wow!" Sister Qin Qing couldn't help but was silly.
"Lian!" With Qin Ming's voice, the small medicine beads began to merge automatically, turning into small solid pills, and flew to Qin Ming's hand.
Looking at the seven-pattern Qi Gathering Pill in his hand, Qin Ming wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead.
The strength is still too bad, it takes so much effort to make a high-grade Qi Gathering Pill.
Almost...
Almost refined into a perfect Qi Gathering Pill.
If a perfect nine-pattern Qi Gathering Pill appeared in a small place like Liucheng, it would probably cause unnecessary trouble.
Fortunately, relying on the strength of the pill god, Qin Ming still refined the Qi Gathering Pill with seven patterns, but not nine patterns.
"This...this is a successful refining, this...how is it possible?" Sister Qin Ming looked at Qin Ming's pill in disbelief with her eyes wide open.
There are...
One, two, three... six, seven.
OMG!
There are seven patterns, this is the top grade pill!
Pills are divided into four categories: low-grade, middle-grade, top-grade, and perfect.
The high-grade Qi Gathering Pill is a pill used by martial masters for cultivation, and each one costs 10 middle-grade spirit stones.
That is 1,000 low-grade spirit stones.
Is it difficult to say good alchemy?
Do you need a furnace for alchemy?
"Huh... why is there a black pill?" Qin Ming didn't understand when he looked at the pitch black pill in his hand.
Logically speaking, the strength of his Divine Pill Realm was impossible to refine a failed pill.
What happened to this black pill?
Qin Ming took the pill on his nose and smelled it. The body of the pill immediately reacted to the pill, and he also knew its effect.
Upgrade the spiritual root aptitude below the middle grade spiritual root.
Upgrade your qualifications!
Qin Ming was taken aback. It was estimated that this had triggered the natural ability of the Pill God Body-there was a certain probability that a characteristic pill could be refined.
However, this ability is too strong!
This is an elixir for improving qualifications, even Qin Ming, who lived more than 10,000 years in his previous life, has never heard of it.
This ability...I like it!
