Everyone's ears and eyes are very good, and they can talk normally even if they are hundreds of meters apart.
Hu Qing rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "It shouldn't be. Those herbs are not poisonous. Even if there is a chemical reaction, it shouldn't be. Otherwise - it will be you who are incompatible with what you ate before. What kind of incense did you smoke and what kind of tea did you drink? "
In the palace drama, several unrelated things can kill someone if they collide.
She understands.
Tang Er closed his eyes tiredly and sincerely suggested to her: "There are more than a dozen portions on the table over there that I prepared. You can go back and practice slowly by yourself, and try it yourself. Once you have the results, let us know. Me. Now, I want to retreat and recuperate, so you can take care of yourself.”
Even those who have done well for themselves have come out.
Hu Qing felt very uncomfortable: "Gan Zhong, you are the only one who believes that I can make elixirs. Are you giving up on me?"
Tang Er wanted to laugh, but his stomach hurt and he couldn't: "I'll save myself first. When I'm better, I'll talk about your problem."
The person entered the barrier again. The barrier blocked the line of sight, and Hu Qing could not see anything.
After clearing the things on the table, she walked back dejectedly. As I walked, I remembered: No, she was clearly here to understand the differences in the use of spiritual fire. Why was he inexplicably hit by alchemy? She is a weapon refiner!
Hold your head high and hold your chest high, who can be better than my sister in refining weapons?
After going back, he asked about his homework: "How is your refining going?"
Hu Nuan first said: "Mom, I refined a large iron box of ore, look."
Hu Qing looked at it, without looking through it or using his spiritual power to detect it. He just glanced at the upper level and frowned tightly.
Hu Nuan and the friends who ran over to watch couldn't help but become nervous.
After a long while, Hu Qing said: "What the hell."
This hurts his self-esteem too much, and Hu Nuan was not happy: "I am practicing very well. My master said so."
>As soon as the second half of the sentence came out, Qiao Yu, who had just come over, wanted to turn around and leave. It was late, Hu Qing's eyes came over, very dissatisfied and very picky.
Should she want to terminate the master-disciple relationship between him and Hu Nuan? Qiao Yu couldn't help but think.
Hu Qing asked Jin Xin and others to bring over everything they refined.
Everyone was worried and had a bad premonition.
Sure enough, after arranging them one by one, Hu Qing read from the first to the last one, without reading it a second time, and said: "There is no need to rank one, two or three. Your weapon refining levels are very similar. Quite unanimously - rotten."
She feels like a waste of words to comment on.
The juniors stood in a row and bowed their heads. No one was dissatisfied. They all knew Hu Qing's attainments in the art of weapons.
Hu Huahua said: "Mom, I think I have refined it to the extreme."
Hu Zhuzhu said: "That's right, I also used lightning to pass it through. It's absolutely clean."
Hu Qing gave them a big look and picked up a large ore from Hu Zhuzhu's share: "I'll make you smarter." Yes, I also used thunder power to test it. Let me ask you, what will happen if this material is contaminated by thunder power?"
"Test me. Of course I know. In the worst case, you can just make a weapon with lightning properties." Hu Zhuzhu said as if I had predicted your question, "There are so many materials, you can extract them for me It’s not like you don’t know how to make a thunder fork anyway.”
Bah, you have such a big face! Why do you have to beg me to do something to your father? You're in charge of me. Pluck all your hair!
Hu Qing kicked him up, but he had no strength. Hu Zhuzhu didn't expect that she would suddenly turn against her. She was delayed for a second and was kicked to the ground.
Everyone was shocked and tensed up their skin.
Hu Zhuzhu stood up, dissatisfied: "What did I say wrong?"
Hu Qing: "Wow, you understand so well. It's an immortal weapon with thunder attributes, right? OK, OK, you do it. Come on, come on, come on, be the weapon spirit, I promise to take care of you Refined into a top-grade immortal weapon."
Hu Zhuzhu was stunned: "You want to kill me? Okay, I know you and that monk are not good people."
Hu Qing reached out to his pocket. He grabbed his crooked chin and lifted it up. Hu Zhuzhu turned somersaults with great force and froze on the spot.
Why do you feel like a monkey?
Hooray, Hu Caicai flew in front of her face and acted coquettishly: "Mom, look at me, do I look good or not."
Hu Qing grabbed Hu Caicai's suddenly flapped wings and scolded Hu Zhuzhu: "You idiot. You send The little thunder power you put in will disappear when it rains. How about making a thunder weapon? That thunder power is useless except to hinder the crafting of the weapon and destroy the materials. It’s just rat shit in a pot of soup. "Oh, chop it a few times. Thunder becomes a thunder attribute material? The trees struck by lightning should have covered the mountains and plains long ago.
Hu Zhuzhu thought for a while before she finally figured it out. She muttered, "Then you can't hit me either."
Hu Qing had already gone to reprimand the others: "Remember, the raw materials are what they are, don't add this or that. How many seniors are not smarter than you? Huh? If you give me carvings, you have to eat stones to eat the cypress boat, right?"
It was rare for Shi Baizhou to blush, but it didn't cause him to eat. He just had itchy hands and showed them to Lin Shu.
“It depends on what you are practicing. At this level, in the fairy world, even the Kouguo people will not fight you.”
Hu Qing simply dragged Hu Zhuzhu’s box of scraps Go to the fire and say: "Look at it for me. Just follow my lead."
Everyone shivered, my mother/aunt is going to teach us her unique skills!
Hu Zhuzhu followed suit with his eyes wandering.
Hu Qing used Hu Huan's refining furnace, filled it with half the furnace, and turned it to the maximum heat.
Di Yuan smiled slightly: Her path has not changed at all after so many years.
A few of them stood behind, preparing to watch the light refiner carefully, hoping to see what Yun Zhong said.
The materials initially refined by Hu Zhuzhu are indeed very clean, considering his ability. The fierce fire melted the material, and no impurities were precipitated.
Hu Zhuzhu rubbed the tip of his nose with the back of his hand, humming.
But immediately Hu Qing kneaded it up with spiritual power and consciousness at the same time, and gradually tiny bits of impurities were discharged.
Hu Zhuzhu pursed her lips.
After the spiritual power and consciousness are removed, take it out, beat, beat, beat.
Keep beating.
Young people are confused. Is this going to be a success?
Of course not.
The beaten materials are square and square, and then put into the ground fire before burning.
“Impurities!”
“Why are there still impurities?”
Burn out a small amount of impurities.
Take it out and beat it again, keep beating it, and then burn it.
"Ah - there is more?"
"How is it possible?"
Beat it, burn it again, use your spiritual power and consciousness again, and then put it into the water. , the white steam rises.
Hu Qing raised his chin and asked them: "Do you think there are any impurities left?"
No one dared to speak. There should be no more, but I dare not say.
Hu sneered: "This is not a superior purification method. Do you want to see a superior one?"
He nodded wildly. Tell us the shortcut!
Shortcut?
Hu Qing had contempt in his eyes and a cruel smile. Everyone trembled inexplicably. Then they watched helplessly as Hu Qing took the original ore and put it directly on the ground fire to burn until it was red. He placed it on the blacksmithing table and swung the big hammer heavily, causing sparks to fly.
This time, she only used the primitive method of burning-beating-burning-beating, and with brute force, she beat a 200-kilogram raw ore down to less than 50 kilograms.
Everyone stood until their legs were numb, mechanically counting the number of times the sledgehammer fell: one hundred and eight thousand and one, one hundred and eight thousand and two. Oh my God, this is something a human can do. ? Why do you do this—asking for trouble?