"Senior, what's the matter?"

"Could it be, is this really fate?" Looking at his palm, Han Xiao seemed to be speaking to Han Sanqian, but also to himself. Before Han Sanqian could speak, he hurriedly entered The inner hall on the side.

Just when Han Sanqian didn't know why, and was about to go inside to look for Han Xiao, Han Xiao had already come out, holding a yellowed and moldy old book in his hand, reading it while walking, and looking up from time to time Looking at Han Sanqian.

Han Sanqian was completely confused by Zhang Er's monk, and stood there blankly, at a loss.

After a while, Han Xiao heaved a sigh of relief, closed the book, and stared at Han Sanqian motionlessly, making Han Sanqian feel ashamed.

"Senior, what's the matter?" Han Sanqian couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't help asking again.

Han Xiao didn't answer, looking at Han Sanqian's melancholy expression, he suddenly relaxed, and then his face was covered with a wry smile.

"Fate, fate, it's really fate." Han Xiao looked at the black spot on his palm again, shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Senior..." Han Sanqian was very depressed, what exactly is Han Xiao doing? What fate?

Han Xiao ignored Han Sanqian. After looking at his palms, he murmured and looked up at the roof, as if he was meditating on something. After a while, he smiled resignedly, looked at Han Sanqian, and said: " It is nothing new for Han Sanqian to make the Double Dragon Cauldron, but how to refine all kinds of materials to the limit to make top-level pills is the way of the king in this world."

Han Sanqian nodded suspiciously and said, "Senior, I understand."

"So, do you want to master this kingly technique?"

Han Sanqian naturally thinks very much. After all, what Han Sanqian is currently lacking is the art of alchemy. This is the simplest, fastest, and most brutal method of self-improvement, and it is even the dream of many people in the world. Because the threshold for materials and refining technology is too high, many people can often spy on it, but they cannot enter.

Otherwise, how could various sects and sects pay all kinds of elixir needed for cultivation as wages? This is enough to show its importance. In a sense, it is even a common currency, so the difficulty of making it is naturally very difficult.

Han Sanqian spent so much money, so he only bought some materials, but he wanted to refine them into panacea for repairing. Han Sanqian hadn't thought about when he would get there. Stock up first, and plan later.

After all, the basic technique of cultivating elixirs is already a very difficult technique, and it is even more difficult if you want to use various materials to the limit. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a kingly technique.

"Senior, I think about it very much, but in the eight directions world, among the things that can be concocted by human beings, the art of alchemy is the most precious, so how can I just think about it." Han Sanqian smiled wryly.

Various schools and sects, including the Nihility Sect where Han Sanqian stayed at the beginning, all the pills needed were distributed by the sect's fixed quota, and outsiders could not get in touch with the technology of alchemy, so it is conceivable how cherished it is.

Even in some aspects, the quality of alchemy is one of the necessary factors to determine the size of a sect.

Therefore, alchemists, cherish strangeness.

"It's fine if you're willing to learn." Han Xiao smiled slightly, and then, he bent over and rushed towards Han Sanqian suddenly, with a strong force on his feet, he came in front of Han Sanqian, grabbed Han Sanqian's hand and pulled up his sleeve , Stroking his hands from the elbows, down to the palms, Han Sanqian suddenly felt the veins on his arms straighten up and turn black.

"Alchemists, from the yin to the poison, from the yang to the pure, need to be integrated, need to be crazy and persistent, and need to have a heart like still water." After Han Xiao finished speaking, he put down Han Sanqian's hand, and put his two fingers on Han Sanqian's nose, ears, and eyes. Suddenly tapped, and Han Sanqian suddenly glowed red in three places.

"The art of alchemy is about extracting various characteristics of materials and kneading them into a new characteristic. Therefore, the eyes must be sharp, the ears must be sharp, and the nose must be sharp, in order to do the best at the best moment. The choice, after I help you understand it, you can use the three spirits at the same time."

Then, Han Xiao suddenly turned around behind Han Sanqian, and with a palm in his hand, it was directly printed on Han Sanqian's back. Han Sanqian suddenly became like last time, and countless pictures flashed in his mind. More importantly, Yes, this time, a warm force entered from behind and poured into Han Sanqian's acupuncture points.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Han Xiao suddenly flew upside down and hit the ground a few meters away. With a puff, blood spurted out of his mouth.

Han Sanqian ran over anxiously and helped him up: "Senior, are you okay?"

Although Han Xiao vomited blood, he still couldn't hold back his smile: "I have spent my whole life to open the three-way veins and the tendons of the hundred spirits for you. You still call me senior? Han Sanqian, aren't you too bad?" Do you know what it means to respect a teacher?"

Hearing this, Han Sanqian was stunned. What Han Xiao did just now was to use his whole life's cultivation to open up his meridians?

"Senior..." Han Sanqian was taken aback for a moment, and then wondered: "But Han Sanqian already has a master..." JrNovels.com