Han Sanqian was so stunned that he almost suffocated.

Invincible.

The underside of the cauldron was completely scorched black, and it was a black thing, it was... It was so embarrassing.

"It's really embarrassing who made this stuff.'

Han Sanqian was a little speechless.

People's pills, once the cauldron is opened, the golden light in the cauldron must be shining, and the pills are distinct, with bursts of fragrance.

On the other hand, Han Sanqian's is just a large black lacquer, forming a lump of its own, not to mention that there are circles, even if you want to find a similar arc on this lump, you can't find it.

As for the golden light, it has been completely replaced by blackness, and the fragrance can't be found at all, only an incomparably pungent smell remains.

"Why!"

It's right not to have hope, at least not so much despair...

Shaking his head speechlessly, Han Sanqian was not even in the mood to pick it up with his hands, he felt disgusted himself.

With a movement of the jade sword in his hand, Han Sanqian suddenly forked the thing, and suddenly felt like playing with cow dung when he was a child, but this thing is much bigger than cow dung.

"Try it?" Han Sanqian looked at the thing on the sword and fell into a dilemma for a while.

Eat it, this thing is too unappetizing, but why don't you eat it, it seems that it is not suitable for you not to try the things you practice.

After all, I spent a lot of top-level medicinal materials to refine it, and I also spent so much of my true energy. It seems too wasteful to eat it without trying it.

"Grass, the alchemy I made by myself, I have to taste it even when I cry." Closing his eyes, Han Sanqian directly clasped it with his hand, and then put it in his mouth.

After only a little bit of babbling, Han Sanqian immediately vomited it out.

It's not that Han Sanqian can't bear it, but it's really his body's subconscious resistance and reflection.

"Damn it, what the hell is this, isn't it too unpalatable?"

Han Sanqian looked at the scum spit out on the ground, and was speechless for a while.

Even the dirt, in terms of Han Sanqian's endurance, is actually not hard to swallow, but this stuff is even worse than dirt.

There is even a very strange smell in it.

"At first, I said I would make do with it, but now it seems that I really don't give any hope. As long as the taste of this thing, pigs won't eat it." Throw it away, and Han Sanqian threw that black thing out.

With a muffled bang, it obediently went to its corner.

Accompanied by this violent fall, the basic shape of the tuo was also dropped without edges or corners.

But just when Han Sanqian was about to make a fresh start, out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a flash of light in Na Tuo's gadget.

Han Sanqian realized that there seemed to be something wrong, frowned and stared back again.

Sure enough, under the forceful fall, the thing was already cracked all around, and in the center of the crack, something was shining.

"What?" Han Sanqian accelerated to the corner, squatted down, and after cleaning up the surrounding things, a thing about the size of an egg, which seemed round but not round, and seemed oval but not oval, appeared in Han San. Qian's eyes.

Although to a certain extent, it is indeed a bit of a headache to use a large amount of things to refine a finished product the size of an egg. As long as you are not a prodigal, you will not be able to do this kind of thing, but anyway, it is better than nothing. JrNovels.com