Although Yan Wudao looked a bit fierce, he was the kind of person with a relatively pure mind.

When he was about to walk to the ancient tomb following Liu Zhengyang, Liu Zhengyang turned around with a smile: "Have you thought about it?"

"Yes!"

Yan Wudao responded briefly, and then Liu Zhengyang didn't say much. After returning to the cemetery, he settled down and began to retreat and concoct alchemy.

Li Yuqing is a smart person, and now she is almost squatting beside Tang Yuting and staring at the test data of the Terminator robot.

In order to get the first data is also a fight.

Fortunately, Jiang Xueqin is watching over the cooperation, and Liu Zhengyang is not worried about other issues.

Xiao Duomi was a little reluctant to give up, but she was also a sensible child, and the old man Zhu and the others valued Xiao Duomi very much now, and had taught Xiao Duomi some basic common sense of cultivation.

With Xiao Duomi's physical condition, opening a shackle is almost a certainty.

After closing the door, Liu Zhengyang sat in front of the alchemy furnace again.

It's just that this time, Liu Zhengyang's spiritual power has soared, and he can clearly feel the process of refining the pills in the pill furnace.

Originally, the low-level medicinal pills that had to be refined in order to find the hand feeling were successful, and the quality was higher, and the pill yield rate was also extremely high.

"I see!"

Liu Zhengyang seems to understand why high-level medicinal pills can only be refined by high-level warriors.

If it is a low-level medicinal pill, it can still be successfully refined with experience and the number of refining times, but it is not the case with high-level medicinal pills, and almost every step has its own specific change trend.

If you can't grasp this trend with the power of the soul, it is difficult to increase or decrease the temperature at the precise time, so that the medicinal properties of the herbs can be fully exerted.

so that the refining fails.

Now that he has the control of the power of the soul, Liu Zhengyang's refining of medicinal pills can be said to be as easy as eating and drinking.

A large number of low-level medicinal herbs were successfully refined, and the entire medicinal herb room was filled with a strong medicinal scent.

"Wow! It's so fragrant!"

Xiao Duomi's eyes lit up instantly, and then biting his fingers, looking at the closed door, he guessed in his heart, could it be that Dad is researching something delicious again?

Maotu sniffed, and the strong medicinal fragrance made her demon pill have a very strong reaction.

In other words, if she sits here and cultivates, she can quickly improve her strength.

It's just that Maotu didn't dare to sit here, Zhu Lao and others next to her were staring at her every move with "ruthless" eyes!

Now Xiao Duomi has been regarded as a baby bump by Zhu Laoji, Liu Zhengyang doesn't care about Maotu, but they can't! Or in other words, as an old-fashioned powerhouse, he detests everything related to demons.

However, they couldn't disobey Liu Zhengyang's orders, but they were still very wary of Maotu.

"It seems that the alchemy technique of the young master has increased a lot!"

Mei Lazi said with emotion, and then a strange smile appeared on his face: "Old Zhu, we don't need to save this wine in the future!"

Several people are fond of drinking, and the medicinal wine they concoct is also a unique secret system.

But where did their methods come from? Of course the deadwood pie! Although their improvement is said to be a little out of blue, they still know one thing in their hearts.

That is, the medicinal wine brewed by the head of the year is the real fairy brew in the world!

Their so-called improved varieties simply can't match it!