Qiu Zhifeng hurriedly chased after him, "Hey, nephew Yun, wait a minute, you can go as soon as you go, why did you take this petal too? You just stay and let me continue to study it!"

That's right, the moment Yun Wuya turned around, he didn't forget to use his spiritual power to take away the small piece of petal in Qiu Zhifeng's hand.

Qiu Zhifeng was puzzled. Although he couldn't see what kind of flower slices this was for a while, he thought about it for a few days, and maybe he knew, why did he take it away?

Looking at the entire Dayan Sword Sect, who knows the spirit grass in this world better than him?

As an alchemist, you need to familiarize yourself with the "Collections of Plants and Trees" when you first get started. You must master all the shapes, habits, and medicinal properties of each type of spiritual grass.

And the alchemy master who likes to research and invent new medicine pills like him, the "Plant and Trees Collection" written by the ancestors of the cultivation world, was almost smashed by him.

Yun Wuya lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the small piece of petals twisted between his two fingers.

The scent left on the petals was already too faint to smell.

He explained, "I want to keep this petal for my own research. Today, Master Qiu will pretend that I haven't been there."

"I said, Martial Nephew Yun, you're bluffing me, although I didn't see what kind of flower this is, but the petals are thick and juicy, and it looks like a huge flower, you leave this piece for me, and I'll go back and look at it again. Then just cut a piece from the flower, are you missing such a small piece?"

Yun Wuya immediately stared at him with a pair of bottomless eyes, seeing Qiu Zhifeng shaking all over.

What kind of look is this, dare to look at him with this look, do you still want the panacea that he made by himself?

The Dayan Sword Sect was not all handsome and dignified monks, but Xue Yuefeng, the alchemy master who was sitting in the alchemy hall in front of him, was an ordinary little old man.

The little old man stood next to Yun Wuya in Zhilan Yushu, and he didn't lose his momentum.

Yun Wuya withdrew the sight that seemed to be offended, and her voice was the usual cold and unwavering, "This flower may have given birth to spiritual wisdom, and cultivated spiritual consciousness, smart and cautious, I will need its cooperation in the future, You can't bully this flower."

Qiu Zhifeng twitched the corners of his mouth, "For such a big flower, you only need to cut a small piece of the fingernail. Even if you give birth to spiritual wisdom, it will not hurt or itch."

Yun Wuya didn't respond to this, instead he remembered something, and his voice changed abruptly, "Master Qiu, give me a few muscle-building and bone-building pills."

As a sword cultivator, he was arrogant and seldom took supplementary medicines such as elixir, so there were very few other elixir in his storage space except the tonic elixir that could replenish spiritual power at any time.

Qiu Zhifeng heard the words, and combined with the previous words, he squeezed his thick and black eyebrows in the middle, "What is the purpose of the muscle-building pill? Do you want to feed this flower?"

Yun Wuya didn't speak, at this moment silence is better than sound.

Qiu Zhifeng's beard trembled, "No! Ask someone else to go! It's an intermediate-grade medicinal pill, no matter whether it is low-grade, intermediate-grade or high-grade, all medicinal pills made by Lao Tzu are high-grade, high-grade muscle-building and bone-building pills, you have to give one. Flower eat, you can think of it!"

"I heard that Uncle Qiu is refining the Longevity Pill that is above the Nascent Soul Realm and can also increase life expectancy. There is an urgent need for a large amount of dragon scale grass."

The higher the cultivator's realm, the smaller the effect of medicinal pills. For example, this ordinary longevity elixir can prolong the life of cultivators below the golden elixir realm, but if it is above Nascent Soul, it will have no obvious effect.

What Qiu Zhifeng wanted to refine was the upgraded version of the longevity pill that this high-level cultivator could take.

However, the harder it is to refine the medicinal pill, the lower the success rate and the more materials it needs.

Before Yun Wuya could finish a sentence, Qiu Zhifeng quickly stuffed a bottle of muscle-building bone-building pill into his hand, and said with a smile, "Junior nephew Yun, I will trouble you, uncle, I need at least twenty A dragon scale grass."

If other disciples were present, they would definitely stare at this little old man with a big lion's mouth.

Dragon scale grass is very difficult to find, and the place where it grows is often guarded by the extremely poisonous dragon scale green snake.

This snake is extremely venomous, even a Jindan cultivator can easily be poisoned, and the venom can be sprayed several meters away.

What's more difficult to do is that once the stems and leaves of the dragon scale grass are destroyed, the medicinal properties will be greatly reduced, but the poisonous snake is coiled on the stems and leaves of the dragon scale grass, and it is almost inseparable.

If you want to pick the dragon scale grass, you must find a way to distract the dragon scale green snake coiled on its stems and leaves.

In short, this spirit grass is extremely difficult to pick.

It is very difficult to find a single dragon scale grass and completely harvest it. How could Shishu Qiu ask Senior Brother Yun to pick twenty plants for him?

In the Dayan Sword Sect, if one is thick-skinned, the little old man Xue Yuefeng of the Alchemy Hall ranks second, and probably no one can rank first.

After all, other sword cultivators are taciturn and indifferent like Yun Wuya, and once a dispute arises, they will directly draw their swords and speak.

However, at this time, even when he heard the other party's request, Yun Wuya just glanced at the little old man lightly, then nodded in response, "Send it to Master Qiu in a month."

When Qiu Zhifeng heard the words, he suddenly turned into a wretched little old man. He rubbed his hands together, smiled and said, "I'll be waiting for Shishu."

Yun Wuya nodded, as if he had thought of something again, and spread his hands towards him, "I heard that Master Qiu left the customs this time, and successfully refined a top-grade washing elixir, why don't you give me one."

Qiu Zhifeng jumped back instantly, "Your uncle, I only made such a pot in seventy-seven-forty-nine years of seclusion, and this pot only made six, so you actually want to split one?

What's more, you are a very pure single water spirit root, and it is useless to ask for this spirit cleansing pill! "

As the name suggests, the Spirit Washing Pill is an elixir that washes away the miscellaneous spirit roots in a monk's body.

The more complex the spiritual roots, the lower the purity, the harder it is to get close to the five elements of this world, and the more difficult it is to cultivate.

If the small proportion of the miscellaneous spiritual roots can be washed away, and only one or two kinds of spiritual roots are left, then it is a great thing that disciples with waste spiritual roots such as three or two, four spiritual roots, or even five spiritual roots dream of!

Before Qiu Zhifeng's retreat, several cold-faced elders in Dayan Sword Sect had already ordered a Spirit Washing Pill very "kindly".

Of course, the elders are high-level cultivators, and it is useless to ask for this elixir, they are asking for their disciples.

Of the six high-grade elixir, four have been reserved, and only two are Qiu Zhifeng's own.

So, how could Qiu Zhifeng be willing to hand it over so easily?

Those old ice cubes have a higher cultivation base than him, and they promised a lot of benefits, and they are willing to exchange other treasures, but why is Yun Wuya?

This little nephew, relying on his good aptitude and high understanding, is really outrageous, and the autumn wind has hit his uncle.

Yun Wuya glanced at him looking at Suosuo, and said calmly, "I heard that Master Qiu's alchemy treasure cauldron had a gap a hundred years ago. Last time I went out to practice, I happened to find a thousand-year-old black iron."

When Qiu Zhifeng heard this, his face changed instantly, his face blossomed with a smile, and he changed his words: "Junior nephew Yun, I thought about it, it's useless for me to keep this elixir, it's better to give you one. !"