Chapter 95: Three-color panacea is too difficult to refine
Xu Kang sneered as Mo Jiuxuan pretended to be a ghost.
Even a fifth-grade alchemist cannot refine the three-color elixir. What ability can this disciple of a low-level sect have and dare to boast about refining the three-color elixir?
He pointed at Mo Jiuxuan and said to the person next to him, "I think Mo Jiuxuan looks ordinary, what can he do? It's just to win attention!"
The disciple next to him had been paying attention to the alchemy furnace. Hearing this, he saw the face behind the alchemy furnace that was seriously refining alchemy, and felt jealous in his heart.
No, I can't take my eyes away from this guy's face!
I can't go on like this, I'm a normal man!
The disciple who struggled to look away said, "It's really ordinary."
I took another look at the face of my senior brother who is usually pretty handsome, but I feel ugly today no matter how I look at it!
Not long after, black clouds appeared over the alchemy furnace, lightning flashed, and thunder rolled.
"Is it really going to happen?"
Taiqing Sect Master's face was so nervous that it almost turned into a chrysanthemum, and his eyes were staring at the dark clouds above.
Mo Jiuxuan's face was also a little distorted as he worked hard to control the flame fusion material.
No, if you do this, you won't be able to refine the three-color elixir. You have to increase the temperature to make the medicine weaker!
We must reduce the infusion of the rules of heaven and earth, otherwise we will be able to refine the nine-color elixir!
God knows how much effort and effort Mo Jiuxuan expended in order to refine the elixir that was not nine colors but the lower quality three colors at this moment, so that only the three colors halo appeared in the sky.
"Finally, it's done!"
Wiping a lot of sweat from his forehead, Mo Jiuxuan took out a three-color foundation-building pill amidst the scent of medicine.
It feels more tiring than refining ten nine-color elixirs!
"Fortunately, I live up to my fate!"
Taoist Taiqing stared at the Foundation Establishment Pill that was getting closer and closer, and stretched out his hand to grab it. Several Jindan practitioners on the side immediately held it by their necks and moved closer.
Thousands of people below were even more excited...
Being able to witness the birth of the three-color elixir will be one of the things you can brag about in the future.
Staring at the three auspicious cloud patterns on the elixir, Taoist Taiqing felt a little excited.
The three-color elixir is really the three-color elixir!
When he looked at Mo Jiuxuan, his eyes were already burning.
Why is this young man from the Wuji Sect? He got an advantage over that old bastard Xuan Qing for nothing!
"Impossible, impossible, this kid is cheating!"
Xu Kang was stunned and collapsed. He couldn't believe that he had actually refined the three-color elixir, which was known as a low-grade elixir.
"Master Taiqing, can you let me have a look?"
He stretched out his hand directly to Taoist Taiqing.
Only then did Taoist Taiqing realize that this boy from Cangzhou Xuanyin Sect seemed to have been targeting Mo Jiuxuan, and he suddenly felt unhappy with him. What's the harm in letting you see!
His words were already a little cold.
Xu Kang couldn't care about this. He went up to the stage and took the elixir and looked at it for a long time before murmuring absentmindedly, "Three Colors, it's really the Three Colors elixir."
He looked at Mo Jiuxuan like a ghost and felt that he had collapsed.
"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible! Even a fifth-grade alchemist can't refine it, how could you...?"
Is this guy crazy?
Mo Jiuxuan didn't want to talk to him.
He was only a disciple of the tenth level of Foundation Establishment, but he fell into the position of Mo Jiuxuan, the master of Qingguang Peak, the master of Lian Shen, the future number one person in Qingzhou, and a dignified monk of the twelfth level of Foundation Establishment.
He looked at Taoist Taiqing sincerely, looking as obedient as he could.
"Old sect leader, today is the grand day for the birth of Yulingzong's Xuanbao. I will not show my shame in front of you. After today's incident, I will make a few more furnaces for you."
Taoist priest Taiqing suddenly realized.
Today is the day for the Yuling Sect to show off its power, but this kid is allowed to take advantage of it, allowing the Wuji Sect to take advantage of it.
Well, for the sake of the Three-color Foundation Building Pill...this business is not a bad deal!
hehe!
"Okay, you can stay here for the next few days!"
Taoist Master Taiqing immediately said to a direct disciple, "You don't have to practice these days. I will just accompany you, Senior Brother Mo, to enjoy the scenery of the sect."
The direct disciple was a young and beautiful woman, as gorgeous as a peach and a plum, with unparalleled beauty, and she was overjoyed when she heard this.
She shyly glanced at Mo Jiuxuan and said softly, "Yes!"
I found that the direct disciple had a bad look in his eyes and wished he could eat him alive.
Mo Jiuxuan closed his eyes in pain... Damn my appearance!
"Little brother, come here!"
Someone next to me laughed.
Mo Jiuxuan turned around and looked around. There was a grey-haired old man at the first table on his right, waving to him. He looked as friendly as possible.
These two tables belong to the Shuijing Sect and the Cangyu Sword Sect.
I don’t know them, why call me?
"Masters!"
Mo Jiuxuan saluted smartly and in a proper manner.
That is, he did not dare to escape in front of Master Jin Dan.
The current Mo Jiuxuan is a rising star who possesses unique skills but is also humble and respectful, full of respect and admiration for his predecessors.
Several real people were extremely satisfied.
The gray old man smiled and said, "Come, sit down here!"
An old man next to him glanced resentfully at the master who had changed his mind and quickly stood up to give up his seat.
"This...isn't good!"
Mo Jiuxuan glanced at the old man who gave up his seat with a guilty conscience.
The old man gave up his seat and said with a smile, "I am a disciple of Master Huasheng, so it doesn't matter."
Mo Jiu
But now, I believe that you have this ability!"
Rubbing his shoulder that was about to be shattered, Mo Jiuxuan smiled and said, "Communicate with peers, communicate with peers."
Hua Sheng chuckled, "It is a good thing for young people to be modest, but being too modest is going too far! To be honest, although I am an elder of the Shuijing Sect, I also serve in the Alchemy Hall.
As for you, don’t panic, after all, I am an elder of the Shuijing Sect, and I cannot concentrate on alchemy like that old guy Lian Shen, so I want to make a long-lasting friend with you, and we can discuss alchemy together in the future.”
Mo Jiuxuan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "You get what you want."
"Well, not bad! Let me introduce you to you. This is Old Monster Mei Qingfeng of Cangyu Sword Sect. His "Feiyu Sword Technique" is famous in Qingzhou."
"I've met Master Mei!" Mo Jiuxuan saluted quickly.
"I always hear Buhui mention your name in my ears. How amazing and powerful you are. Today I finally see you in person!"
The old man dressed as a Confucian scholar stroked his beard and smiled.
"May I ask about your relationship with Brother Buhui?"
"Liu Buhui is Pindao's disciple."
Mo Jiuxuan took a long breath. He heard Liu Buhui say that his master was a well-known great sword cultivator of the Cangyu Sword Sect and had the strength of the eighth-turn golden elixir.
Mei Qingfeng smiled and said, "Buhui is lucky to have you as a friend."
Mo Jiuxuan said quickly, "Senior Brother Liu has superb swordsmanship. It is Mo Jiuxuan's blessing to have him as my friend."
Mei Qingfeng secretly liked it.
The few of them were chatting happily, but Taoist Priest Ming Lang, who was sitting dozens of feet behind, was so anxious that he looked through the autumn water with his eyes, feeling envious and jealous of his junior brother.
Feeling the blazing gazes from the crowd, Mo Jiuxuan was moved and said to Hua Sheng and Mei Qingfeng, "There is another senior brother who brought me here this time.
Thank you all seniors for your kindness, I will go back first."
Hua Sheng and Mo Jiuxuan were so excited about talking about alchemy, how could they miss the opportunity to communicate in vain, "Hey, what's the point? Just ask him to come over and sit with us, okay?"
Mo Jiuxuan said, "Isn't this against the rules?"
Mei Qingfeng smiled and said, "We cultivators, but with our true intentions, there are so many rules!"
Not long after, Taoist Master Ming Lang followed a Jian Sect disciple to the table in a nervous mood, not daring to express his anger.
It is true that Shuijing Sect and Cangyu Sword Sect are too famous. Normally, the people from these two sects are like dragons, so there is a chance to sit together.
What's more, he is Jin Dan Zhenren... a second-rate sect elder-like existence.
His ears were buzzing, and his buttocks were only touching half of the chair. Looking at his junior fellow apprentices chatting and laughing with several real people, his heart was filled with envy.
What does it mean to be calm, what does everyone mean, and what does it mean to be humble and silent?
Please look... I'm my junior brother.
Xu Kang returned to his seat, glanced at Mo Jiuxuan's back with a cold gaze, and then looked under the plaque to express his gratitude to the elders and disciples of the sect who came to watch the ceremony. A faint look of impatience appeared on his face.
The junior brother next to him whispered, "Senior brother, don't forget the business."
Xu Kang stared back in disgust, as if to say, are you teaching me how to do things?
The junior brother was shocked. He was horrified to find that his senior brother was about to wipe his neck with a knife, and he quickly lowered his head and remained silent.
At this moment, the Taiqing sect leader, who had always maintained a calm and elegant attitude, was stunned, turned back suspiciously, and looked in the direction of Qilin Garden on the back mountain.
...
Kirin Garden.
The light green and bright yellow light slowly condensed into the image of a unicorn in the main hall like wisps of flowing clouds. The unicorn seemed to be entangled with something. It kept opening its big mouth to tear and twist its body, but it could not escape the sight.
The missing web.
The four bronze statues have four haloes of yellow, green, white and blue spitting out from their mouths and shooting into the body of the unicorn formed by the light, forming a magnificent and gorgeous picture.
Mo Xiaoran and Zhao Xishan were stunned, staring blankly at Qilin, whose body was becoming more and more solid. The inaudible roar seemed to echo in their hearts, as if they came from ancient times, traveled through time and space, and were in the Yuling Sect.
Echoes echoed in the main hall on the back mountain.
"Hahaha~"
Wild and proud laughter sounded, and the middle-aged Taoist released a glass lamp with great rays of light, drawing out the essence of the Kirin image one by one.
The dazzling unicorn struggled painfully, and every time its hooves similar to deer's hooves stepped on the void, fleeting flowers would bloom under the hooves.
As the middle-aged Taoist Master chanted the mantra solemnly again, the glass lamp devoured the Kirin essence faster and faster, and the Kirin's struggling movements became weaker and weaker.
Seeing the legendary mythical beast that symbolized good luck suffering such pain, Mo Xiaoran felt inexplicably angry in his heart, and his white and weak fingers left five deep scratches on the hard bronze base.
Qilin was struggling, roaring, and whining endlessly, and its eyes were looking at the pedestal where Mo Xiaoran was hiding, with sadness in his eyes.
The purple-gold coiled dragon spear hidden in Mo Xiaoran's sea of consciousness suddenly became violent, and released its spear intention in her sea of consciousness, intending to break out of the shackles and protect Qilin.
As a result, a weak spiritual power ripple suddenly appeared in Mo Xiaoran's body...