Ming Xuan looked at him and said he wanted to learn. He hesitated for a moment and patted his shoulder: "When I have time in the future, I will definitely teach you how to do it alone."
The ghost cultivator was happy. He thought about exchanging information with the other party and revealed other clues. "In fact, if you haven't reached the eighteenth floor, you have a chance to escape in the first seventeen floors. But after the eighteenth floor, it is the ghost king's territory. Those who can climb up are all masters. The ghost king is very satisfied with the situation where a group of us are fighting to the death for our lives."
The monks who can climb up will gradually kill all living targets, and then survive by relying on the things left in the mustard bags on their bodies. If no new people come, what awaits them is to be captured by the Ghost King and used as a container.
"I thought it was my turn to die, but I didn't expect you to come in."
Ye Qiao gathered the black mist into a ball and stuffed it into her son's mouth. It was obvious that the taste must be terrible, but the most suitable person to deal with this kind of mist now was Xiao Qi. She could only coax him and tell him to beat Bu Jianjun with his fists and step on KFC when they returned.
"We can only see the Ghost King after they have killed each other until only one person is left. In other words, we may have to stay in this place for a long time?" Miaomiao frowned. With so many people, no matter how many pills she had in her mustard bag, they would not be enough to sustain them for so long.
"We can refine some pills on the spot." Ye Qiao tilted his head and looked at the only serious alchemist present, smiling: "Do you have any spiritual plants? Miaomiao?"
Strictly speaking, their lineup this time is also perfect, with people practicing weapons, refining pills, drawing talismans, and learning swordsmanship.
"Yes." Miaomiao nodded immediately, "It just requires a quiet environment and an absolutely relaxed mindset, otherwise it's easy to go crazy." She didn't dare to try it easily, but when she met Ye Qiao's bright eyes, the little girl hesitated for a moment: "Forget it, forget it, I'll try my best."
Seeing her fearless expression, Ye Qiao couldn't help but pinch her twice, "Okay, okay, I can do it, don't be nervous."
After all, he was a ruthless person who had taken out a big pot to make pills. This kind of environment was quite common for Ye Qiao. However, the speed of making pills was much slower than drawing talismans. Worried that the next time he made pills, black fog would appear and he would be interrupted, Ye Qiao made sixteen pill seals at once.
Miaomiao watched quietly from the side. After observing for a moment, she opened her mouth to speak, but Mingxuan signaled her to be quiet.
"But..." The spiritual plants she used were too diverse.
It seems like there are all kinds of effects.
Generally, the methods of refining pills are unified, and the pill seals are exactly the same, so that the pills refined at one time will not consume too much spiritual energy.
There are more than a dozen kinds of elixirs with different effects. If you put them all together to make the elixir seal, it would be enough to give them a hard time.
Each Danyin has a different appearance. If you make a mistake with one, you will fail.
Miaomiao had never seen any senior sister who dared to put more than a dozen spiritual plants with different effects into the elixir at one time.
This kind of prodigal behavior is not allowed in their Bishui Sect.
Soon Miaomiao realized that her worries were completely unnecessary and she almost forgot that the other party had a photographic memory.
Ye Qiao memorized more than a dozen appearances of pill seals at a glance. The process of making the pill seals was stress-free. Not to mention her alchemy skills, the finished products and their appearances, her success rate has always been 100%. Even in such a messy environment, the chance of failure is very small.
She looked at the pills lying in all directions in the furnace and couldn't help but sigh, "You guys are really rich."
She wants money too.
Anyway, the Changming Sect definitely cannot afford so many spiritual plants as Miaomiao has.
Various kinds of elixirs appeared in the elixir furnace. Miaomiao smelled them carefully, and after identifying the effects, she quickly took out the jade bottle to package them, muttering, "If you have this ability, why don't you go out and sell elixirs?"
A bottle of elixir would definitely fetch a sky-high price at an auction.
It’s no wonder that the cultivation world is so fond of alchemists. There are simply too few alchemists who can make pills.
"I have sold them before." Ye Qiao said confidently, "But they looked ugly to the public, so my senior brother asked me to apologize to that group of alchemists. He also said that the appearance of my elixir severely attacked their eyes."
Miaomiao: “…”
"Oh. That ugly thing." After a pause, Miaomiao changed her words, probably knowing that her words were not polite, "That pill is ugly, but the price is cheap. You are the black-hearted pill cultivator who caused our Bishui Sect to be criticized by a group of cultivators for no reason, right?"
She gathered herself, "It must be you, right?"
The price of Bishui Sect's elixirs has always been high. Suddenly, a product that was cheaper than theirs and as effective as theirs appeared. Naturally, this caused many cultivators to be dissatisfied with Bishui Sect. It can be said that Ye Qiao took most of the responsibility at that time.
Ye Qiao did not deny it.
Miaomiao raised her head and held her forehead.
It really is her.
She said, who could be so talented?
After finishing the alchemy, Ye Qiao lay down on the ground and found the warm blessing of heaven falling on her fingertips. She squinted her eyes, shook her fingertips and unexpectedly found that her cultivation had increased a little.
This was the first time that Ye Qiao felt his cultivation level improve in the art of alchemy, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Logically speaking, she had refined pills quite a few times, but from beginning to end, she never made any progress in the art of alchemy.
No wonder she never improved her skills in alchemy. It turned out that she was not satisfied with the previous alchemy.
Is it necessary for Gou Tiandao to be so harsh on her?
What the hell are you complaining about? Ye Qiao wanted to curse the heaven, but he was afraid that he would be struck by lightning in the next second. So he could only swallow it and quickly pack the pills in his hand.
The sudden blessing from Heaven made the other disciples a little confused. The ghost cultivators in the ghost world might have never seen this golden light, but they would instinctively avoid light. They talked about the possibility that some Buddhist cultivator had come to the Ghost King Tower.
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