Ye Qiao took the lead in experimenting, and used her own experience to tell the group of alchemists that a true genius could use a pot to make elixirs. She waved her hand and called out to the group of alchemists, "Who wants to join us?"
Liu Yun: "Let me do it."
Since Ye Qiao didn't explode, he believed that he had been refining pills for so many years, so there would be no problem.
The confidence of the other alchemy practitioners increased a lot. Ye Qiao politely stepped aside and left the stage for these people to perform.
Since she had practiced it once, there was naturally no need to demonstrate it a second time. What Ye Qiao did not expect was that she spent the second half of the night in constant explosions.
After Xue Yu blew up Si Miaoyan, Liu Yun blew up Miaomiao, and after Miaomiao blew up Liu Yun, she blew up again.
A group of Dan cultivators, after you are done with the bombing, it will be my turn.
Several pots broke.
Ye Qiao was full of confidence at the beginning, but it only took him half a cup of tea to see the elderly man behind him on the subway looking at his phone.
“…”
"Are you crazy?" Ye Qiao rushed over: "Don't touch my pot!"
"Give us another chance, Ye Qiao." Liu Yun said quickly: "I have caught the inspiration, believe me, I won't explode again."
Finally, after several failures, the group of alchemy practitioners managed to gain some experience. When they succeeded, several of them almost cried for joy.
Si Miaoyan said sincerely: "I have never been so cautious when refining top-grade elixirs."
It’s not that they look down on the pot, it’s just that the success rate is too low.
How many times did Ye Qiao have to fry the pot to become so skilled? For a moment, everyone looked at him with admiration.
Ye Qiao didn't understand what they were thinking. The alchemists were very efficient and soon all the pills were made. Each person took a bottle. She reminded the people of the Green Water Sect: "Remember to return the used spiritual plants to us after you leave the secret realm."
Si Miaoyan's mouth twitched: "Got it."
After the issue of the elixir was resolved, the group began to discuss the next arrangements. Ye Qiao successfully became the leader of the team. She took out the map and said, "Okay, okay, let's go find them before daybreak."
"Xue Yu, Mu Chongxi, Si Miaoyan." She named three people in one breath: "Go find the monster together."
"The rest of you follow me."
Liu Yun did not argue this time. He was somewhat frustrated by the big pot of alchemy. He said sullenly, "Why don't you rest so late at night?"
Monks also need to sleep. Everyone has not slept for three days and is very tired after refining the elixir.
"I'll help you turn the tables." Ye Qiao grabbed the bomb that had been stored in the mustard bag for a long time and shook it towards them. "Hey, hey, hey, I wonder if you have heard of guerrilla warfare and fighting the Japanese?"
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What is that?
Ye Qiao had no intention of explaining. She was now rummaging through Xue Yu's mustard seed bag. When Third Senior Brother made mistakes while refining pills, he would often poison people and make them faint. "Third Senior Brother, do you still have any poisonous spiritual plants?"
"Yes." Xue Yu saw that Ye Qiao was struggling to find the spiritual plants, so he simply poured out all the spiritual plants in one breath: "Some are poisonous, some are not, but many spiritual plants are mutually exclusive. You can mix any poison you need yourself."
As soon as Xue Yu opened his mouth, he sounded like a vicious old bastard.
Liu Yun couldn't help but smack his lips, "Are you two really the alchemists who save the dying and the wounded?"
"Don't slander me." Ye Qiao said righteously: "I am a sword cultivator."
"...Alright." Liu Yun had no words to refute. You are a third-level cultivator and you are willful. You can be whatever cultivator you want.
While he was speaking, his fellow junior brothers, sisters and senior sister had already gathered together to prepare the poison. This was the most harmonious moment for the two sects.
Being able to make all the disciples of the two sects obey you is a skill.
If it were someone else, the argument would have been going on like crazy by now.
It was nothing more than a group of disciples arguing with each other, saying things like "Are you teaching us how to do things?" and "Are you qualified to command us?"
After the alchemists had prepared the effects of the poison, Ye Qiao also poured out a lot of magic tools from the demon clan, "Choose what you can use, and remember to return it to me after use."
The Bishui Sect responded in unison.
Now Ye Qiao is the big brother in the team. Obviously, they dare not refute or ask questions when the big brother speaks, for fear that the big brother will be unhappy.
Miaomiao said: "I can use a little bow and arrow."
Alchemy practitioners have no ability to protect themselves, so the Bishui Sect trained them to use other weapons. Si Miaoyan can play the flute, and Miaomiao can also use the bow and arrow with a pretty good accuracy.
"Take the bow and arrow, smear the poison on the arrow, and shoot at anyone you see."
Ye Qiaoguan's move is a combination of magic and physics.
Miaomiao was stunned when she heard it, and grabbed the bow and arrow, "Okay, okay! We will try our best."
"So what's next?" Liu Yun really didn't expect it to be useful in this way. He was so fascinated by what he heard that he couldn't help but urge him to speak out.
"The current situation is that we are in the dark and they are in the light." Ye Qiao fiddled with the butterfly in his hand and explained, "I placed a magic weapon on them before."
This means that the whereabouts of Ye Qinghan and his group are completely under their control. If they don't set up an ambush at this time, what are they waiting for?
They can play dirty, and Ye Qiao can play too.
The game is very cunning and no one takes anyone seriously.
The other three elders frowned and asked, "What does Ye Qiao want to do with so many people?"
"Who knows?" As for Ye Qiao, their direct disciple, they had already given up guessing what she would do next.
…
The moon was above the willows, the night was dark, and rustling noises came from the secret realm. Two disciples were squatting on an inconspicuous tree, sweating profusely from the heat. Ye Qiao had a bug, so he could easily find out where Ye Qinghan and his men had set up camp.
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