Everyone's ears and eyes are very good, and they can talk normally even if they are hundreds of meters apart.
Hu Qing rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "It shouldn't be. Those herbs are not poisonous. Even if there is a chemical reaction, it shouldn't be done. Otherwise - it might be incompatible with what you ate before or you may have smoked something. What tea?”
In the palace fighting drama, several unrelated things collide and kill someone.
She understands.
Tang Er closed his eyes tiredly, and sincerely suggested to her: "There are more than a dozen portions on the table over there that I prepared. You go back and practice slowly by yourself, and try it yourself. When you get the results, let me know. Now, I want to Recuperate in seclusion, you can take care of yourself."
Even those who have done well for themselves have come out.
Hu Qing felt very uncomfortable: "Gan Zhong, you are the only one who believes that I can make elixirs. Are you going to give up on me?"
Tang Er wanted to laugh, but his stomach hurt and he couldn't do it: "I'll save myself first, and then I'll talk about your problem when I'm better."
The person entered the barrier again. The barrier blocked the line of sight, and Hu Qing could not see anything.
After clearing the things on the table, she walked back dejectedly. As I walked, I remembered: No, she was clearly here to understand the differences in the use of spiritual fire. Why was he inexplicably hit by alchemy? She is a weapon refiner!
Hold your head high and hold your chest high, who can be better than my sister in refining weapons?
After returning home, he asked about his homework: "How is your practice going?"
Hu Nuan first said: "Mom, I refined a large iron box of ore, look."
Hu Qing looked at it, without looking through it or using his spiritual consciousness to explore it. He just glanced at the upper level and frowned tightly.
Hu Nuan and the friends who ran over to watch couldn't help but become nervous.
After a long while, Hu Qing said: "What the hell."
These words hurt my self-esteem too much, and Hu Nuan was not happy: "I practice very well. My master said it was good."
As soon as the second half of the sentence came out, Qiao Yu, who had just arrived, wanted to turn around and leave. It was late, Hu Qing's eyes came over, very dissatisfied and very picky.
Should she want to terminate the master-disciple relationship between him and Hu Nuan? Qiao Yu couldn't help but think.
Hu Qing asked Jin Xin and the others to bring over everything they refined.
Everyone was worried and had a bad premonition.
Sure enough, after arranging them one by one, Hu Qing read from the first to the last one. Without reading it a second time, he said: "There is no need to rank one, two, and three. Your weapon refining levels are very similar. They are quite consistent - rotten." ."
Even one more word to comment on her feels like a waste of time.
The juniors stood in a row and bowed their heads in unison. No one was dissatisfied, and they all knew Hu Qing's accomplishments in the art of weapons.
Hu Huahua said: "Mom, I think I have refined it to the extreme."
Hu Zhuzhu said: "Yes, I also used lightning to pass it through. It is absolutely clean."
Hu Qing gave them a big eye roll and picked up a large piece of ore from Hu Zhuzhu's share: "You are smart and use thunder power to test it again. Let me ask you, what will happen if this material is contaminated by thunder power? "
"Test me. Of course I know. In the worst case, you can just make a weapon with thunder attributes." Hu Zhuzhu said as if I had predicted your question, "There are so many materials, you can use what I extracted to make a thunder fork. It’s not like you can’t do it anyway.”
Bah, that little guy has such a big face! Why do you have to beg me to do something to your father? You're in charge of me. Pluck all your hair!
Hu Qing kicked him forward, but he had no power. Hu Zhuzhu didn't expect that she would suddenly turn against her. She was delayed for a second and was kicked to the ground.
Everyone was shocked and tensed up their skin.
Hu Zhuzhu got up and was dissatisfied: "What did I say wrong?"
Hu Qing: "Wow, you understand so well. Immortal weapons with thunder attributes, right? All right, all right, you come, you come, you come, you come and be the weapon spirit, I promise to refine you into a top-grade immortal weapon."
Hu Zhuzhu was stunned: "You want to kill me? Well, I know you and that monk are not good people."
Hu Qing stretched out his hand to cup his crooked chin and lifted it upwards. Hu Zhuzhu turned somersaults with great force and froze on the spot.
Why do you feel like a monkey?
Hu la, Hu Caicai flew in front of her face and said coquettishly: "Mom, look at me, do I look good?"
Hu Qing grabbed Hu Caicai's suddenly flapped wings and scolded Hu Zhuzhu: "You idiot. That little thunder power you put in will be washed away by the next rain, and you want to make a thunder weapon? That thunder power will only hinder the finished weapon and destroy the materials. It’s useless, it’s just rat shit in a pot of soup.”
Heh, how many thunders will it take to become a thunder attribute material? The trees struck by lightning should have covered the mountains and plains long ago.
Hu Zhuzhu thought for a while before she finally figured it out. She muttered, "Then you can't hit me either."
Hu Qing had already gone to reprimand the others: "Remember, the raw materials are what they are, don't add this or that. How many seniors are not smarter than you? Huh? You have to eat stones to eat the cypress boat, right?"
It was rare for Shi Baizhou to blush, but it didn't cause him to eat. He just had itchy hands and showed them to Lin Shu.
"It depends on what you are practicing. At this level, in the fairy world, even Kouguo people will not fight you."
Hu Qing simply dragged Hu Zhuzhu's box of scraps to the fire: "Let me take a look. Follow my lead."
Everyone was excited, mom/aunt was going to teach us her unique skills!
Hu Zhuzhu followed suit with his eyes wandering.
Hu Qing used Hu Nuan's refining furnace, filled it with half the furnace, and turned it to the maximum heat.
Di Yuan smiled slightly: after so many years, her path has not changed at all.
A few of them stood at the back, preparing to watch Hu Qing Lian Weapon carefully, hoping to see what Yun Zhong was talking about.
The materials initially refined by Hu Zhuzhu were indeed very clean, considering his ability. The fierce fire melted the material, and no impurities were precipitated.
Hu Zhuzhu rubbed the tip of his nose with the back of his hand, humming.
But immediately Hu Qing kneaded it with his spiritual power and consciousness at the same time, and gradually tiny bits of impurities were discharged.
Hu Zhuzhu pursed his lips.
After removing the spiritual power and consciousness, take it out and beat, beat, beat.
Keep beating.
Young people are confused. Is this going to be a success?
of course not.
After beating, the materials are square and put into the ground fire before burning.
"Impurities!"
"Why are there still impurities?"
Burn out a small amount of impurities.
Then take it out and beat it, keep beating it, and then burn it.
"Ah - there's more?"
"How can it be?"
After beating it, it was burned again, and after the spiritual power and spiritual consciousness were passed through it again, it was put into the water, and the white steam rose.
Hu Qing raised his chin and asked them: "Do you think there are any impurities left?"
No one dared to speak. There should be no more, but I dare not say.
Hu Qing sneered: "This is not a superior purification method. Do you want to see a superior one?"
Nodding wildly. Tell us the shortcut!
shortcut?
Hu Qing had contempt in his eyes and a cruel smile. Everyone trembled inexplicably. Then they watched helplessly as Hu Qing took the original ore and burned it directly on the ground fire until it was red. He placed it on the blacksmithing table and swung the big hammer heavily, causing sparks to fly.
This time, she only used the primitive method of burning-beating-burning-beating, and used her brute force to beat a two hundred kilogram piece of raw ore down to less than fifty kilograms.
Everyone stood until their legs were numb, mechanically counting the number of times the sledgehammer fell: one hundred and eight thousand and one, one hundred and eight thousand and two. Oh my God, is this something that humans can do? Why do you do this—asking for trouble?
