Elder Huashui is now a direct disciple. It is not that Elder Huaishui has high requirements, but a direct disciple he received before. During an expedition to a secret realm a few years ago, the entire army was wiped out. This direct disciple was only accepted by Elder Huashui later.

The direct disciples were all cultivated with painstaking effort, and the entire army was wiped out in one fell swoop.

"Are the elders going to accept direct disciples this time?" Meng Changjin also asked.

"Hahaha, I agree with the Sect Master. If there are disciples with good qualifications, it's okay to accept a few more." Elder Huaishui laughed and said.

Meng Changjin nodded, expressing his understanding.

At this time, the deacon who went to get the medicinal materials came out with a storage bag, and the two did not talk any more.

Meng Changjin wanted a lot of medicinal materials. For convenience, he packed them directly in a storage bag.

Meng Changjin's spiritual sense detected it. Most of the medicinal materials she wanted were already in it, but there were some that were not precious, but were difficult to store. There were also some more precious ones that Wanhuang Sect did not have in stock. Nothing in the bag.

These Huaishui elders have already been vaccinated, and they are less than Meng Changjin imagined, so Meng Changjin is still very satisfied.

"I don't know fish scale grass, where can I find these herbs?" Meng Changjin asked.

She actually knows the growth environment of these medicinal materials, but she is not familiar with it. Why do you have to find it by yourself when you can save most of the time?

"These common medicinal herbs can be found in the back mountain, and there is a small lake in the back mountain of the fish scale grass." Elder Huaishui said.

Meng Changjin nodded, didn't say anything more, waved his hand and left.

Go back to Wanchun Peak and go to alchemy.

Without entering the seventh-rank realm for a day, Meng Changjin felt uneasy for a day.

Arriving at the seventh-rank realm, with the assistance of spiritual consciousness and the blessing of the Zongmen great array, a ninth-rank battle is not a victory, but the ninth-rank will never be able to solve her in an instant.

At that time, will gain some more time and be promoted to the eighth-rank realm. At that time, with the help of the gods and the Zongmen array, the ninth-rank will not be able to help her at all.

I just hope that Wu Shaoqi can take it easy now and don't provoke a ninth grade.

Or, more than one.

If Wu Shaoqi really provoked several rank nines at once, then Meng Changjin could only use some energy to kill these rank 9 realms.

Of course, it is best not to use this. After all, it is not easy for her to work hard to complete her long-cherished wish. After so long, she has saved less than 40% of the required energy. It can be said that it is not easy. .

But then again, didn't that guy from Xiao Si want to borrow energy from her during the segment time?

Could it be that they found other ways to get energy values?

Unable to guess what the fish was thinking, Meng Changjin did not continue to guess.

Throwing a medicinal herb into the alchemy furnace, a smile appeared on Meng Changjin's face.

It's been a long time since didn't make alche, and hands still haven't been born. feel like it's going well...

"boom!"

Just when Meng Changjin was thinking that he was still so skilled without alchemy for a long time, a loud bang sounded, Meng Changjin fled and fled, and a yard in Wan Chunfeng was billowing with smoke.

In addition to seclusion, Wan Chunfeng's inner disciples rushed here to see what happened.

Halfway through, the disciples saw a figure rise into the air.

Immediately, an indifferent voice spread to Bafang: "There is no need to come here, there is nothing to do here."

The inner disciples of Wanchun Peak, including the peaks that were closer to Wanchun Peak, saw Meng Changjin rising into the sky.

Then, the corners of everyone's mouth twitched wildly.

I saw that the light green long dress on Meng Changjin's body was now dark and scorched, and even his face was stained with black dirt.

But Meng Changjin said it was okay, so even if they saw Meng Changjin's appearance, they had to pretend they didn't see it.

They all responded, and then what to do.

When the inner disciples retreated, Meng Changjin fell from the air, and just as his toes landed, Meng Changjin rushed into the half-bombed room again, with an expression of resignation: "It's still a hand, but it's almost there. , two more furnaces, it will definitely do."

Meng Changjin was full of self-confidence, and took out another alchemy furnace and medicinal materials for refining the first-grade elixirs.

Then, boom~

boom!

Boom boom boom!

There are still a lot of people who follow Wan Chunfeng once or twice, but there are many people who pay attention to Wan Chunfeng.

Hearing a bang every three to five, everyone calmed down abnormally, not even blinking their eyelids.

I heard that the head is concocting alchemy. Well, it's normal for a fryer or something.

Although Wanhuangzong did not have an alchemist, he had never eaten pork and had never seen a pig run.

In the past, Wanhuang Sect asked alchemists to help with alchemy, and they often fry the furnace, so the master learns alchemy to fry the furnace, which is normal, too normal, and there is no surprise.

Now they can roughly calculate the time, and then wait for the bang.

From the beginning to now, it seems that the furnace has been fried six times, right?

At this time, in the yard that was completely destroyed by bombing, Meng Changjin stared at the alchemy furnace, and said viciously: "Fuck! It's nothing but seven! Blast it again, try it again!"

Meng Changjin's words were harsh, but if someone had been by his side, they would definitely be very familiar with these two sentences.

Because from the second fryer, Meng Changjin started to fail three, then four, five, six, and now seven.

Meng Changjin said cruel words, while his consciousness carefully observed the situation in the alchemy furnace.

Seeing that the medicinal materials in the alchemy furnace were all smashed, the impurities were removed, and they slowly began to fuse. They quickly spun into a gray-white ball the size of the fingertip of the little finger, and Meng Changjin's face was filled with joy.

done!

The alchemy furnace was opened, and the divine sense flew out of the alchemy furnace with a few pills rolled up.

Looking at the six round gray-white medicinal pills, Meng Changjin was overjoyed.

Seven furnaces, it took seven whole furnaces to make such a furnace.

It's simply too easy.

For the first time, Meng Changjin was so happy because he succeeded in refining a pot of 1st-grade pills.

If this is the original she, all four ranks can be refined casually, and one furnace is successful.

After taking a small bottle and putting the six medicinal pills in, Meng Changjin began to recall his simple experience and some skills this time.

The first six furnaces failed one after another. In fact, Meng Changjin has already summed up the reasons.

It wasn't that Meng Changjin gave birth by hand. Meng Changjin's timing was very accurate.

When should a medicinal material be thrown away and the impurities in the medicinal material should be quickly removed, Meng Changjin was right every step of the way.

The problem actually lies in her lack of control over the power of this body now.

It has been more than a month since he came to this world.

Meng Changjin has been busy improving his strength, but has no time to fully grasp all his strength.

From the second furnace, Meng Changjin began to control the power, and now he can initially master it.