"Lingbao? Sorry, this guy, there is no such precious thing in our shop."

"No, our shop can't afford such a valuable treasure."

"Sir, you can go to other places to look for it. We really don't have it here..."

"If we have such treasures, we will still be in the corner of this market..."

Three days have passed since he returned from the Hundred Beasts Sect last time. In the past few days, Han Feng has been inquiring about the spiritual treasures in the imperial city. Before, Song Zhihe's turtle-shell-like spiritual treasure could completely resist the Fire Rock Art he used with all his strength, which gave Han Feng a warning.

From then on, Han Feng made a secret decision in his heart that he must find a handy spiritual treasure. If such treasures are blessed, he will be even more powerful in the battle, or even unexpectedly.

However, what disappointed him was that he searched all the markets of the ancient spirit city in the past three days, but he did not find any whereabouts of the spiritual treasure. He stuffed a total of fifty purple cloud coins into his pocket, equivalent to fifty thousand glass coins.

This money was saved by him by saving money with daily refining and selling medicines. He felt that spiritual treasures must be extremely expensive, so he would definitely not be able to buy them if he didn't save enough money. What's more, if he really met them, these fifty Ziyun coins might not be enough to spend.

Medicine Hall.

Li Qianshang was publicly teaching and answering questions to all the inner pharmacists. When he happened to see Han Feng coming back in shame, he was immediately excited and shouted: "Feng'er, come on, teach these junior brothers your experience in controlling the temperature of the alchemy furnace."

"Disciple, come here." Han Feng responded lazily, turned around and walked slowly to the medicine hall demonstration gauze, and took out his black spiritual furnace from the Qiankun bag.

Han Feng couldn't help but sigh at the many disciples in the audience.

In the year he entered the palace, many things have happened, and he has also changed from an ordinary pharmacist to the highest status and inherited pharmacist. He came to the Medicine Hall to learn skills with a revengeful heart and planned to attack one day, but now it seems that his passionate heart for revenge is on the verge of cooling down.

"My black iron furnace was found in the Wanlu Hall of Medicine Hall. If it were not unexpected, it should be a spiritual furnace left over from ancient times. After my long repair and solidification, it has reached its peak." He spoke indifferently. This was not to show off, but to remind other disciples that if the final result of the refining medicine after the demonstration cannot be comparable to him, don't blame yourself.

After all, these newly-promoted pharmacists' alchemy furnaces cannot compare to this heaven-defying spiritual furnace.

The pharmacists under the Yuntai all showed envious expressions and whispered, regardless of it, but no one was jealous of Han Feng, because everyone knew that if you want to control the spirit furnace, it was not just luck, but also to nourish and refine alchemy every day and master superb skills.

"The secret of medicine is profound and profound. Even if you read all medical books carefully, you cannot practice it. What's more, only a pharmacist who can create his own elixir and poison prescriptions is a sect master."

"What I want to teach you today is not a wonderful secret or a method of controlling spiritual fire, but how to completely and accurately instill medicine into the alchemy furnace so as not to waste or get out of control."

"Only in this way can the stability of the spiritual fire be guaranteed, and I'm optimistic!"

After Han Feng finished speaking, he held up a handful of Tianlan grass and Musk-like flowers in his pocket with his left hand, and released the spiritual fire at the same time with his right hand. Suddenly, a light blue spiritual fire suddenly appeared. The terrifying aura inside even the audience was amazed. It can be seen that Han Feng's spiritual fire attainments had already caught up with his senior brother Yao Wuxin.

"Freely melt the medicinal materials into the spiritual fire, and then convert them into medicinal power." He deliberately slowed down the speed of refining medicine so that other disciples could see more clearly. If it were normal, he could turn on the furnace to form a pill within a few minutes, and it must be a top-grade one.

Soon, the sky blue grass and musk-like flowers just now were melted by the extremely high temperature spiritual fire, turning into a dark green juice, and gradually turned into a light green gas. This is the medicine power that pharmacists are familiar with.

Han Feng's eyelids shook, and his hands suddenly turned over and over again, controlling the medicinal power at his fingertips, and shuttled back and forth in the spiritual fire. The light green light rushed back and forth in the blue flame, but it became more solid and dazzling, as if the outer flame was constantly refining the medicinal power, making it stronger and more powerful.

Since ancient times, I have only heard of using medicinal power to nourish other medicinal materials, thereby producing better and higher-level spiritual medicines.

And Han Feng was using spiritual fire to nourish the medicine!

"There is such an operation!"

"I am worthy of being a disciple of the inheritance. This move is so amazing. I must record it quickly!"

"Oh my God, this is the refining technique created by Senior Brother Han. It's unheard of tone the power of medicine with spiritual fire!"

All the pharmacists in the audience were amazed, and some even lay on the gauze and observed carefully, for fear that they would miss some key steps by accident.

Han Feng looked at the audience and smiled helplessly, "There is nothing to be proud of. I have created this set of spiritual fire quenching medicine refining techniques based on the many refining techniques recorded in the hall this year. There are many aspects to be improved in this method. I hope you can provide some suggestions or create a more effective means in the future."

Han Feng finished extracting the medicinal power, opened the spiritual furnace and wrapped it in it with spiritual fire. Then he took out a few primary spiritual pills from the package and threw them directly into the small mouth at the bottom of the spirit furnace.

The black spirit furnace trembled, obviously very happy with these spiritual pills. After a few beats, they swallowed them in the blink of an eye, ignited a raging fire, and began to burn the medicine liquid.

The spiritual liquid rose and rotated rapidly in the alchemy furnace, and the high temperature forced the medicine to dissolve quickly. Han Feng turned spiritual fire into spiritual energy, and his palm slowly fanned towards the medicine in the furnace in a fan-shaped manner to fill in the spiritual power to prevent any leakage.

"During the process of alchemy, you need to constantly fill your spiritual power, otherwise you will not be able to lock in the medicinal power and you will not be able to refine excellent elixirs."

After saying that, Han Feng raised his palm, and the spirit furnace echoed, and then rose up. After spinning a few times in the air, the furnace suddenly opened, and three Liumiao pills flew out of it, and then fell into the Qimu medicine box that he had prepared. Suddenly, the medicine light and the medicine fragrance came out from it, and even if the lid was closed, it could not be blocked.

"In this way, the best six wonderful pills will become elixirs. Remember that even if the pill is stored in the box, otherwise the loss of the medicine will damage the quality of the pills. If you can't sell it for a good price, the effect will be reduced." Han Feng followed suit, walked down the cloud platform, swung his cuff, and took back the elixir furnace, gently patting the Qiankun bag, indicating that the spiritual furnace was doing well this time.

The pharmacists in the audience were already stunned, staring at the medicine box that still occasionally shines, and even the posture of writing in their hands that was already thrusting quickly.

"Wait, I didn't look at it. Just now, Brother Han just opened the furnace and saw three top-quality Liumiao Pills?"

"It seems that it is true, without the slightest loss of medicine, all the medicines were prescribed."

"Monster, it's so terrible." The pharmacists started to talk nonstop, and their respect for Han Feng was even more than the past.

Han Feng ignored these praises, but said goodbye to Li Qianshang and walked back to his room.

The mountains and rivers outside the room are beautiful, and there are woodcutters chopping wood on the mountain and birds chirping.

"Hey, when will I be able to belong to my own spiritual treasure..." Han Feng lay on the bed with his hands in his arms, and said to himself, "I wish I could refine spiritual treasures like refining medicine..."

"Wait--" Han Feng suddenly jumped up from the bed, and before he could even put his shoes on his head.

He laughed and took out the spiritual furnace again, "Yes! If I had known this, why wouldn't I have mastered a pair of spiritual treasures by myself?"

Han Feng took out a long sword from his pocket. This was what he saw in the market before. He bought it when he saw that the texture and materials were good. Now it can finally come in handy.

"Even if you fail, at least you will succeed if you try more." Han Feng patted his chest confidently and took one of the Liumiao Wans, and suddenly felt that his meridians were active again and his spiritual power surged.

The remaining two Liumiao pills were thrown into the spirit furnace by him. He gently stroked the wall of the black spirit furnace. The patterns on them became more and more obvious under his care in the past few days. It can be seen that this was once a spirit.

The furnace can be connected to a spirit and turned into a spirit furnace. Logically speaking, the iron sword can be connected to a spirit and turned into a spirit and turned into a spirit and turned into a spirit and turned into a spirit and turned into a spirit and sword!

He did it as soon as he said, and finally put the long sword into the alchemy furnace, then deployed the spiritual power cyclone, constantly filling the gaps in the furnace.

The spirit furnace seemed to have noticed that the master wanted to refine a spiritual sword. After understanding it, he jumped a few times, began to digest Liumiao Wan, and frantically injected spiritual power into the silver-white iron sword.

Under the continuous infusion of spiritual power of each person and a furnace, the iron sword in the furnace seemed to be a little more shining than before, and it was still illuminating!

Han Feng was overjoyed when he saw this, "It seems to be effective!"

He felt that his meridians were a little empty, so he took the opportunity to take out another top-grade Huitian Pill from his pocket to replenish his spiritual power.

If you talk about ordinary elixirs, it is unlikely that you can replenish all the spiritual power in the body of a cultivator like him in one breath, but what Han Feng has refined is all the best elixirs. It can be said that the effect of the medicine has increased by two or three times. Just taking one can make the sluggish cultivator lively.

The smoke on the top of the black spirit furnace became thicker and thicker, so it floated out of the room, as if it was smoke from cooking for several miles.

The spirit furnace suddenly trembled, smashed his mouth twice, indicating that Han Feng was hungry again, so the latter spent a lot of money, took out the small amount of Huitian Pill left, and stuffed them all in.

With the new spiritual power supplement, the alchemy furnace suddenly cheered up, and a roar came from the furnace. The spiritual energy that was almost visible to the naked eye turned into liquid and attached to the sword body, as if it was wrapped around it, becoming a brand new spiritual sword!

Soon, Han Feng couldn't hold on anymore and gasped. Seeing that his spiritual power was about to stop flowing, he was also quite nervous.

Could it be that all the previous efforts were wasted? It turned out that the cost of refining spiritual treasures was so huge. If I had known this, I would have prepared more elixirs.

At this moment, the alchemy furnace made a bang, and the sound was so loud that he thought the black spiritual furnace could not hold on to explode. At the same time, a white light flew out from the furnace, but he ignored the white light. Instead, he hurriedly checked the increasingly charred black spiritual furnace, but could feel that the spiritual furnace was just trembling and still intact.

"It should be just too much consumption and I'm exhausted..." Han Feng patted the cover of the spirit furnace, took it back to the Qiankun bag, then turned his head to look for the trace of the white light just now.

But this time he turned around, he was startled.

A sword was hanging upside down on the head of his bed without any fulcrum, just hanging in the air, as if an invisible swordsman was holding it, shaking, ready to attack at any time.

Before he could prepare, the sword flashed with an extremely dazzling light again, causing his eyes to be burned and a little painful.

"Okay...so terrible." Han Feng was so scared that he took a big step back, his scalp numb, and he didn't dare to grab the sword with his hands, but ran out of the room and shouted in a panic.

"Master, senior sister, help me!"
Chapter completed!