Chapter 481 Brother's Furnace Cauldron (38)

But looking for someone else, he doesn't say that he can't find it or can't find it, and he can't find it at all.

Chu Dao is also a tough-minded master. Knowing that Rong Chen is his only choice, he is not hesitating at the moment.

"Elder Rong, it is said to be three copies here, but I actually prepared four copies. I know that the alchemist does not have free pills, so the pill recipe for this spiritual liquid, whether it is successful or not, will belong to you in the future. Dog. , please try your best!"

Clap your fists, bow your head.

With the respect of a sect leader, he actually salutes Xia Qiu like this, which makes Xia Qiu's view of Chu Dao change a little bit.

And indeed, she is also really interested in the pill recipe of the sixth-order cultivation liquid.

"Okay, then let the sect master keep things. I can't guarantee anything else. I'll try my best. When I stabilize my realm in the past few days, I'll think about starting the furnace." Xia Qiu said.

This was the only thing that could happen. With a sigh, Chu Dao waited for Xia Qiu to lower his head and clasped his fists again, before leaving with the medicine pill.

Sitting alone in the lobby, Xia Qiu's spiritual sense penetrated into the jade pill of the pill, and it was just like the Po'er pill that Rong Chen got. The techniques and harsh requirements are even more difficult for the mind.

If there is a slight error in the pills below the third-order, it may only affect the quality of the pills, but if there is any error in the sixth-order pills, it means that the materials are completely destroyed, and the furnace will also be damaged.

Thinking in my heart, just as Chu Dao left, Yunfeng came to visit again.

"Elder, there is a real person Song coming to visit outside, do you want him to come in?" Deng Yun came in and asked.

Song real person? North Pine? What does he come to do?

With confidence in his heart, the fear of Beisong, who had no cultivation base, disappeared, Xia Qiu stood up calmly and said.

"Let him in."

Later, Deng Yun led a cultivator in, and it really was Beisong.

Beisong's expression was calm, and he wore a light blue loose robe. He walked with a calm attitude. Just looking at his warm face, he couldn't help but remind Xia Qiu of the words "breezy breeze and moonlight".

Deng Yun stepped back, leaving Beisong and Xia Qiu behind. He subconsciously placed a soundproof ban on the lobby, and Xia Qiu smiled at Beisong again.

"Master, why are you here?"

You Yuan's eyes fell on her, and she looked calm, but Xia Qiu couldn't peek into his heart from Beisong's eyes, as if he was a piece of natural jade, and it was seamless.

"Come and take you." Beisong looked back, but smiled faintly.

"Take me away?!" Xia Qiu was startled, and his palms suddenly became wet.

With a smile, Beisong looked at her again, "Xiaorong, didn't you give you the forbidden jade card before? I think your realm has loosened, but your foundation is not solid. Xiaoqianjie is your big chance. What I didn't teach you earlier, and now you follow me, you will naturally understand."

"Master..." With his eyes down, Xia Qiu looked embarrassed.

What Beisong said was calm and reasonable. Whether it was based on Rong Chen's understanding or Xia Qiu's own judgment, there was no way to refuse.

But her identity is tricky after all, this is really like what Beisong said, he is to help her consolidate her cultivation, who can keep it, she went to the appliance sect with him, what kind of prohibition and Jedi are waiting for her?

"The head of the Qingyun Sword Sect just came here. His only son's cultivation base went wrong, so there is a problem with the spiritual root, so I beg me to refine the spiritual liquid..."

"I just promised him just now. If I go with you, the head will treat me kindly, and I can't just let it go."

Chu Dao's request became Xia Qiu's excuse for rejecting Beisong. For a demon like her, it's better not to go. She can't contact Chen now. If something goes wrong, she can't Haochen thought she had betrayed him.

"Cultivation liquid? Sixth grade?" Bei Song's gentle face finally had a strange color.