I don't know either!

"It depends on luck, the quality of the pills and the number of pills are uncertain.

Normally, it can be maintained to two to three medium-grade elixirs per furnace.”

Ling Qingchen spoke softly.

A furnace of magical transformation pills can produce up to five pills.

Only a few peerless geniuses can break through the limit and reach the level of six or even seven elixirs.

Ling Qingchen has never tried to refine alchemy.

Speaking of two to three medium-grade elixirs, it is also the normal level of ordinary fifth-grade alchemists.

"Try it?"

The old man in black robe took out a small medicine cauldron from his arms.

Under his casting, the small medicine cauldron grew out of thin air.

In an instant, it expanded to the height and size of two or three people.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Can't you just test my elixir knowledge?

Do you have to let me refine the alchemy by myself?

Alas, aren't you making things difficult for me, a theoretical talent like Einstein and Hawking?

"Ph, shameless!

If you don’t know how to refine elixirs, you can’t refine elixirs, and you’ve created a theoretical talent!”

A discordant voice suddenly sounded in Ling Qingchen's heart.

Ling Qingchen: "..."

Be honest! I have you every time I hit it!
Chapter completed!