Among alchemists, there is such a thing as the rate of making pills. Even if a second-grade alchemist masters the method of refining a second-grade rejuvenation pill, it will not be 100% successful.

But in fact, there is still a certain gap between Lin Weiran and normal alchemists. He can make alchemy, but he doesn't understand the principles.

Moreover, he could only refine the elixirs that had been refined, and he could not refine the elixirs that had not been refined. After successfully refining the rejuvenation elixir, Lin Weiran raised his goal a lot.

He is preparing to refine the third-grade foundation-building pill.

The foundation-building pill recipe is semi-public in the world of cultivation. Basically anyone can buy it, and it is not very expensive. The main reason is that the medicinal materials of the foundation-building pill are valuable.

Purple monkey flower, Tianling fruit, golden ginseng, chalcedony, the four main medicines alone are worth 1,600 third-grade crystal stones, and the 27 auxiliary medicines such as thousand knot flowers, black peony and so on are also worth 1,600.

It's worth four hundred and three grade crystal stones.

A pair of medicinal materials alone is worth two thousand third-grade crystals, which is twenty fourth-grade crystals. The previous experience with two types of elixirs shows that dozens of failures are inevitable.

"Damn! I'm such a loser!"

Lin Weiran's face twitched when he thought of the cost, but is it faster to learn how to refine the Foundation Building Pill than to burn crystal stones?

Come to think of it, there probably isn't.

Put the third-grade fire that Lin Weiran bought in advance into the Nine Dragon Furnace. The third-grade fire that Lin Weiran bought is called Xuanlingyan. After bargaining, the deal was finally made for fifteen fourth-grade crystal stones.

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Seeing that it was getting dark and Zhen Mengling was about to finish her training, Zhen Tiancheng, the dignified elder of Kunlun and the peak monk in the Nascent Soul stage, didn't know how to get home.

Zhentian City is too difficult.

"Damn it! Yin Gui's quality is not very good. After being destroyed by the pyroblast formation, even I, a Nascent Soul stage monk, can't recover...

If we just go back like this, let alone Zhen'er being angry with me, I can't stand it even with my old face, and I can't even understand the things of a little Qi Refining Stage monk."

Zhen Tiancheng thought about it, and suddenly an idea came to him, "I can't repair this Yingui, but the person who created Yingui can!

Zhen'er said before that he lives more than two thousand miles away, so he is not in Kunlun City. It seems that he still has to ask Nie Chen."

The five-man demon hunting team Zhen Tiancheng still knows a thing or two. Among them, Lin Weiran and Xiao Rujian are from the Minghe Realm, a tragic place massacred by demons.

Nie Chen came to the Nie family, which was once a super family. Hundreds of years ago, the Nie family produced Elder Kunlun. Unfortunately, time passed and the Nie family declined.

"I've met Uncle Zhen!"

Nie Chen is not as handsome as Lin Weiran, but he is heroic and upright, and is quite famous among the three generations of Kunlun disciples.

"Do you know the name of the person who has a good relationship with Zhen'er, and where he lives?" Zhen Tiancheng asked straight to the point.

"Are you talking about Senior Brother Lin? He is not here. He is living in Jinhong Valley, two thousand miles away to the west of Kunlun City."

Nie Chen told him bluntly, because there was no need to hide it. Zhen Tiancheng was the elder of Kunlun, and such a person would not do anything to Lin Weiran.

"Okay! Practice hard and don't let me down. If the Nie family wants to rise again, it can only rely on the descendants of the Nie family..."

Zhen Tiancheng's voice disappeared.

Over the Jinhong Valley, Zhen Tiancheng frowned, "A third-generation disciple is running around in this kind of field, how could Zhen'er like such a person?"

Kunlun is a holy land of sword cultivators, with one hundred thousand third-generation disciples, more than 90% of whom are sword cultivators. Only sword cultivators, powerful sword cultivators, can be worthy of his daughter from Zhen Tiancheng.

Zhen Tiancheng didn't want to waste too much time here. He showed his figure in front of Lin Weiran, and his powerful sword energy set off gusts of wind in the Jinhong Valley.

Lin Weiran's black hair was flying, and the Frost Sky Sword buzzed, "It's definitely not the Golden Core stage, it must be the Nascent Soul stage or even above the Nascent Soul!"

Zhen Tiancheng's voice was like thunder: "You still dare to show your sword, which means you are still a swordsman. Pick up your sword and let me see how talented you are in swordsmanship!"

Lin Weiran's face turned dark. What the hell, where did the Yuan Ying Stage mental illness come from? How could a young monk like him in the Qi Refining Stage be like this...

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