"Bang!"

    Among the mountain walls full of Cangling rattan, a low muffled sound suddenly came out. A few green rattan snakes with a faint fishy smell swept away to the boy in black.

    "Too slow."

    With a faint smile, Xiao Yang stepped on a rock and quickly flashed to one side, followed by a red light. The serpents with saliva in their mouths fell down to the ground.

    This scene, I do not know how many times staged on the steep cliff, Xiao Yang behind, red flame vigilant follow, once found the attacker, he did not hesitate to tear it in two.

    Looking at the young man flashing on the mountain wall, the ink master''s eyes were slightly gratified. At the beginning, he just wanted to let go, but as time went on, he felt that his eyes were really good.

    An ordinary spirit person can only take 50 steps even if he uses the stepping fire step. But after one day''s training, Xiao Yang has reached an amazing 60 steps.

    The spirit Master and the spirit beast coexist in a very mysterious way. They will give feedback when they improve each other''s strength. If Xiao Yang''s first spirit appointment red flame can be promoted to the fourth level, even if they take a hundred steps, it is not impossible.

    On the ground again, Xiao Yang was not embarrassed when his spiritual power was exhausted for the first time. Although his spiritual power was close to the limit now, he was fully adapted to this feeling, and even had some enjoyment in his heart.

    He gathered the Cang spirit rattan on the ground into a pile. Xiao Yang said with a smile, "master Mo, now you can teach me how to refine Cang spirit liquid."

    After sweeping the herbs on the floor, the master nodded slightly, then turned around and floated to the depths of the forest. The faint voice came with it.

    "Come with me."

    Put the Cangling rattan into the cloth bag, Xiao Yang bares his teeth, rubs the back of his hand which is hurt by the wooden thorn, and immediately takes the red flame with him and goes to the ink master.

    The place that Mo Shi chose was a rare open space in the forest. It was surrounded by green trees, and there were few signs of spirit animal activities.

    "When alchemists make pills, they must not interfere. If it''s light, the tripod will be scrapped. If it''s heavy, they will hurt themselves." The master waved his hand lightly, and a translucent light shield enveloped the place in an instant. The sound from time to time in the woods was completely isolated.

    "Although Cangling liquid is one of the best pills, it''s only liquid medicine after all, so it''s relatively simple to make. The tripod used in making pills doesn''t need to be used."

    As he spoke, the ink master''s palm spread out, and the bright light condensed from it. On the palm of his hand, it turned into a delicate shape of Dan Ding.

    "This is the appearance of the cauldron. I call it the imitative cauldron. However, this cauldron only has its shape, not its function. Moreover, by using the imitative cauldron to refine the pharmaceutical liquid, the alchemist can better observe the changes of the pharmaceutical liquid and feel the feeling of alchemy as soon as possible."

    With the light wave of the master''s sleeve robe, the imitative red tripod fell in front of Xiao Yang, slowly spinning, with a soft luster.

    The color of surprise in his eyes was beating. Xiao Yang stretched out his hand, and a blazing flame suddenly rose up under the Dan Ding, which made the former surprised.

    "The biggest advantage of imitative Dan Ding is that it only needs to use a little spiritual power to complete the urge. If you use a normal Dan Ding, you can''t even refine a part of Cang spirit liquid only by the spiritual power in your body." The master yawned and leaned gently against the only remaining rock in the light shield.

    "The rest is up to you. I''ll sleep first."

    Smell speech, Xiao Yang surprised glanced at Mo Shi, the latter''s address, as if exposed their own age ah.

    He shook his head slightly and threw away his confused thoughts. Xiao Yang began to add three kinds of herbs according to the records on canglingye prescription.

    "Hiss!"

    When zixuanye entered the cauldron, it turned into a pool of purple liquid almost instantaneously, while the addition of Yuemo flower changed the color of the liquid completely.

    The introduction of the prescription is simple, but the refining process is quite complicated. Besides the time of adding herbs, even the proportion has to be strictly controlled. After dozens of failures, Xiao Yang gradually mastered this point.

    With the process of refining, Xiao Yang gradually became intoxicated, but this process was quite boring in the eyes of red flame, so he lay down on the rock behind the master and quietly looked ahead. The flame in the Dan Ding slowly swayed in his eyes.

    Outside the light cover, a light wind blew, rolled up a few dead leaves, fell on the translucent light cover, and immediately fell.

    In the light mask, the amount of waste liquid mixed with carbonaceous objects at Xiao Yang''s feet is increasing. However, with the progress of refining, less and less waste liquid is poured out, and the intact Cangling liquid is separated by the pseudo Dan Ding at the moment of successful refining, and floats in the air in a spherical shape.

    The process of refining liquid medicine lasted for about an hour, but Xiao Yang''s face was still not tired, because every time he was tired, a drop of golden liquid would be born under the imitative Dan Ding, and then melt into his body to drive away his fatigue.

    "It''s good to have someone to lead the way. Now I finally know why the children of those big families of Bai family have been practicing so fast." After refining the last Cang Ling liquid, Xiao Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed in his heart. If there was no master Mo, let alone become an alchemist, he would not dare to think of it now."Woo

    See Xiao Yang finally completed the boring work, red flame happy light sound, lightning like ran on his shoulder.

    "Finished?"

    After rubbing his forehead, the ink master opened his eyes wearily. It can be seen that the condensation and imitation of Dan Ding consumed his spiritual power very seriously. After all, his noumenon was just a book, and the loss of eight pages was undoubtedly a heavy blow to him.

    The next moment, the ink master floated up, his palm against the imitated Dan Ding, and the latter suddenly turned into golden light and disappeared into his body. With the influx of golden light, his spirit began to perk up again.

    "Yes, it seems that I really didn''t miss it."

    His eyes swept the eight light masses floating in the air, and the master said with a smile. Immediately, the palm of his hand gently rotated, and the eight light masses slowly fell to the ground.

    "By the way, master Mo, where is your missing page?" Xiao Yang suddenly asked.

    There was a little comfort in his eyes, but the ink master waved his hand gently: "I''ve got your mind, but I''m afraid you can''t even get a page with your current strength. When the right time comes, I''ll tell you."

    Helpless nod, Xiao Yang will Cang Lingye all carefully packed in the bag, at this time, the ink master''s eyes are gently narrowed up.

    "Boy, you''re in trouble."