Extreme Comprehension Genius

The early morning sun shone slantingly in the yard, shining warmly on Lin Feng's face.

Lin Feng yawned and subconsciously reached out for the alarm clock beside him.

When he grabbed it with his hand, he found nothing. There was no alarm clock in the place he was used to. Lin Feng moved his hand again and grabbed the root of a thorny shrub.

"Ah——" The pain made Lin Feng wake up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that fortunately, the skin on my hand was only broken a little and there was just a small blood spot.

Only then did he recall what happened yesterday, and realized that he was not lying on the automatic bed he was used to, and there was no cute alarm clock next to him. He turned his head, looked at the sun and estimated the angle of the sun.

Judging from the wind, it was probably a little after six o'clock in the morning.

"It's been a long time since I got up so early..." Lin Feng rubbed his eyes, then put his hands on the ground and sat up.

The wound on the right shoulder had already stopped bleeding, and the wound had scabbed over. I moved my arm and didn't feel any pain. After one night, it was as good as before.

Spiritual grass-level herbs are naturally very effective when used to treat minor injuries like this.

This yard is quite large. It is visually estimated to be thirty or forty meters long and more than twenty meters wide. It is divided into areas similar to field ridges. Many flowers and plants are planted on them. It turns out that this is really a herb garden planted by someone.

The fence of the courtyard is as tall as a person, and there is a circular door opening towards the south.

Lin Feng stood up, facing the morning breeze and bathing in the warm sunshine. His groggy mind became much refreshed. Although he was not willing to accept it, his reason told Lin Feng that everything was real and he must have traveled through time.

There was no doubt that he had arrived in another world. And, unfortunately, he offended a female cultivator as soon as he traveled to another world.

Why are you so unlucky?

In the nose, a burst of medicinal fragrance wafted.

Lin Feng was very familiar with this scent. Isn't it the same scent as when he was refining the blood-stopping elixir?

Who starts refining elixirs so early in the morning?

Lin Feng walked towards the door, intending to take a look.

"boom--"

Seeing that he had reached the door, he felt as if he was hit by an air mattress, making a dull sound, and then he was bounced back and fell to the ground.

He looked at the circular doorway in confusion. It had no door at all. It was open at this time and there was no obstruction. Through the doorway, he could still see the scene outside the courtyard wall. A small house with a simple style next to it.

There is a purple bamboo forest. There is a faint white mist floating out of the window of the small house, and the medicinal fragrance floats from there.

"Is there any restriction in this place?" Lin Feng reacted.

Restriction is something similar to spells, formations, mechanisms, etc. It generally has the function of protecting or binding something. Lin Feng is no stranger to restrictions. It is a branch of formation science. There are many large-scale

The formation is composed of a large number of restrictions. Some restrictions can also exist independently of the formation, which is equivalent to a simple formation.

However, now he has no cultivation and no true energy, so from the outside, he can't see the existence of the restriction. He didn't find out until he bumped into it.

A woman walked outside the door, the same beauty Lin Feng met yesterday. She was walking towards the alchemy house. When she passed by the gate of the courtyard, she glanced inside.

"Let me out quickly!" Lin Feng shouted quickly.

"Just stay calm for now. I have no time to care about you now. I'll ask you later!" The beautiful woman glared at him, then walked to the door of the alchemy house and shouted loudly, "Uncle, daddy asked me to come.

, how many hemostatic pills have been refined? The injured brothers and sisters are all waiting."

"Don't worry, don't worry..." An old voice came from the house, "It'll be fine soon, it'll be fine soon."

"This hemostatic pill was refined at the wrong temperature, and the potency of the medicine leaked out, and seven percent of it has been lost. It's such a waste, a waste!" Lin Feng looked at the white mist that kept drifting out, shook his head and sighed.

Lin Feng, who is the "God Craftsman" level alchemist with the highest skill level in the game, can tell at a glance that this is clearly the phenomenon of a large amount of the medicinal power of the spiritual grass being lost. For an alchemist, this is simply the behavior of a prodigal.

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"Why are you talking so much?" When the beautiful woman heard Lin Feng's words, she turned her head and glared at him.

"boom--"

A loud noise startled the two of them. The door of the alchemy room was knocked open. A stout old man wearing a green robe and disheveled hair rushed out.

"Which master is here?" The old man shouted towards the sky.

But he raised his head and looked for a long time. Where could there be any shadow of the master in the sky?

"During the pill pregnancy period, the fire power should not be too strong, as it will cause further loss of potency. The heat should be weakened." Lin Feng said casually.

The old man then realized that a certain master did not appear in the sky, but appeared beside him.

But when he turned around and looked over, he only saw a young man who was nearly twenty years old, weak and wearing strange clothes.

"Did you say those words just now?" the old man asked doubtfully.

The beautiful woman quickly said: "Uncle, don't listen to this kid's nonsense, he knows how to talk nicely..."

"Xin'er, do you know him?"

"I...ah, no, I don't know him..." The beauty named Xin'er shook her head hurriedly.

The old man's emotional intelligence seemed to be very low, or he didn't care about whether Xin'er knew Lin Feng, because he was completely attracted by what Lin Feng said.

"Big... little brother." The old man was about to call him master, but seeing Lin Feng acting like this, he really didn't have the slightest bit of mastery, so he had to change his mind.

"Now, let's lower the fire to a simmer and cook it slowly for two hours. It will retain a little more potency and increase the rate of elixir formation by 10%." Lin Feng couldn't finish his words.

Come on, this prodigal behavior of wasting spiritual grass is really unacceptable to him.

You must know that when upgrading skill levels, the success rate is very important. If you waste too much, the cost of upgrading the level will be too high. Yes, low-level elixirs such as Bleeding Pills are used in the basic alchemy in the game.

Something to boost your skill level.

Lin Feng was very familiar with this kind of thing.

"That's right, little brother said, I'll go right away!" The old man excitedly turned around and rushed towards the alchemy room, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Two hours, how long is that?"

"An hour!" Lin Feng replied angrily.

"Oh, good!" The old man rushed into the alchemy room.

"You?" Xin'er looked at Lin Feng up and down, as if he were looking at a monster, "How do you know how to make alchemy?"

"What's so strange about this?" Lin Feng felt that he had finally regained his face, and he couldn't help but straighten his chest and tilt his head slightly.

"Okay, okay, isn't it just a blind cat who met a dead mouse, and with good luck, he made the right mistake, right?" Lin Feng almost choked again at Xin'er's words.