Extreme Comprehension Genius

"Little brother, little brother!" The old man's voice came out from the alchemy room again, "Can I trouble you to give me some personal guidance?"

"I do think so..." Lin Feng teased, "But you locked me in this courtyard and I can't get out."

"What? Lock you up? Who did this?" The old man rushed out of the alchemy room angrily.

"Yes..." Lin Feng was planning to find an opportunity to retaliate against the beauty who stabbed him and imprisoned him.

"Don't say it!" Xin'er's face turned slightly red.

"Oh, forget it, let's not talk anymore." Lin Feng said helplessly, "You let me out first, and I'll go see how your alchemy is going."

Xin'er walked to the door of the yard, pressed a few times on the wall on one side.

"Come out." She said angrily.

Lin Feng first stretched out his hand and carefully tested it. After confirming that the restriction had been lifted, he slowly walked out.

"Coward, such a little restriction can scare you like this." Xin'er seemed to be very disdainful of Lin Feng's caution.

Timid? Lin Feng sneered at her opinion. If you try it out, it's not called timid. If you insist on running into it if there are restrictions, it's called stupid.

"Little brother, please come with me." The old man was very polite to Lin Feng and personally took him into the alchemy room.

In the alchemy room, against the north wall, there are three alchemy furnaces of medium size and half a person's height. There are also two young disciples who are staring at these alchemy furnaces attentively at this time. The alchemy furnaces

Below, a roaring fire burned brightly.

"Such a big fire!" Lin Feng couldn't help but said when he saw the intensity of the fire, "Turn it down quickly, turn it down."

The two young disciples looked back and found that it was Lin Feng who was speaking, so they turned away and stopped paying attention.

"Did you hear that? Hurry up and do it!" the old man shouted.

"Yes, Master!" Only then did the two young disciples realize that this boy was not talking nonsense, and that their master actually obeyed his words.

"Yes, yes, okay, that's it...well, the stove on the left needs to be turned down a little bit...the one on the far right is a little too weak, strengthen it a little, right..." Lin Feng pointed,

At his request, the two disciples controlled the heat of the alchemy furnace to a certain level.

"Okay." Lin Feng found a rattan lounge chair in the alchemy room, threw himself on it, and closed his eyes.

I woke up too early in the morning, didn't sleep enough, and was so sleepy that I quickly went back to sleep... In view of the old man's attitude towards him, Lin Feng didn't worry that he would harm himself, so he dared to sleep here without worries.

"Little brother, what's next?" the old man asked quickly.

"Next? Just wait, don't worry about anything. After two hours, the hemostatic pill will naturally become a pill. Then just start the furnace and collect the pill." Lin Feng replied lazily.

"Is it that simple?" The two young disciples still didn't believe it. "Two hours, how much is it?"

"One hour!" Lin Feng had no choice but to explain the issue of the time unit.

"Thank you, little..." Before the old man could finish his words of thanks, he was stunned again.

Because Lin Feng was already fast asleep at this time.

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An hour later, when the old man turned on the stove and saw three batches of hemostatic pills, he was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

The hemostatic pill itself is nothing. Of course, the old man is capable of refining such a basic pill. However, today's pill production rate is actually much higher than usual. Originally, a furnace full of these spiritual herbs would be enough to make ten pills.

The potency of the medicine is theoretically equivalent to fifty pills. The old man only has a 30% pill-making rate. One furnace of pills can produce about fifteen pills. Of these three furnaces of hemostatic pills, the least one can produce eighteen pills.

Nineteen pills were produced in one furnace, and twenty-five pills were produced in the middle furnace. The total of the three furnaces was sixty-two hemostasis pills, which already exceeded the 40% pill yield rate.

Maybe this doesn't seem like a big deal, but the old man who has been refining alchemy for many years knows very well how difficult it is.

Fire control seems to be just about strengthening some fires, or weakening some fires, which is too simple. But when the spiritual grass is refined in the alchemy furnace, you cannot see the situation inside. How much heat is needed is a very complicated skill.

A difficult skill to master.

The excited old man's first thing was to wake up Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was on a date with Duke Zhou's daughter. When he heard the call of "little brother", he reluctantly opened his drowsy eyes. I don't know what time it was, but Xin'er was no longer there. There were only the old man and his two children in the alchemy room.

A disciple.

"Little brother, you are really talented. The success rate of this hemostatic pill is as high as 40%." The old man was very excited. This was the highest record since he made pills.

"Only 40%? Alas, it's too much waste, too much." Lin Feng had a pity expression on his face.

"Forty percent is not enough?" The old man's expression was completely different from Lin Feng's. He was full of surprise.

"Because you wasted too much at the beginning. If you had controlled the heat well at the beginning, how could you only have such a small rate of elixir formation?"

"If a little brother comes to make elixirs, what is the chance of making elixirs?"

"Ask me?" Lin Fengren was still lying on the recliner, turned his head and looked at the six alchemy furnaces, thought about it, and said, "Almost seventy percent."

"Seventy percent?" The old man was really shocked, "Can we achieve a seventy percent rate of elixir formation?"

"Your alchemy furnace is too poor! The sealing level is very low, and the loss of medicinal power is inevitable. So it can only reach about 70%. If there is a better alchemy furnace, it will not be so low." Lin Feng

It's really unbelievable to say the least.

"Seventy percent, is it too low?" The old man felt that his brain was a bit out of use. "Even the masters of alchemy in Xuantian Palace would not dare to say that they can achieve a 70% rate of elixir formation."

"Don't believe me." Lin Feng didn't bother to pay attention to this nagging old man, especially since he had just woken himself up from sleeping! For a person who likes to sleep in, being woken up is a very uncomfortable thing. Then, he

I closed my eyes again and planned to catch up on my sleep.

"Master, the pills have been collected." The two disciples walked to the old man respectfully. They each held a jade bottle in their hands, each containing more than a hundred hemostatic pills.

"Okay, let's go to the front hall to rescue the injured." The old man said. He glanced at Lin Feng and then said, "Little brother, since you are a master of alchemy, can you do me a favor and help the injured together?"

Thank you very much!”

Alchemy is alchemy, and first aid is first aid. These are two different skills... Lin Feng despised the old man in his heart.

However, it seemed that he couldn't sleep anymore, so Lin Feng had no choice but to get up and reluctantly followed the old man to the front hall, yawning all the way.

"Hey, old man, can I ask, where is this place?" Lin Feng said vaguely, and it was only now that he had the chance to ask this question.

Such a common question made the old man's eyes widen.

"You don't even know this place? Then how did you get here?" The old man didn't answer. One of his apprentices spoke first.

"Don't ask me how I got here. You won't believe me if I tell you." Lin Feng was telling the truth. But his words made people think that this kid was very good at putting on airs. If he hadn't really helped his master make alchemy

, increased the elixir formation rate by a full 10%, the old man's two apprentices were about to get angry. But for now, they are still patient.

The apprentice raised his head slightly, and his chin had become at an angle equal to the horizontal plane: "The Lingyun Sect, the majestic sword cultivating sect, is one of the eight sects of three sects and five sects. You don't know about it?"

"What are the three sects and five sects?" Lin Feng's question caused the young disciple who was walking with his head raised to stumble.

When the disciple turned his head and looked at Lin Feng, his eyes looked like a monster.

"You don't know about the three sects and five sects? You haven't heard of it?" The disciple simply shouted.

"Never heard of it." Lin Feng nodded honestly.

"You've never even heard of it, how did you get up to Lingyun Peak? This place is not something ordinary people can get up to." The old man asked strangely. If it weren't for Lin Feng's inability to break even simple restrictions before

, which is enough to prove that he is a mortal who has not practiced cultivation. The old man even doubted whether this kid was sent here by his enemy to cause trouble on purpose?

"I..." Lin Feng just wanted to say that he was brought up in the hands of some unruly little girl, but he felt that he could not afford to lose this person, so he forced himself back.