Gao Wu: Invincibility Starts From Liver Experience

At eight o'clock in the morning, Meng Qi bought a batch of medicinal materials at a nearby store, and the 20,000 yuan was spent.

What Meng Qi wants to refine is a medicinal powder that can speed up the healing of wounds, called Zhixuesan.

To be honest, Zhixue Powder is not considered a elixir, but for someone like Meng Qi who doesn't even have a elixir furnace, it is the most suitable for practicing hands.

Without the alchemy furnace, Meng Qi can only use an induction cooker instead.

The principles are similar, but compared to the alchemy furnace, the induction cooker does not have the effect of making alchemy.

It just so happens that refining Zhixue Powder does not require Chengdan.

Turn on the induction cooker, pour in a small amount of water, boil, and put the medicinal materials into it in proportion.

At this time, it is time to test the soul master's control ability.

The soul master needs to wrap the medicinal materials with soul power, remove the impurities in the medicinal materials, weaken the repulsion between the remaining medicinal materials, and let the medicinal materials fuse together from a deep level.

During this period, the temperature must be well controlled, and the soul power control must be precise.

Five minutes later, a puff of black smoke came out of the induction cooker.

Refining failed.

Meng Qi calls out the interface.

Alchemy: 1/1000

Sure enough, as guessed, alchemy can also increase experience.

It will be much easier next time, one word.

liver!

From morning to afternoon, Meng Qi worked continuously for five hours, and finally raised his alchemy experience to 150 points.

Although there are only 150 points, it is enough to refine Zhixue Powder.

I saw Meng Qi skillfully put the herbs into the induction cooker, increased the temperature, the soul power wrapped the herbs, and some black impurities were separated.

After a while, the remaining medicinal materials evaporated in the boiling, and finally a little white granular powder was left, which looked similar to refined salt.

Meng Qi packed these white granules into glass bottles.

A freshly baked hemostatic powder was prepared in this way.

After another four hours of refining, all the remaining medicinal materials were refined into Zhixue powder.

There are forty copies in total, one copy is five hundred, which is exactly the payback.

After eating, at 6:00 p.m., Meng Qi dragged his exhausted body to Wanzhong Shopping Mall.

Find the staff member from last time and say, "Hello, I want to sell some medicine powder."

The staff recognized Meng Qi with a smile on his face: "Okay, please follow me."

Then he brought Meng Qi to the room where the restriction was broken last time.

Seeing Meng Qi's puzzled expression, the staff explained: "Master Zhao is also responsible for the identification of pills and powders."

Same as last time, the old man looked at the phone with a wretched expression.

When the staff knocked on the table, the wretched expression on the old man's face instantly turned into impatience. He took off his earphones and looked at Meng Qi. Just this one glance almost made his eyes pop out.

"Have you broken through to a rank-1 warrior and become a rank-1 soul master?"

Meng Qi was a little astonished, what is the origin of this old man? He could see his own realm at a glance.

"The last time I came here was only a quasi-martial artist, and the soul master was just an ordinary person, but in just twenty-two days, both of them have broken through to the first rank. Monsters, definitely monsters." Looking at Meng Qi: "You should be a college entrance examination candidate this year, right? Which college did you apply for?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

Meng Qi rolled his eyes, he didn't forget that the smelly old man didn't give him a good face last time.

After being stunned for a while, the old man was not angry, and said with a smile:

"I am also a soul master. As long as you tell me which university you applied for, I will teach you how to make alchemy before the school starts."

"No, I'm here this time to sell medicine powder."

Meng Qi took out forty bottles of hemostatic powder from his backpack and put them on the table.

"This is?" The old man's eyes widened.

"Stopping powder, I made it." The corners of Meng Qi's mouth rose slightly, old man, I shocked you to death.

The old man opened the glass bottle, poured a little white powder into his palm, sniffed it with his nose, and twisted it with his fingers.

"Excellent quality."

"In just twenty-two days, not only becoming a soul master, but also refining such a quality hemostatic powder, is not just a monster, he is simply a monster among monsters."

The old man's complexion was cloudy and uncertain, and he suddenly revealed a self-righteous and kind smile, but in Meng Qi's eyes, it was more wretched and wretched.

"Your hemostatic powder shouldn't be made from alchemy furnaces, so, as long as you tell me which school you applied for, I'll let you use the alchemy room in Wanzhong shopping mall for free for a month, how about it?"

The staff on the side were shocked after hearing this: "Master Zhao, you don't have this authority."

The old man waved his hand: "The cost of using the alchemy room will be charged to me."

Seeing what the old man said, Meng Qi said, "I applied for the Ancient Martial Arts Academy."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then sat down on the chair indifferently, and resumed the expression of indifference:

"The alchemy room can only be loaned to you for six days."

"Huh? Didn't you say it's been a month?" Meng Qi looked at the old man in surprise, why did the old man's attitude change so much after he heard that he had applied to the Academy of Archeology and Martial Arts.

"Oh, can't I go back on my word?" The old man picked his nostrils and said rascally.

Damn, Sichuan Opera doesn't change as quickly as you do.

Meng Qi gritted his teeth: "OK, six days will be six days."

After all, it was a verbal agreement, and Meng Qi had nothing to do if the old man went back on his word.

Moreover, there are only seven days left before the start of school, and the last day has to be rushed, and a month's time will not be used.

But I just feel uncomfortable.

Meng Qi took out a small notebook from his backpack and wrote down the old man in the notebook, with a note on the back: I owe the right to use the alchemy room for twenty-four days.

The old man's face was strange, and with his state, he could easily find out what Meng Qi wrote in the small book.

"I said do you have to hate me so much?"

"This is my business, it has nothing to do with you." Meng Qi put away the small notebook.

God riding a horse has nothing to do with me.

The old man almost believed it, and said to the staff standing at the door:

"This batch of hemostasis powder is very effective, so we will pay back it at the price of five hundred and one bottles."

When the staff left, the old man stopped Meng Qi: "There will be a small-scale auction here tomorrow. If you are interested, you can go and see it."

After speaking, the old man gave Meng Qi a black card.

"Forget it, I have no money." Meng Qi was about to return the black card to the old man.

The old man did not know where to take out a blue card: "There are two million in this card, I can lend it to you first, and return it to me within a year."

Meng Qi blinked his eyes, why did this stinky old man treat him so well all of a sudden, and was taken away?

"Aren't you afraid that I'll run away with two million?"

"Yes, you reminded me." The old man took out a piece of paper, wrote two lines on the paper, and handed it to Meng Qi.

The corner of Meng Qi's mouth twitched twice, it turned out to be an IOU.

I learned from the IOU that the old man's original name was Zhao Wuya.

Bah, the name was for nothing.

After thinking about it, Meng Qi still signed the IOU.

After all, he really wanted to see the auction tomorrow.