The Immortal Spiritual Picture

Yes, after refining weapons for so many years, it is very tiring.

He would feel very tired every time after refining.

Especially when the success rate is not high, it is even more tiring.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is physically exhausted.

Thinking of his not-so-high success rate, Fei Han couldn't help but sigh.

But the good news is that since he advanced to the Mahayana stage, his success rate in refining eighth-level medicine has increased a lot.

From the previous 20% to 30% to 70%!

This improvement made Fei Han very happy.

He likes refining too much.

Even if he wastes countless spiritual medicines and is always teased about the success rate, he still likes refining.

Looking at the round medicines emitting a faint glow, Fei Han always feels very satisfied.

As for refining weapons, Fei Han is not interested.

However, Fei Han felt that Gu Changhuan probably didn't particularly like refining weapons.

Otherwise, why did he appear in front of everyone as a refiner instead of a refiner?

After all, there were no other refiners among the human race in their Lingmie Land.

Fei Han thought so, completely ignoring the fact that medicine is actually the first and most urgent need for cultivators.

On the other hand, Gu Changyu had no regrets at all.

No one knew Brother Seventeen's abilities better than him, so there was nothing to be amazed at.

Just wait to get the spiritual treasure in three days.

On the other hand, after Gu Changhuan sorted out the remaining beast materials, he did take a bath and changed his clothes and had a good rest.

Refining weapons requires a lot of energy. Even if refining a spiritual treasure does not consume much energy, the cumulative consumption is still amazing.

More importantly, he always looked at the state of the materials in the furnace facing the underground fire, and he always felt that both his eyes and consciousness were very uncomfortable.

Lying on the couch in the Xuantian Tower, he could still faintly smell the scent of plants and trees. Because of the accumulated fatigue, Gu Changhuan quickly fell into sleep.

When he woke up, twelve hours had passed.

"I slept for a day!"

Gu Changhuan sighed, and finally changed his clothes and washed up, and left the Xuantian Tower with many spiritual treasures he had refined.

At first, he was refining the equipment on the side, but later he moved his position and came to the Xuantian Tower to continue refining the equipment.

Although there was no underground fire in the Xuantian Tower, Gu Changhuan could continue to refine with real fire.

Moreover, the true fire is easier to control. Although it consumes more true energy, it is nothing for Gu Changhuan.

After returning to his palace cave, Gu Changhuan's spiritual sense swept around. Seeing that the puppet had taken good care of the various bonsai spiritual plants in the cave over the years, he nodded slightly.

Because many cultivators of the Gu family did not know that Gu Changhuan had come out of retreat at this time, there were almost no people in Gu Changhuan's palace.

Only Gu Changhuan had a few spiritual beasts.

Yes, Mo Lin and the others also came out of retreat.

After years of retreat and cultivation, Mo Lin and the others finally came out of retreat, and their cultivation naturally made a breakthrough.

But even so, they are still a long way from the ninth level.

But Gu Changhuan is not in a hurry. The cultivation of spiritual beasts is slower than that of cultivators, but in fact, they are much stronger than cultivators of the same level.

Not to mention that the bloodline aptitude of several spirit beasts is very good, in fact, they are even stronger.

After Mo Lin and others came out of retreat, they heard the news that the little flower spirit had advanced, and they were all more excited than themselves.