Chapter 2191

Master Sima, the master of medicine, compared a young man in his twenties with him. For Sima Yalin, it was a shame.

Besides, Lord Sima is an example in the heart of Sima Yalin. Looking at the family of martial arts masters in China, who dares to argue with him?

The level of pharmacists is divided into one to nine levels, and each level is divided into upper, middle and lower levels. The pharmacists at each level can refine all kinds of magic pills, and their status has become extremely prominent in the cultivation world.

The pharmacists have a very strong appeal, because no matter who they are, they can hope that the pharmacists can owe them a favor. Once they have the favor, they can obtain the best pills they need in their own cultivation, so as to assist the cultivation.

Of course, to be a pharmacist is not only to have certain requirements for medicinal materials, medical science and martial arts cultivation. Every pharmacist must have one attribute, and there must be two kinds of pharmacists, and their own attributes must belong to fire. There must be a trace of wood gas in the fire body for catalytic effect, and they must have excellent soul perception.

After Mo Wen got the strange fire, he had Jiulong cauldron to refine medicine. He was still the new master of the ghost family, and his soul perception was nothing.

Master Sima has now reached five levels, and the power of soul perception (that is, the power of spirit and spirit) has also reached four levels. The old man actually said that master Sima is not as good as Mo Wen. Sima Yalin immediately became angry, but because the old man in front of her is her own elder, she did not get angry: "third grandfather, you have been in the Sima family for most of your life, Since you were twenty years old, you have followed your grandfather's prescription. You know what my grandfather's level is. If you use this woodlouse to insult Grandpa, don't blame me for ignoring you later. "

"Miss! This... "The old man realized that what he had just said was heavy, but he clearly smelled the flavor of mowen's refining pills with the best hammer, which was absolutely not wrong. After careful thinking, he felt that it was a little abrupt, and his evaluation and judgment of mowen was too arbitrary. Maybe, even if mowen had the best pill, it might not be made by him.

Thinking of this, the old man calmed down, went to Sima Yalin's side, bowed his head to admit his mistake and said: "Miss, I'm wrong, but... Doctor Mo is not an ordinary man. How difficult is it to refine the best pills? The old master may not be sure of success in refining. Just now, you said that Dr. Mo wanted to use 15 hammers to refine pills and give them to the silver family to cancel his engagement with Miss Yin. If he didn't have a lot of top-notch pills in his hand, or he didn't know how to refine more top-notch pills, why did he have 15 top-notch pills in one hand? Everyone knows the importance of pills to a cultivator. Don't ask if he is a doctor and a cultivator. He doesn't know the importance of pills to him every moment? Ordinary hammer alchemy can help a person to improve his physical strength and accomplishments by 1.5 times. Don't say how powerful the medicine effect of the best hammer alchemy is. Don't ask how rash it can be? "

"This... This may be his nonsense, too?" Sima Yalin can't explain the purpose of Mo Wen's action, and there is no way to explain the problems of these problems. We can only use this sentence to summarize Mo Wen's personality and mentality.

"No..." the old man shook his head, looked at Sima Yalin very seriously, and said in a low voice: "Miss, it's not that I think highly of doctor Mo, but that this son has the smell of a top pharmacist... You see!"

With that, the old man pointed to Mo's direction.

Sima Yalin saw Mo Wen sitting cross legged on the floor of an unmanned office on the side. The location of Sima Yalin and the old man was just in the straight line of the window of the office. It was very clear that Mo Wen took out a strange shaped tripod from the bag, and then threw the precious medicinal materials and the thousand year five finger Ganoderma lucidum into the tripod stove.

This is not what surprised Sima Yalin the most. In the next scene, Sima Yalin could not help shouting: "strange fire..."

I only saw Mo Wen holding the tripod with one hand. In the palm of the hand holding the tripod, a faint flame suddenly burned. As a pharmacist, how can I not know what Mo Wen is doing?

"The old master is a middle-class pharmacist of five levels. He can only use the fire of cultivation to urge the cauldron to make medicine. However, when he is only in his twenties, master Mo can control a kind of abnormal fire and make a batch of pills in a very short time! If I'm not wrong, in a few minutes, Mo's elixir is definitely the best elixir... "

"How many minutes? "The best?" Sima Yalin was shocked. She really didn't want to believe that such a young man could refine a batch of top-quality pills in a few minutes.

"If you don't want to believe me, you may as well wait a few minutes to find out!" The old man paid close attention to Mo Wen all day today. He observed every detail of Mo Wen very carefully. He felt that he would never wrong people. There was a powerful momentum hidden in Mo Wen that he had never seen before. Even the old man who had seen the world and was under the pressure of a great master could not help praising Mo Wen's terrible degree.

"..." Sima Yalin was silent. She couldn't help walking towards the office. She stood at the window and looked at Mo Wen carefully.

Maybe Mo Wen didn't want to hide the fact that he could make medicine from Sima Yalin. Maybe Mo Wen didn't care about the scene of making medicine when he was seen by others in order to make 15 best hammers and give them to Yin Ruoyu.

You know, every pharmacist is extremely secretive about his own refining process, but don't ask. On the contrary, he is openly refining pills in an office without closing the curtain.

Time went by, about three minutes later.

Let Sima Yalin face big change of a scene appeared in front of her eyes, even a wave from the office floated out of the smell of the best pills, came.

"Bang!" Don't ask about the tripod in your hand. There's a cloud of air. Many pills jump out of the tripod stove.

One, two... Seventeen

Oh, my God, the whole seventeen best hammers!

It's... It's impossible... How could he make seventeen elixir hammers in just three minutes?

Sima Yalin, who has been learning alchemy knowledge from his grandfather since childhood, has a clear mind. It is extremely rare for a pharmacist to produce more than ten pills in a furnace. Besides, these 17 pills are all the best.

"Miss, am I right? Doctor Mo can't be insulted... He is a top pharmacist... "

"God, this... How can this woodlouse be so powerful?" Sima Yalin was completely shocked. The original dislike of Mo Wen disappeared in an instant. Instead, it was worship. Yes, it was a woman's worship of men. This kind of worship even surpassed her worship of her grandfather.