The key of alchemy is to master the flame of refining metal. Ordinary flame can't refine the spirit in metal. Only special fire can forge the mechanical life with vitality.

In the bright land, although there are many forgers, the metals they can make are all dead. Only the metals with real spirit are the essence of alchemy.

The reason why the Qinglong family can become the first forging family in the bright land is because of the Qingyan that they have passed down from generation to generation. It is said that the founder of the Qinglong family took the fire from the deep ice. This kind of fire is not afraid of water, and can burn continuously in the ice and never go out.

The Centennial martial arts of the Qinglong family are made of Qingyan. It can be said that the Centennial martial arts are the closest to holy weapons after the battle of gods and demons.

There are essential differences between forgers and alchemy. The best forgers can only force the spirit out of the metal, and can't form the inherent thinking ability. It's like a sword drinking blood. It has formed a great tacit understanding with its master, but it can't talk like Momo 1 and Momo 2!!

If the forger is creating, the Alchemist is creating.

From scratch, create a new life.

Alchemists are more concerned with spirituality in metal than with metal itself.

Shen Yanxiao is speechless after discarding hundreds of black iron.

All her operations are in accordance with the procedures recorded in the alchemy book, but I don't know where there is a mistake. Whenever she extracts the spirituality in the black iron with the flame, the spirituality in the black iron will suddenly disappear without a trace. This is clearly a mistake in controlling the fire, because the burning is too long, leading to the spiritual dissipation.

But she didn't make a mistake?

Shen Yanxiao is depressed. No matter what she studies, she comes at her fingertips. Unexpectedly, she fell over in alchemy. All day and all night, she didn't even have a semi-finished product!!

The tragic facts deeply hit Shen Yanxiao's self-confidence.

If she goes on, Shen Yanxiao is not sure she can succeed. She just sits cross legged on the ground and puts a small furnace and a piece of black iron in front of her.

"What's wrong?" Shen Yanxiao's hands encircled his chest and his brow was tightly wrinkled.

The kindling provided by Mo mo'an is the most commonly used fire by dwarven alchemists. This kind of flame is less active than Qingyan. Although it is impossible to create a complete soul, there is no problem in refining some spirituality.

This is what momoan and Momo can use.

But why is there something wrong with this thing when it comes to your own hands?

Shen Yanxiao can be sure that there must be something wrong with the fire. Otherwise, the spirit in the black iron will not dissipate so fast every time it reaches the last moment.

Shen Yanxiao wants to try a different kind of fire. She asks Mo Moco.

However, Mo Mo Ke told her that there is only one kind of Mo nationality, that is, fire.

At this moment, Shen Yanxiao really wants to cry without tears.

Ordinary flame can't quench the spirit in the metal, and the Momo people can't bring out other kinds of fire, so Shen Yanxiao's Alchemy experiment had to stop.

"Where can I get a different flame?" Shen Yanxiao is distressed.