Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Qin Ming began to refine Fenghuo Pill.

The purple You Huo hovered in the alchemy furnace, Qin Ming slowly closed his eyes, and focused on sensing the You Huo.

Youhuo is like his own arm, even easier to control than his arm.

Under the effect of Youhuo, the source plant in the alchemy furnace is fully revealed.

Qin Ming can use spiritual power to refine precisely, so that the medicine that can be successfully refined has excellent medicinal properties.

Ordinary alchemists can only rely on their intuition and their past experience in alchemy, so alchemy requires a certain amount of luck.

Sometimes luck is good, and the medicinal properties of the refined medicine are sufficient, and sometimes the tone of voice is not good, and the condition is not good, and the medicinal properties of the refined medicine are poor.

This is still a high-strength alchemist. If the strength is poor, the only way to fail is to be unlucky.

No alchemist can guarantee that he will succeed in alchemy.

But Qin Ming can guarantee that he can definitely succeed in alchemy.

For him, as long as he is proficient in refining, he can refine it to perfection, let alone fail in refining.

This batch of pills is very important to Qin Ming, and Qin Ming has never been more focused.

Looking at Qin Ming who was concentrating on it, Song Chaoyun's eyes were bright.

Song Chaoyun has seen many geniuses in the sky. After all, she is the heir of the family and will deal with all kinds of forces.

Song Chaoyun is not good at fighting, and intends to rely on forging ability to make a living.

It is normal to live by a skill in the city.

Many powerful blacksmiths have devoted their entire lives to the way of forging, resulting in extremely poor martial arts.

Such a martial artist will not only not be despised by others, but will be respected and flattered by everyone.

Song Chaoyun's previous ambition was to become such a person.

She also lived up to expectations, with a strong forging talent, and became a true dragon-level blacksmith at a young age.

After reaching the level of a true dragon blacksmith, she was not proud and complacent, but continued to learn forging from her grandfather.

If it weren't for martial arts, she would have already broken through to the holy beast level blacksmith.

Like alchemy, forging also needs to break through the realm of martial arts to the realm of holy beasts, and only by forging can one break through to the realm of holy beasts.

After all, the power of qi and blood, as well as the origin qi, can't keep up. It's just a dream to refine holy beast level equipment.

Later, she worked hard to improve her martial arts strength, but she didn't expect that the family would be in trouble because of her mother and because of her.

The family was destroyed, the mother was taken away, and she could only survive alone.

Although she was not killed by those people because of her mother, Song Chaoyun understood that from now on she could only rely on herself.

Those people didn't take her seriously at all.

Like her, there are countless people in that group of warriors with the supreme bloodline.

Of course, the concentration of the supreme blood in her body is relatively strong. If she goes back with them, she can live in the ethnic group and have a relatively high status.

At least breaking through to the realm of the holy beast is not a problem at all.

However, Song Chaoyun hated that ethnic group and wished that all their bloodlines would be extinct, how could he join them.

"Perhaps I was able to achieve outstanding achievements in the forging process. Apart from my own talent, my blood also played a vital role." Song Chaoyun felt very uncomfortable about this.

She would rather not have this talent, but also want to get rid of her own blood.