Chapter 262： Baijia, Baiting, Baixin

This old man was the one who dropped a drop of blood into Song Ning's body outside Qingluo City at that time. At the moment, he was meditating in preparation for alchemy, but suddenly felt the drop of blood that had been almost refined.

He looked far away, as if he could see into the distance. After watching for a long time, he slowly withdrew his eyes.

"Yi Rongdan, Dan Tian is destroyed, but it feels that the" potential "is a bit stronger than before." The old man muttered secretly.

He seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he suddenly laughed: "Ha ha ha ha, interesting, interesting, this little guy is really interesting."

In his laughter, his mind moved, and his spiritual consciousness crossed eight hundred miles.

Eight hundred miles away, a young man looked like a sword, standing on the ice-built wall with his hand down, watching the soldiers drill below.

Next to him, stood a young girl, who stood slim and stood there, and gave countless power to the soldiers below. Her eyes were indifferent, and the facial features were as delicate as ice and snow carvings.

Suddenly, he heard a voice in his mind.

"Ting'er, when the two armies are at war, don't hurt if you see this person, if you can, you must bring it back."

This young man is Bai Ting, and beside him, Bai Xin!

Bai Ting's expression was stagnant, and a picture from 800 miles away appeared in his mind. The person in the picture was making alchemy before the giant alchemy furnace. His expression was very nervous and his eyes were extremely focused, but alchemy was very difficult.

This man ...

There are not many human monks who are impressed by Bai Ting. He looks at this person, much like his brother Song Ning who was in the fairy ruins.

But if you look closely, you will only find that the appearance is somewhat similar, but nothing else.

"Brother Song, now cultivated as at least Yuanying, and this person seems to have insufficient spiritual power for alchemy ..." Bai Ting murmured, disappointed.

The girl beside him heard the words, her beautiful eyes flickered, and she looked sideways at Bai Ting: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Bai Ting shook his head: "It's okay. Grandpa sent me a picture of a human alchemist. If I encounter it during a fight, don't hurt me. If you can, take the people back.

I saw the man for the first time just now, and he looked very much like Brother Song. "

A sudden ruddy face suddenly appeared on the face that had never changed like ice and snow, and the white core eyes flashed like snowflakes enchanting: "Song, Brother Song ?!"

Bai Ting smiled bitterly: "Unfortunately not, with Brother Song's talents, at least Yuan Yingxiu is doing it now, but the people in the picture have insufficient spiritual power for refining the Elixir. Brothers are also very different. "

The momentary redness on Bai Xin's face disappeared and resumed indifferently, like the snow flakes that never changed.

"Eleven years, I don't know if I can see Brother Song." Bai Xin said lightly.

Bai Ting took a deep breath: "If you can see Brother Song, you must talk to him. When will this war be over? I really don't want to fight. If I can make peace, how good it is."

Bai Xin sighed: "It's clear that the summation book has been delivered, but it has never been given back, and it seems that the people of the Leng family still have to take the initiative to attack and sneak attack on us tonight."

Speaking of this, Bai Ting was also puzzled: "Master Xinghui has been stargazing for a hundred years and said that this war is full of weirdness. Now, it seems that there is really something wrong."

Bai Xinmei looked into the distance, not knowing what was in her heart.

That little doll was now a snowy girl, everything changed around her, but only the big brother who stood outside the gate of the Xianxu palace to save her was never forgotten.

Hundreds of miles away, the other side of the Frost Enchantment.

Two thousand cold house soldiers looked at the huge alchemy furnace with flames, sometimes with white smoke, sometimes with a loud jingle, shaking left and right.

"Can this alchemy master do it? How do I feel about to explode?"

"I haven't seen the world before, it's normal, so many medicines, condensed into medicines in it, how could there be no movement?"

The soldiers also forgot the severe cold and pain at the moment.

One person made alchemy and thousands of people waited and watched. Song Ning tried his best to control the spiritual power. The Great Spirit Pill continued to take it, and his body was like a medium. As soon as the spiritual power in the Great Spirit Pill entered the body, flames came out of his hand , Baking alchemy furnace, refining immortality medicine.

From ancient times to now, there are many people who have used a giant alchemy furnace to make many elixirs at the same time, but there are 800, but very few. If the Song Ning refining is successful, then it is a glory in the history of the alchemy of the falling feather country .

Just as everyone was worried, the giant alchemy furnace stabilized, and Song Ning slowly put away his spiritual power. He was already exhausted, and he had the last big spiritual pill left on his body. He wouldn't be so embarrassed to take Da Ling Pill.

After bursts of rich Danxiang came, I knew that this time alchemy was successful.

Many soldiers looked solemn and excited. Almost no one knew that they had just witnessed a miracle.

Leng Fei and Leng Han, who have been watching the alchemy process all the time, now look at Song Ning like a god.

"When I was still in the cold home a hundred years ago, I read a classic book, which stated that the first person in alchemy in the history of the Fall of the Feathers, refined 1,300 immortals at once in a giant alchemy furnace. Second place One thousand elixirs are refined at a time, and the third place is seven hundred at a time ... "Leng Fei's throat knot wriggled. Who is this young man in front of him? Is he ... a human? !

Leng Han has never seen such a classic, but after listening to it, he is convinced: "Master Tian is the third person in the ancient world?"

Leng Fei smiled blankly, nodding while laughing, as if it was stupid, and gave himself a mouth with a snap: "I used to talk like that before, but I don't know who I disdain It ’s the third person in the history of this alchemy, ridiculous, ridiculous! "

Leng Han didn't make a sound, but he understood that alchemy master like Master Tian, ​​even if he left his hands and walked away at that time, was justified. This kind of talented man, who turned out to be a mortal, came to war with the demon. Frontline.

The cold wind was cold and Song Ning was exhausted. His eyes were blurred, his legs were soft, and he was weak in the cold wind.

He exhausted his last effort and said lightly: "Eight or eight hundred ... Su Yudan, Dan Cheng."

After he finished speaking, he fell into the snow with a bang.

Before the soldiers had time to cheer, they looked and moved, rushing to Song Ning, hoping to help him up.

Leng Hanqiang endured the pain and came to Song Ning. He lifted Song Ning from the snow and burst into tears.

"Master Tian!" Leng Han growled.

In his arms, Song Ning slowly raised her hands and rubbed her ears: "General Cold, I'm not dead yet, I'm just too tired. What do you do with such a loud voice ..."