Immemorial War God

Medicinal pills that could increase lifespan were not that easy to refine. These people could not do it at all, otherwise they would not have invited an artificer like the Master Liao here, as they were here to help control the firepower.    

    

But even so, they were still unable to refine the pill. If they had a strong apothecary or pill refining method, even a master refiner would have a chance of refining the pill.    

    

Ran Mingshi was the pillar of the Jade Flame Gate. Once he was done for, even two-fifths of the Jade Flame Gate would collapse, and the Jade Flame Gate would instantly slide from being first to second among the Four Major Sects. Therefore, when Mo Feng came in, these people wanted to kill him in order to prevent Mo Feng from spreading the news.    

    

"Little friend, do you really need this soft water?" Ran Mingshi looked at Mo Feng and slowly said. Mo Feng's mouth raised, a person's life was different. Even if they spoke less nonsense, they would not ask him if he had any pill refining methods, but instead ask about the need for soft water.    

    

"Right." Mo Feng nodded his head. He slowly raised his hand and turned it slowly, and an exquisite jade bottle appeared in his hand. He handed it over to Mo Feng slowly.    

    

"Here are ten drops of soft water. It should be enough for you." They did not hide the greed in their eyes at all. The soft water on the ground was incomparably precious, and normally, it was as difficult as ascending to the sky if even a single drop. They did not expect Ran Mingshi to take out ten drops of the bottle so easily, and how many weapons could he use to refine and how many pills he had refined.    

    

"Ran Mingshi, are you going to just give it to him like that?" One of them said as he stared at the jade bottle. Ran Mingshi's gaze was always on Mo Feng, she did not even bother to pay attention to him, so he had no choice but to stay silent, but his eyes were still glued to the jade bottle, unwilling to part with her.    

    

"Thank you very much." Mo Feng's mouth formed a smile, and casually received the jade bottle. Opening the bottle, he looked inside, and saw a small puddle of deep yellow water that looked like amber quietly lying inside.    

    

"When Ran Mingshi does things, it's straightforward." Mo Feng said as he stored the jade bottle in his storage ring, swept a glance at the six elders.    

    

"Hmph." The six elders scoffed. How could they not understand the hidden meaning behind Mo Feng's words?    

    

"Kid, you've already gotten your hands on the soft water. You should have taken out your pill forging technique now, right?" At this time, old man Xuan said in a strange tone.    

    

"Take it out? How do you want me to take it? " Mo Feng curled his lips and said.    

    

old man Xuan was startled, then his eyes lit up when he saw Mo Feng. It was as if he had finally grasped onto Mo Feng's weakness, and he quickly said to him.    

    

"Ran Mingshi, this brat doesn't have any!"    

    

"Shut up!"    

    

Before he even finished speaking, Ran Mingshi immediately shouted out explosively, and coldly looked him in the eye. Old man Xuan's head shrank and he didn't dare say another word.    

    

"Elder Xuan, you've lived for so many years. You don't even understand the words of the younger generation?" Ran Mingshi asked with a blaming look.    

    

Old man Xuan shrank his head again and didn't say a word.    

    

"Brushstroke." Ran Mingshi said indifferently, one of the elders immediately took out ink and paper and gave it to Mo Feng. Mo Feng picked up his brush, looked at Ran Mingshi, and smiled. It was easy to deal with smart people.    

    

Ye Zichen quickly wrote down a few words on the paper.    

    

The seven of them curiously came over, but Mo Feng did not give them the chance. He quickly finished writing one and immediately covered it, so that they could only look at it.    

    

"What exactly is written on it?" The seven of them felt their hearts itch. The more they didn't let them see them, the more curious they became. Master Liao was also very curious, he also wanted to see what kind of pill refining techniques Mo Feng had.    

    

But Mo Feng also did not let him read it, so he could only give up, and when he finished writing it, he would know.    

    

"Completed!"    

    

Mo Feng wrote for an entire quarter of an hour, with a single pill refinement technique already numbering in the tens of words. Actually, there weren't that many words in this pill refining method. He had added a few comments on the basis of the ten drops of soft water.    

    

An old man held out a brush, ink and paper to Ran Mingshi. Ran Mingshi took a look at the paper, and a ray of light appeared in his eyes.    

    

"Holy Sword!"    

    

The more Ran Mingshi read, the more shocked he became. This [Holy Finger] was no ordinary pill refining technique, according to the description and the content, it could already be classified as a middle tier pill refining technique!    

    

A Star Pool Realm cultivator actually took out an Intermediate Alchemy Skill. How astonishing was this! One must know that in the Jade Flame Gate, most alchemists masters only knew a basic alchemy technique, and even he himself only knew an intermediate alchemy technique.    

    

Moreover, there were many comments in the content. This was even more shocking.    

    

"Hiss!"    

    

The more they looked, the more shocked they were, but when the seven of them saw him, they were all at a loss, and even had a strange expression on their faces. They had never seen such a look of shock on Ran Mingshi's face before, but to him who had lived for nearly three hundred years, what could shock him to such an extent?    

    

The seven of them glanced at Mo Feng, and they became even more curious about the method of refining the pellet.    

    

"Mo Feng." Ran Mingshi had to spend an entire two hours to finish reading through this pill cultivating technique. After he finished reading, the hands that were holding the paper started to tremble as he raised his head to look at Mo Feng. Even though two hours had passed, he was still unable to hide the shock on his face.    

    

"Where did you get your pill refining skills from?"    

    

"Occasionally." Mo Feng replied.    

    

"Ugh …"    

    

The seven of them heard a black line appear on their forehead. To be able to cause Ran Mingshi to be this shocked, this method of refining pills must be extraordinary.    

    

None of them believed what Mo Feng said, but they could not refute him either.    

    

Looking at their disbelieving looks, Mo Feng felt helpless. What could he do, in his memory, was really not to be found any lower than Intermediate Alchemy Techniques. He had already abandoned these low-end Alchemy Techniques nine hundred years ago, he basically could not remember them now, even if he could remember, he would not even bother to waste that brain of his.    

    

"Ran Mingshi, can you let me have a look?" The few of them couldn't help but ask curiously. What kind of pill cultivating method was able to cause Ran Mingshi to be so shocked?    

    

Ran Mingshi let out a long sigh of relief, gave a deep look at Mo Feng, and passed the pill cultivating techniques to the few of them.    

    

"Hiss!"    

    

"What a formidable pill forging technique. It is at least several times stronger than mine!"    

    

"Why would such a pill forging technique appear on him?"    

    

After looking, they saw that Mo Feng had become even more shocked. He did not even have such a powerful pill cultivating technique in the entire Jade Flame Gate, how could a former genius get such good luck!    

    

"Mo Feng, where did you get this technique?" Old man Xuan looked straight at Mo Feng and asked. Greed flashed past his eyes; To be able to take out such a powerful pill refining method, there must be other stronger methods on his body. Not only him, everyone was tempted by what Mo Feng might have.