Su Rongrong leaned against the window on the second floor and looked at the scenery outside the square. Her face was a bit quiet. She liked to watch the scenery alone.


    Suddenly, the box door opened with a squeak.


    Su Rongrong was stunned for a moment. Looking back, he saw the boy of zhuyinzong shaking out from inside, shaking his arm, as if he was muttering something.


    "Isn''t the material enough?" Su Rongrong shook her head and smiled. After all, she was only a teenager. It was still too reluctantly to achieve a one-third success rate.


    "Hey, here you are." Wu Feng saw the woman in white as soon as he got out of the box. He was surprised, but it''s better not to go to her by himself.


    "How many copies have been refined?" Su Rongrong looked at him gently with a smile and inadvertently glanced at the wooden box in his hand.


    "It''s all here." Wu Feng scratched his head and said, "it''s too careless on the way. Two materials were broken. There are 88 hemostatic pills here. You can count them."


    What?


    Su Rongrong was stunned.


    She widened her eyes and looked at the boy strangely, "eighty-eight? You, you mean, you only broke two?"


    "Yes." Wu Feng looked at her strangely... Will such a simple thing fail? I broke two copies by myself, mainly because I was too careless and didn''t think about it carefully, which led to careless refining.


    Just two copies has made him very painful.


    This is twenty liang of gold!


    I have been a little worker for more than ten years, but I may not be able to earn it!


    "This..." Su Rongrong''s throat was dry. He couldn''t wait to take the wooden box from Wu Feng''s hand and lift the lid. A strong and almost viscous fragrance of medicine came from the inside and filled the whole second floor.


    The blood red hemostatic pill, the size of a dense thumb, lay in a wooden box.


    Su Rongrong just glanced at it and counted it. No more, no less, just 88! She raised her head and looked at Wu Feng like a monster.


    Oh, my God.


    What kind of success rate is this!!


    She helped her father run business in this medicine shop. Naturally, she met many alchemists, but she had never seen such a frightening success rate in alchemy.


    "Sister, why don''t you give me two more materials and I''ll refine two more, just enough to exchange three Peiyuan pills." Wu Feng looked forward to it carefully.


    Su Rongrong came back and shook his head and said, "no, it''s enough to change three copies of Peiyuan pill materials here. Although there are two missing, it saves many copies of hemostatic pill materials. I''ll let someone wrap three copies of Peiyuan pill materials for you later."


    "Really?" Wu Feng was overjoyed. With Peiyuan pill, he could improve his body. He is expected to enter the martial arts academy to practice martial arts and become a strong person after tomorrow!


    Although it is said that the status of an Alchemist is sometimes higher than that of a martial artist, becoming a martial artist can not only increase life expectancy, but also escape when encountering a powerful enemy.


    And the alchemist can only wait to die.


    Su Rongrong looked at Wu Feng''s happy appearance, suddenly moved in her heart and said in surprise: "the material of Peiyuan pill you want... Do you want to refine it yourself?"


    "Yes," Wu Feng answered casually.


    "..." Su Rongrong was dull and looked at Wu Feng foolishly.


    No one knows how shocked she is at the moment. Can a 16-year-old boy become a first-class alchemist? Is this a genius or a monster?


    "By the way!" Su Rongrong hurriedly said, "why don''t you refine Peiyuan pill here. The copper stove is free for you. If you need someone to start, I can find some alchemy apprentices for you."


    Wu Feng was stunned, shook his head and said, "I''ll go back and refine this. I''ve been out for a long time today. I have to go back quickly."


    Su Rongrong''s pretty face showed disappointment. She thought and said, "will you come next time?"


    "Come on, I have to buy materials." Wu Feng thought about cableway.


    "Great!" Su Rongrong said happily.


    Wu Feng looked at her inexplicably... You don''t have to show it so obviously if you want to make my money.


    But he knew there that Su Rongrong just wanted to see if he could refine the first-order pill.


    ……


    After packing three copies of peiyuandan materials, Wu Feng went to one of the restaurants to buy two copies of barbecue pork when he was ready to leave the square city.


    Of course, this money is the silver he receives from the sect every month. It''s a total of eight liang of silver, which almost consumes all the money in a month.


    "Xiaobiao, you''ve helped me a lot today. You have to treat him well." Wu Feng was so happy that he didn''t mind this little money.


    Originally, there was a pill in his mind. He just speculated that he could refine pills. Now he really tried, and he was sure.


    I am an alchemist!


    Is it not fast for alchemists to make money? Today alone, I earned three copies of peiyuandan''s materials, equivalent to 900 liang of gold!


    ……


    At dusk, the sunset glow is bright.


    Fang City, medicine shop.


    In front of the box on the second floor, there are two figures standing. On the left is Su Rongrong in white. Next to her, there is a middle-aged man in green robes, with a bit of natural and unrestrained on his handsome face.


    He looked solemnly at the medicine stove in the box, which was the one used for medicine made by Wu Feng.


    "Are you sure that the boy made 88 hemostatic pills in only one and a half hours, and only two failed?" the middle-aged man in green robe was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked.


    Su Rongrong respectfully said, "yes, I only gave 90 copies of materials."


    The middle-aged man in green robe stared at the medicine stove, sighed and said, "if I remember correctly, this man should be called Lin long. He is the chief disciple of the alchemy Institute. He is 18 years old this year. Last year, I heard that he followed master Murong to learn how to refine Peiyuan pill. Unexpectedly, he has reached the first-class alchemist now."


    Su Rongrong said, "how do you know he can refine Peiyuan pill? Maybe he just tries to refine it. Moreover, to achieve the qualification of a first-class alchemist, you must increase the success rate of pills of the same level to one-third!"


    The middle-aged man in green robe shook his head and said, "you don''t understand. First of all, even the first-class Alchemist''s success rate in refining hemostatic pills is only 80%, and he is almost 100%. Second, his Dan speed... He can refine 88 hemostatic pills in an hour and a half. How terrible is this? I estimate that his level is the top among the first-class alchemists."


    "Dan speed!" Su Rongrong suddenly realized this and was stunned.


    Judging from the level of an alchemist, the first is the success rate and the second is the speed of alchemy!


    The faster the speed of alchemy, the more skillful the means. Similarly, the stronger the ability to control the fire! Some people use ordinary flame to refine a pill, which takes several hours, while others use rare spiritual fire, and the speed of refining pills has increased by more than ten times!


    It is more difficult to control the spirit fire.


    Controlling the flame is the most fundamental thing of an alchemist. The unfamiliar and skillful technique determines the speed of Dan Cheng.


    ……


    After two watchings, there were 20 recommended tickets yesterday, but only 11 more today. Please recommend tickets!!!!!