Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 361 The daily earning of the geniuses

The undercurrent at the bottom of the Bi Bo Lake was surging, and the cold green light was flowing from Cangli Ge's fingertips, struggling with the spiritual energy gushing out from the gap in the restriction.

Cang Lige was submerged in the water, the ice-blue scales behind his ears glowing with light due to the use of spiritual power. The moment the water blade condensed by the Chaoyin Nine Palaces Technique split the red corals, a disciple on the shore suddenly shouted a reminder: "Your Highness, wait a minute! The price of this coral is discounted according to its quality!"

Before hitting the reef, the water blade transformed into thousands of soft waves, rolling up a few scattered corals and gently placing them on the bottom of the pool.

Cangli Ge's ear fins instantly turned peach red, and the mermaid silk on his wrist moved without wind. He felt embarrassed and awkward, and his heart seemed to be hanging in the air.

It was not until she saw the tip of the cinnabar pen hovering over the account, hesitating for a moment, and finally crossing out the line of account, that she realized a crescent-shaped mark had been left on her palm, and only then did she feel better.

"boom--"

The aftermath of the seventh vibration of the Lingyang Bow made Yan Zhaoming's palms numb. Even the so-called hard training was not so tiring. It made him feel as if his arms were not his own.

With this mistake, the Golden Crow's flames licked the entire spirit stone vein uncontrollably.

The Golden Crow Fire was supposed to accurately melt away impurities in the ore veins, but in the red-gold flowing fire, the originally mottled black iron ore actually melted into a winding glazed river that stretched for ten miles. The reflected colorful halos made everyone's faces flicker, and the onlookers were dumbfounded.

"You call this the refinement of fire control?"

The deacon elder in charge of the vein looked at the vein ore that was faintly glowing and seemed to be melting. He shook his beard and stroked the hot crystallized rock wall with trembling hands. He used his wolf hair brush to spread a large blob of ink on the merit book, crossed out "reward of three hundred spirit stones" and changed it to "deduction of five thousand spirit stones".

This made Yan Zhaoming's already tight wallet even worse.

The rustling sound of the black jade snake Gu swallowing and spitting out the elixir residue inside the Wan Gu Ding and the repeated calls of "Please make way" outside the cauldron mixed into a noisy melody.

Tan Heng's Thousand Tribulations Snake Bone Whip was wrapped around the Ten Thousand Gu Cauldron, the Black Jade Snake Gu was devouring the waste residue from the alchemy room in batches, and Tan Heng was looking at the poisonous Gu that he had carefully refined, and was diligently sorting the waste pills - the Red Scorpion Gu was holding the charred residue and flying towards the "combustible", and the Ice Toad Gu was puffing up its cheeks and pushing the medicine residue into the "recyclable".

When a greedy green phosphorus insect secretly swallowed a piece of cinnabar ash, the snake bone whip in her hand suddenly jumped up and hit the little thing so accurately that it spit out a ball of gray mist.

He looked like an overseer - he had never imagined that the poisonous insects he had carefully cultivated would be used to deal with "garbage".

At the same time, a muffled sound of earth-shaking came from the back mountain. Li Zhe looked at the handle of the Sky-Splitting Axe that was deeply embedded in the rock. The strong wind caused by the Wild Blood Hundred Beasts Art was still echoing in the mine, and the huge force it generated collapsed half of the mountain wall.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the mining array that was originally covered with spider webs had shattered into stardust all over the ground.

Li Zheng thought this was very convenient, and wiped his sweat as he was about to carry the collapsed spiritual stone, but was stopped by several responsible disciples: "Friend Li, mining is not like chopping wood, please leave us alone!" Are they here to mine or blast the mountain? !

"Master Li." The mining disciple was holding a broken piece of the formation hub and wanted to cry, "There is a spirit-attracting formation embedded with 360 moon stones inside..."

Some disciples were so upset that they tapped on the vein pattern. Our young master of the Beast Valley was shocked to find that he had hit the center of the mine array. He owed a large amount of spirit stones before he even opened the mine.

Jiang Caixue was squatting on the roof of the dining hall, using the Snow Hidden Spear to pick up tiles and repair the glazed roof. Every time Jiang Jinyue next to him poked a crack, there would be cries of "Why is there dust in the soup again?" from the dining hall below.

"I didn't mean it..." Jiang Jinyue slowed down his movements and tried to move.

"It's empty there! Don't step on it!" Jiang Caixue had just finished speaking, and before she could make any gestures, she saw her sister's skirt embroidered with a silver moon pattern flash through the gap between the tiles, and then she fell down gracefully.

The crisp sound of glass fell into the dining hall along with the little sister's screams.

She was startled and lay down on the broken roof where the wind was blowing in, looking down. She saw the steam rising from the dining hall wrapped in tiles and pouring down, pouring into the boiling pot of eight-treasure soup.

The girl, wrapped in broken tiles, fell into the steaming hot air of the dining hall.

When Jiang Jinyue poked his wet head out of the soup pot with half a piece of glazed tile on his head, a disciple next to him who was holding a spoon was "gazing affectionately" at the broken tile at the bottom of the bowl.

Jiang Jinyue was so embarrassed that his face turned red. He climbed up from the dining table. There were grass roots stuck in his hair, his face was covered with dust, and now it was covered with soup.

When he looked up, he saw the disciples sitting across the table, looking at each other in amazement, still holding jade chopsticks in their hands. There were still a few pieces of glazed tiles in the soup pot, and there was a suspicious oily sheen in the aroma.

Jiang Jinyue: “…”

The disciple who was eating: "......" Oh my god! My lunch!!!

The disciple who was eating looked confused, but he had actually been gone for a while.

Yun Wujiu, who was in the medical hall, casually hung the peach wood sword in front of the alchemy furnace. The purple lightning struck by the Nine Heavens Thunder Art should have been a slow fire, but it turned the whole furnace of Qingxin Pills into thunderbolts. In the ruins of the alchemy room, the residual power of the purple lightning was still wandering among the wreckage of the cauldron and furnace, making crackling sounds on the ground. The gentle and handsome little Taoist looked at the alchemy room that was blown into charcoal, feeling a little autistic.

Gu Jinzhi looked at the alchemy room that looked like it had been bombed by an explosive pill and thought he had gone to the wrong place.

"The abbot of Zixiao Temple is good at refining pills. As the abbot's first disciple, the movements of the Taoist priest in refining pills are quite unique..." He should go and study the explosive pill with Sister Yan.

Yun Wujiu felt like his ears were about to burn off: "Actually, I'm not very good at it."

"...Then why did you come to take this mission?"

"My disciple called me, so I came." Yun Wujiu coughed awkwardly. The ruins of the alchemy room were filled with the smell of burnt and bitter medicine. Yun Wujiu's snow-white Taoist robe was stained with blue ash from the explosion of the alchemy furnace. The purple lightning was still wandering in the broken formation. He took out a few Qingxin Pills from the ashes.

"But it has been refined after all, and the quality is also good."

Gu Jinzhi looked at the Qingxin Pill, which should have been green and elegant, but turned completely black. The charred pill suddenly emitted a wisp of green smoke, burning a hole in Yun Wujiu's black clothes.

Gu Jinzhi: “…”

Li Ruixi, who came over to get the pills, still looked gentle. The jade abacus in his hand made crisp sounds in the smell of burning. At this moment, the sound of the beads colliding seemed to be interwoven into a strange rhythm with the noise from the distant dining hall, the rumble from the back mountain, and the crackling of the alchemy room.

When the last bead rang, Yun Wujiu's verdict came down.

"It's a lower-grade Xuan-level Qingxin Pill, but its quality needs to be improved. It costs a total of 800 spirit stones. The alchemy room and its furnishings, the formations and the furnace in the room cost a total of 13,600 spirit stones. After deducting the pill, it's 12,800. I'll give Taoist Yun a small amount, 12,000 ordinary spirit stones, which will be added to Taoist Yun's current account when the time comes."

Yun Wujiu was a little touched: "Fellow Daoist Li..." It's eight hundred cheaper!

Gu Jinzhi expressed it tactfully: "Fellow Daoist Yun's Nine Heavens Thunder Art is truly exquisite. The other day, he tempered his sword to draw the heavenly thunder forging, and used up thirty thunder-drawing talismans. If I had known that your purple lightning could melt gold and break jade, I should have asked you to work in the weapon refining workshop."

Yun Wujiu's hand, which was brushing off his Taoist robe, stopped in mid-air. The tips of his ears were suddenly stained with cinnabar color. The copper bells on the eaves jingled in the wind, and the sound of Li Ruixi's gentle voice spread among the ruins.

"To be honest, I'm ashamed to say that the crude alchemy methods of our medical hall, which are slowly roasted with ordinary fire, are probably not worthy of the thunderous and powerful tempering method."

The implication is: Go and bully others, we will use the spirit stones to ward off disaster.

Yun Wujiu blushed upon hearing this: 〒▽〒