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The three hundred and seventieth chapter come again [2]

Murong Ningyue didn't say much. After taking the handful of herbs, he started to refine it. He raised fire and melted the pills into pills. Murong Ningyue's movements were easy and skillful. The whole process was as pleasing to the eye as flowing water. In less than half an hour, a furnace of excellent Yiyuan Pill was put into the bottle by Murong Ningyue.

Murong Ningyue walked to the student and handed the pill over. The student took the pill with trembling hands. Judging from the process of Murong Ningyue's pill refining just now, he had already believed what Murong Ningyue said before. He slowly poured out a pill and put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and then swallowed the pill in one mouthful.

"It's true! It's true Yiyuan Dan!"

The student showed an ecstatic expression on his face. Most of these students are ordinary children. They rely on their own hard work on their cultivation. There is no such much elixir for them to take. Even if they collect herbs, it is difficult to meet an alchemist. Even if they have good luck, they can't afford to pay for the reward.

Now Murong Ningyue, a top-grade alchemist, refining medicine for them for free, is a huge gift. The student who took the medicine bowed deeply to Murong Ningyue. It seemed that he would never forget this kindness.

Murong Ningyue looked calm. She did good deeds not to do good deeds for the sake of these people. If it weren't for her benefit, she wouldn't bother to do it. However, seeing this person's sincere appearance, Murong Ningyue was still a little touched. It seems that it's good to do good deeds occasionally.

But Murong Ningyue soon regretted it, and a bunch of herbs were placed in front of her. Murong Ningyue patted her head and smiled bitterly, "I said that I only refined three furnaces a day. Xiaoyi Yaoyao, please help me watch it!"

Wan Xiaoyi and others maintained order and selected the top ten lucky ones. Murong Ningyue started a voluntary alchemy journey. By the time these ten furnaces of elixirs were finished, it was already dark. The people who received the elixirs were all happy. The people who could not get the elixirs were only frowning. But everyone was full of gratitude for Murong Ningyue. Even if the person who didn't get the elixir was the same, it was rare for such a top-grade alchemist to refine alchemy for free in the academy.

Just when Murong Ningyue wanted to leave, Ye Feng suddenly walked over.

"School sister, I really didn't expect you to be a master of alchemy. By the way, you said you could refine weapons before, but I wonder if it's true?" Ye Feng said with surprise at Murong Ningyue.

Murong Ningyue stretched out her waist. After refining the pill for a day, she was exhausted. However, the benefits were obvious. She had made great progress in controlling the flames and refining the ability. Seeing Ye Feng at this time, Murong Ningyue smiled and said, "So it's a senior, it's not as good as refining the pills. Although my level of refining the weapon is not as high as that of refining the alchemy, ordinary treasures can still be refined."

Ye Feng was not pretentious when he heard this, and took out a piece of Xuan Railway: "Then I'll ask my junior to help me refine a dagger."

Murong Ningyue looked suspicious and said, "This black iron can only refine ordinary treasures at most, but you are already the Spirit Lord. The honorific weapon is the most suitable for you!"

Ye Feng smiled and said, "This is not something I use myself, I am just entrusted by someone."

Murong Ningyue is not a troublesome person. She no longer asks questions now, and then takes the black iron and starts to refine weapons.
Chapter completed!
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