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Chapter 421 Disturbing the good things

He then spent 3 yuan to refine the second furnace. After the second furnace was refined, the medicinal materials were all black, and finally exploded, blackening Yang Yifan's face.

Dong Xianling took three steps back in fright.

Yang Yifan asked her to stay away to avoid being bombed.

Dong Xianling said worriedly on the side: "Yang Yifan, it's so dangerous for you to make pills, why don't you do it?"

Yang Yifan also wanted to give up, but he couldn't give up, saying: "I have no way out, I can't watch you become Chen Tiangui's girlfriend, so I have to refine this medicine."

Yang Yifan smelted two furnaces, and spent 6 yuan on two furnaces, but the third furnace was not heated enough, and the pills produced had too many impurities.

Yang Yifan sighed, and said, "I don't know what's going on, I always fail today, how can this English knowledge pill be so difficult to make?"

When Yang Yifan was about to refine the fourth furnace, Dong Xianling rolled his eyes and said, "Wait!"

Yang Yifan stopped and said, "What's wrong?"

"I think I have discovered the reason for your failure."

"Why did I fail?"

"Don't you think there are a lot of materials used in refining the knowledge pill this time?"

Yang Yifan thought for a while, and said: "Yes, the materials refined this time are ten times that of the materials for the history of ancient literature. I'm not sure about the temperature and duration of the refining. Maybe if I refine more than a dozen furnaces It will be successful."

Dong Xianling shook his head and said, "Isn't the price too high for such a success?"

"Do you have another way?" Yang Yifan asked curiously.

"Haven't you heard that haste makes waste, and you can't eat a fat man in one bite?"

"You mean that I refined too many things this time?"

"Of course, if you only practice one English vocabulary pill at a time, how high do you think your success rate is?"

"If you only refine the pills with English level 90 vocabulary knowledge, the materials used will be reduced by half, and it will be much easier to refine. The success rate will be over [-]%."

"That's right, so now you put aside those English grammar, listening skills, etc., and first refine the English vocabulary knowledge pill of the eighth grade."

After listening to Dong Xianling's analysis and combining it with his own experience in refining pills, Yang Yifan felt that refining a little less at a time could increase the success rate.

He first purchased the materials for the English Level 10000 Vocabulary Knowledge Pill, which cost 5000 yuan, and then activated the Red Heart Fire to make the Nine Dragons Burning Beast Cauldron rotate at high speed. He did not add the materials until the temperature of the fire reached [-] degrees.

After refining for an hour, Yang Yifan saw that the elixir had turned blood red, so he accepted his heart fire.

But this time he didn't withdraw the fire directly, but slowly.

In the process of taking it back, Hongxinhuo increased the purity of the pill by one level, and it is now the third-grade and third-grade.

Although this purity is not ideal, it does not affect Yang Yifan's absorption.

Knowledge pills with low purity may affect a person's future memory wear, and some things may be forgotten.

This is the law of memory, and Yang Yifan can't change it, even if it is knowledge liquid, after a long time, there will be cases of blurred memory.

However, knowledge liquid still has advantages. As long as you know which poem is unclear, read the original poem again, and that memory will reappear on the big screen.

Yang Yifan swallowed it with water. After taking the pill, he felt very comfortable all over. Suddenly, his face turned red, as if something stuck in his throat, and then he grabbed his neck with his hand and fell down.

Dong Xianling said anxiously: "Yang Yifan, what's wrong with you, Yang Yifan?"

Dong Xianling touched Yang Yifan's neck with her hand, and there was no pulse in his neck, and she touched Yang Yifan's heart again, and his heart stopped beating, finally Dong Xianling tried Yang Yifan's breathing with her hands , he didn't even have any breath.

"Yang Yifan, you won't die, will you?"

Dong Xianling didn't have time to think about the reason, she immediately laid Yang Yifan's head flat, opened his trachea, then unbuttoned his jacket, crossed her hands, and performed CPR on Yang Yifan with the most professional technique.

After thirty presses, she pinched Yang Yifan's nose and blew on him, then continued to press.

After pressing for about 5 minutes, Yang Yifan still didn't recover his breathing, he seemed to be really dead.

Dong Xianling was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She pressed faster and faster. After 8 minutes, Yang Yifan still hadn't recovered her breathing. She stopped and said, "Yang Yifan, wake up, don't scare me. You are a cultivator, how could you die so easily?"

"Wake up!" Dong Xianling cried with her eyes closed.

Suddenly she felt someone kissed her face, she opened her eyes and saw that Yang Yifan had sat up, looking at Dong Xianling and smiling.

"Are you still laughing?" Dong Xianling also laughed out of Yang Yifan's anger.

"I still laugh, aren't you happy?"

"If you really died, I might be happier!"

"Hey! Look at what you said, you don't mean what you say, your tears have betrayed you."

"Is this tears?" Dong Xianling wiped her tears with her hands, and said, "I'm sweating, okay? I gave you CPR so hard just now, do you think I don't use my strength?"

"Yes! When you gave me artificial respiration, you were also very hard. My stomach felt like you were blowing me pregnant."

"Go, go... You are not serious at all. When you were in high school, you were honestly like my pug. Now I think you look like a restless wolf."

Yang Yifan smiled wryly, "Did you make a metaphor like this?"

"Okay, stop joking with you, tell me, how did you manage to keep your heartbeat, pulse, and breathing?"

"In the past, this kind of kung fu seemed to be called..."

"Turtle's Breathing Technique?" Dong Xianling said with her red lips pouted.

"What? Wasn't this kind of kung fu called closed qigong in the past?"

"Even if it is Qigong, how did you stop your heartbeat?"

"Actually, my heartbeat and pulse are there, but you can't feel it."

"How is this possible? How can I not feel it?"

"Because your spiritual power is too weak. Just like ants can never feel the greatness of humans."

"Do you dare to say that I'm an ant?" Dong Xianling stared angrily, and hit Yang Yifan's chest with his fist.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts! Stop it! Otherwise I will be beaten to death by you."

Dong Xianling did not stop, and Yang Yifan was not polite. He directly grabbed Dong Xianling's two wrists and pressed her down...

When Yang Yifan's mouth was close to Dong Xianling's, Dong Xianling closed his eyes.

Yang Yifan looked at Dong Xianling's mouth, which was smaller than a cherry, and couldn't help but want to kiss it. At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

(End of this chapter)