My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Shang Huan stood in the jungle, his small eyes staring at the five Mu Linglang on the ground.

Immediately, he took out a large scroll from his sleeve. Skip the tongue-in-cheek mantra, and look carefully at the detailed introduction that follows.

If you use it for three consecutive days, do you need to soak the spirit-inducing paste?

Even if you save it, five days is the limit.

If you want the horse to run, you must feed the horse grass?

Inducing spirit paste! Shang Huan trembled with excitement.

No wonder Mr. Gongsun agreed to extort Brother Mo.

It turned out to be the idea! Shang Huan's eyes lit up with excitement.

Senior Brother Mo is greedy and shrewd, but in the end, Mr. Gongsun is superior!

I bought Mu Linglang, and if I want to use it, I have to buy the spirit-inducing paste!

high! It's really high!

No, you have to hurry up and hoard a batch of spirit-inducing paste.

One hundred Mu Linglang, how much spirit-inducing paste do you need? !

developed!

Ha ha……

...

Flying kites cut through the night sky and headed straight for Mount Pengyue.

Yiyou District, the secret room in the basement of Chen Mu's house.

Practice mana first.

Take out the exquisite jade plate and put in the white jade money.

Spiritual energy emerged in the air like strands of mist.

wonderful.

He thought that the earth spirit energy would emerge from the exquisite jade plate. But in fact, the earth spirit energy has always appeared suddenly from the surrounding midair.

In the future, I have to collect information on the exquisite jade plate. This thing, it is estimated that it has some background.

An hour later, Chen Mu opened his eyes.

Only one tenth or so away, the jade seeds will be completely filled.

Unfortunately, this goal is estimated to take a long time.

He is about to refine Mu Linglang in batches, which will definitely consume mana, and it is a little difficult to fill it up.

Mind a move.

A forearm with a tree heart flew down from the opposite wall.

There, there are more than 100 trees in the same heart, neatly stacked against the wall.

Calling out the gray wall, Chen Mu looked at the item refining technique.

Alchemy (Mu Linglang): 7629/10000;

His understanding of Mu Linglang's refining is far beyond ordinary people.

He is also more and more familiar with the manipulation of the magic symbol into the body of the Trojan.

But before the limit is reached, there will eventually be mistakes, and I don't know how many tree hearts will be wasted.

Different tree hearts, different handling methods, and accumulation of a little difference will make him make mistakes when refining.

chi chi chi...

boom!

Sawdust flying.

The dark little wooden horse exploded to pieces.

Black smoke filled the air, sweeping away the sawdust around him.

Isn't it the liver? Chen Mu didn't care.

He is familiar with it.

...

Leng Yuetan passed down the sutra school.

Fu Zi sat behind the counter at the east entrance of Chuanjing.

Holding a book of jade slips, he leisurely looked at it.

It's clear that Mu Linglang came from Mo Wuzhou. Zhang Jin respectfully stood outside the counter and said.

Do you believe it? Fu Zi rolled his eyes slightly, glanced at Zhang Jin and said lightly.

This……

What's not to believe?

Mo Wuzhou had a master of condensing orifices as his master. Wouldn't it be normal to be able to refine some Qimen instruments?

Junior Sister Rong is an alchemist. How can she have the energy to learn alchemy? Fu Zi said lightly.

Zhang Jin thought thoughtfully: Mo Wuzhou is just a middleman? Is there someone else who refines Mu Linglang?

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the lower yard. Fu Zi put down the jade slip and sighed.

He's only been apprenticed to the upper court not long ago. He should not know a few people in the two courts of general affairs. Zhang Jin lowered his head and thought: It shouldn't be difficult to check this person.

Who said that this person is inspecting the House of Commons. Fu Zi said a lot.

I have been in charge of the Confucian Academy for decades, and I have never seen Mu Linglang's refining method.

Mu Linglang is from outside? You mean that group of farmers? Zhang Jinman was incredulous: What is that person planning?

Knowing how to refine tools, let’s not talk about arrogant cultivation, such a person is willing to hide in a group of subordinate chief workers?

It's nothing more than a little secret, I'm afraid people will know it. Fu Zixuan didn't care.

That's not easy to check. Zhang Jin frowned.

Otherwise, take Mo Wuzhou directly...

Zhang Jin said and wiped it on his neck.

What nonsense!

Fu Zi glared at Zhang Jin. It's too late for me to cherish this kind of talent. How could I kill him.

But once Mu Linglang is sent to the wasteland reclamation group in large numbers, it will be difficult to guide the alien beasts to attack the defense line. Zhang Jin approached and whispered.

It doesn't matter. Fu Zi narrowed his eyes and said slowly: It would be better if you bring in a little more.

If you can see it, it doesn't mean you can't prevent it.

Zhang Jin's face changed: That would kill and injure a lot of people.

The alien beasts are really too strong, our people...

Fu Zi glanced at the other party and said lightly: There are no flaws when there are dead people on both sides.

Song Wuji's master and apprentice are more shrewd than each other. If you want to fool around, it's not easy to do it if you don't die.

Ying Shang Fu Zi's indifferent eyes, Zhang Jin's body suddenly tightened, and he bowed his head and said yes.

I also have to figure out a way to get a Mu Linglang!

...

Holding the Moon Mountain, Yiyou District, underground secret room.

boom!

Sawdust flying.

Another dark wooden horse exploded to pieces.

Chen Mu scratched his head in annoyance.

There was a hard spot on the small wooden horse's leg just now, and the magic talisman intruded with too much force, resulting in the loss of balance, and the entire Trojan horse shattered.

Almost.

After a busy night, refining ten times in a row, and the result is one.

The success rate is worrying.

At this rate, when will the order be completed?

Seeing that a large sum of money is in front of me, I can't deliver the goods or get the money.

Glancing at the experience on the grey wall.

Alchemy (Mu Linglang): 7829/10000;

Keep brushing.

A series of explosions suddenly filled the secret room.

...

For three days in a row, Chen Mu hunted fish and chopped down trees during the day.

In the evening, I returned to the secret room of Pengyue Mountain, and after practicing mana, I was suffocated by the experience of brushing the artifact refining technique.

On this day, it rained lightly and lightly around Pongyue Mountain.

The wasteland group is stationed in situ.

The second wasteland reclamation team in Yiyou District.

The crowd cut off the thick tree trunks, plunged them into the soft soil side by side, and then spread some freshly split wooden boards to form a platform one and a half meters above the ground.

Tent after tent, tied to the temporary wooden platform.

It was dark and rainy, and everyone huddled in the tent and chatted lazily.

Xiao Mu, you didn't let any poisonous insects bite, did you? Hao Lao frowned and asked worriedly.

What's wrong? Chen Mu was puzzled.

Are you looking for a puddle to see your face?

Chen Mu didn't know why.

With his right hand sticking out of the single-person tent, he made a face-sized hole on the wooden stake.

The pit soon filled with rainwater.

Chen Mu took a look.

It's so white.

When Mr. Hao finished speaking, he had already checked it from the perspective of the five ghosts.

The art of refining is a bit of a hassle.

He is strong and fragrant, but he is mentally sluggish.

Something went wrong in practice, don't worry. Chen Mu smiled and said confusedly.

You can't rush for quick success. Hao Lao exhaled a white smoke to persuade him.

Okay. Chen Mu agreed with a smile.

You really can't be in a hurry.

If the root of the weapon is damaged and the path is affected, then it will be a big loss.

These eight thousand white jades are not easy to earn. Chen Mu sighed.