Shinto Emperor

Chapter 1569 Are you a third-rank holy alchemist fake?
Seeing this scene, Qin Chen was fine.

On the side, Aunt Baixiang blushed pretty.

"You hold her feet, I'll give the needle, stop her vomiting blood first!"

"Ok!"

Aunt Baixiang closed her eyes slightly at this moment, and pressed Yuan Qinghan's jade feet.

At this moment, Qin Chen was standing by the bed.

The silver needles spread out.

With a swipe of Qin Chen's palm, the silver needles flew out of thin air.

The silver needle passed through Qin Chen's palm, containing a lot of soul power and emitting a green light.

The next moment, Qin Chen began to administer needles...

The technique of acupuncture and moxibustion is very effective for those ordinary people who have not practiced martial arts, and it is also very popular among medical practitioners.

Among warriors, alchemists rarely set foot in it.

After all, from hearing and asking, alchemists are more focused on pills.

The physique of a warrior is very different from that of a non-warrior.

However, at this moment, Qin Chen put needles on Yuan Qinghan's body, but it gave Aunt Baixiang a feeling.

It seems that Yuan Qinghan is not alone, but a plate of delicious food.

It's just this dish, now the endoplasm is corrupt.

And Qin Chen, with the number of needles, did not change the external appearance, so that the inner quality and taste of this dish changed.

Turn decay into magic!

Aunt Baixiang suddenly thought of this word.

It's just that she doesn't understand pills, and she can't speculate on them.

At this moment, Qin Chen didn't care about these things.

The silver needles landed on Yuan Qinghan's body.

At this moment, Yuan Qinghan's blood gradually stopped, her face was not so pale, and her trembling body also stopped trembling at this moment.

Qin Chen exhaled, and sweat dripped down between his face.

"You look at her, I'll look at the other side."

After Qin Chen's words fell, he walked out of the curtain.

Master Tao Zeming, watching Yuan Qinghan's clothes being taken out by Aunt Baixiang, and seeing Qin Chen going in and out of the curtain, felt colder and colder in his heart.

If Yuan Qinghan knew about this, Yuan Qinghan's father, Yuan Maofeng, the head of the Yuan family, knew about it.

It's not enough for Qin Chen to die a hundred and eighty times!
But now, he has nothing to say.

Qin Chen came to the alchemy stove, and the medicinal materials were neatly arranged.

Just seeing those medicinal materials, Qin Chen frowned.

"Are you a third-rank holy alchemist?"

Qin Chen looked at Master Tao Zeming and blurted out.

Tao Zeming was even more taken aback at this moment.

What do you mean by that?
I'm not a third-rank Saint Alchemist, how many ranks can I be?Is it suspected that it is my fourth grade?
Tao Zeming stroked in his heart, and suddenly understood.

Qin Chen probably saw that he had organized these medicinal materials in an orderly manner, and mistakenly thought that he was a middle-grade holy alchemist.

"Hehe, this old man is indeed a third-rank Saint Alchemist..."

Tao Zeming smiled proudly in his heart.

"You are a third-rank holy alchemist, aren't you?"

Qin Chen said directly at this moment.

He didn't want to either.

But I have to say so.

Too fake!
What kind of thing is this medicinal material organized?
At this moment, Tao Zeming was even more confused.

What the hell?
Qin Chen said to himself: "This is a third-level soul-refining grass. The roots, leaves, and bud tips of this soul-refining grass are all extremely precious."

"These three places are also the core of the soul refining grass. Look, it's fine if the roots are gone, and the leaves are gone. Only the bud tips are left. It's too wasteful."

"And this one, the White Crane Sacred Fruit, the Thinking Spirit Crane, and the beak-shaped part are the most unnecessary, but you kept them..."

"And the bark of this silver tree..."

Tao Zeming was dumbfounded by Qin Chen's list of faults.

Some, he understands.

But some, he had never heard of.

These medicinal materials are all of the third-grade quality, which is very suitable for refining the third-grade holy pill.

He naturally knew that the price was precious.

However, he also knows something about these medicinal materials, okay?
Tao Zeming's expression was not very good at the moment, and he said gloomyly: "Young Master Qin, this old man is also a student of Xuanyuan Holy Land. He is not talented enough to be a third-rank holy alchemist, but he still has a good understanding of these medicinal materials..."

"Xuanyuan Holy Land?"

Qin Chen really knew.

The entire southern region of Qingzhou is divided into seven lands, and the land of ten thousand demons is one of the seven lands.

As for the Eastern Region of Qingzhou, there is a huge force named Xuanyuan Holy Land, with abundant capital and strong background, it is far from comparable to the Seven Great Lands.

It seems that tens of thousands of years have passed, and it has not yet fallen.

In Xuanyuan Holy Land, there are quite a few people who are stronger than saints.

"Then you are not only not talented enough! Your character is not enough either!"

At this moment, Qin Chen was arranging the medicinal materials one by one with skillful techniques, which made Tao Zeming's eyes move slightly as he watched.

Qin Chen's words were not pleasant.

But when you start your hands, it feels like you have some real skills.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Qin Chen spoke at this moment.

It is better to count on yourself than to count on others.

This third-rank holy alchemist still made him feel a little unsatisfactory.

At this moment, Qin Chen held the medicinal herbs and holy fruits in his palm, and carefully sorted them out.

In a short time, the preparations will be completed.

Qin Chen didn't care about Tao Zeming's presence, so he directly started to condense the alchemy fire, activated the alchemy furnace, and started preparing for alchemy.

Plants of medicinal herbs, sacred fruits, spiritual flowers...

After being thrown into the alchemy furnace by Qin Chen one after another, Qin Chen began to make alchemy with all his heart at this moment.

On the side, Tao Zeming carefully observed Qin Chen's every step.

It's no different from ordinary holy alchemists, but when you think about it carefully, it's quite different, and for a while, he couldn't figure it out.

"The elixir I have refined is a blood-solidifying elixir, which is specially designed to fix your qi and blood, so that the poison of the blood-eating scorpion can be continuously and stably controlled."

"Then, use acupuncture and moxibustion to get rid of it completely!!"

Qin Chen said something indifferent.

Tao Zeming hesitated to speak.

He was afraid that if he spoke up, he would disturb Qin Chen's alchemy. If he failed, it would not be a good thing to blame him.

"Just say what you want!"

Tao Zeming didn't hold back when he heard this.

"The blood-eating scorpion poison in Missy's body, as far as I know, this poison is extremely violent, and the third-grade holy pill may not be able to suppress it."

When Qin Chen heard the words, he felt tired, and said slowly: "That is the third-grade holy pill that you refined, and the third-grade holy pill that I refined is not comparable to you."

Qin Chen's words sounded quite arrogant.

But Tao Zeming couldn't think of any rebuttal words for a while.

After all, it is someone who is making alchemy.

Qin Chen didn't want to show how great he was.

It's just that Tao Zeming cleaned up the medicinal materials with one hand, and the problems revealed really shocked him.

This third-rank holy alchemist, if asked to evaluate by him, would barely pass if he died.

It's just that Qin Chen didn't have the character to be a good teacher, so he didn't bother to talk much.

Save the person and get it done!

In fact, the main reason for his action was to find Yang Qingyun.

Since the Yuan family is so powerful, then use this opportunity to use the strength of the Yuan family to help him find the woman who took Yang Qingyun away. When the time comes, finding Yang Qingyun will be a matter of following the vine.

At this moment, the room fell into a brief silence.

Except for Yuan Qinghan's intermittent painful moans from inside the curtain occasionally, there was nothing unique until... night fell.

(End of this chapter)