A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Mu Yuya didn't react when she saw Wen Rangchen coming in, but she immediately put it on the moment she saw Jun Shuci.

She leaned weakly on Jun Shuci's body, pointed at Yan Fengmian who was looking at her fiercely, frowned and complained:

“Sister Jun, look at him, I’m scared!”

Wen Rangchen was not surprised. He was already used to the behavior of his brothers and sisters.

Jun Shuci was helpless: "Let's not talk about your formation first. You are in the middle stage of True Immortal. If you hit him with a punch, he won't be able to withstand it, okay!"

Bei Wan, who was following at the back:?

Aunt Mu... hammering people?

Mu Yuya happened to turn her head and meet Bei Wan's eyes. At that moment, her delicate body immediately stood up straight.

"Xiao Beiwan is here too! Let's go and see your master."

As he said this, he took the little girl's hand, trying to hide his pretentious behavior.

Little did they know that the little girl, who had already been used to seeing all kinds of people, didn't care at all.

After all, children have never been around ordinary people since they were four years old, so they are very receptive.

The spiritual power in Wen Rangchen's hand transformed into a needle, which he stabbed into Yan Fengmian's body steadily, accurately and ruthlessly. Only a muffled groan was heard.

Sitting up straight, the motionless Yan Fengmian finally responded.

The remaining poison still needed to be slowly eliminated, which caused Yan Fengmian's brain to not work so well. When he saw the person opposite him, he opened his mouth and said:

"Wen...pervert..."

Wen Rangchen: ...

Thank you, I took it as a compliment to him.

Jun Shuci almost laughed out loud.

But soon she stopped laughing, because Yan Fengmian, who was sitting on the bed, was acting crazy for some unknown reason.

Suddenly, while everyone was not paying attention, he grabbed Bei Wan into his arms and looked at the three adults present with a vigilant look.

"child!"

Jun Shuci and others:?

"mine!"

Wen Rangchen asked his wife seriously: "Can I hit him?"

Jun Shuci: "There is something wrong with his brain now."

Wen Rangchen said seriously: "That's my child!"

Yan Fengmian stiffened his neck: "Mine!"

Wen Rangchen gritted his teeth: "Mine!"

Bei Wan:......

Mu Yuya: Quietly took out the improved version of the virtual jade plate that could send live scenes, and recorded it.

It seemed that the two were about to get too excited and start a vicious cycle.

Jun Shuci raised her hand and made a gesture to stop Wen Rangchen.

Then he said to Yan Fengmian: "Okay, okay, yours, yours!"

Then, taking advantage of Yan Fengmian's poor brain function and not paying attention, he raised his knife and chopped him unconscious.

Turning to look at Wen Rangchen: "Why are you arguing with him?"

Wen Rangchen pursed his lips: It's a matter of principle, he just wants to argue, and when he meets Yan Fengmian, he becomes a little irrational.

It was before and still is.

Bei Wan watched in admiration as his mother raised her sword and chopped down his master, knocking him unconscious.

She really likes it when she can take action instead of arguing.

Jun Shuci glanced at the little girl and asked, "How long will it take for him to get better? The child is worried."

Wen Rangchen: "If it's long..."

Jun Shuci: "Short one!"

"Okay!" Wen Rangchen agreed with a smile.

After all, if you choose the shorter one, you will have to increase the dosage, which will make Yan Fengmian suffer more.

Of course, if the longer one is chosen, then Yan Fengmian will be unconscious for a few days. He will use the video recording stone to record it for future research.

After all, it is rare for someone to fall into the Insect Cave, be bitten by so many kinds and numbers of poisonous insects, and still be rescued in time.

A rare opportunity.

Just as Wen Rangchen was giving acupuncture to Yan Fengmian, there seemed to be an explosion coming from the direction of the Alchemy Pavilion.

……

Outside the alchemy room where Zhe Li was, a small group of alchemists had gathered to watch the fun.

It was rare for Qiongcang Chongyan's alchemy room to be blown up, not to mention that there was Mu Yuya's formation reinforcement inside.

Stones flew all over the ground, and a cold temperature came from the alchemy room. Looking into the alchemy room, one could only see thick fog. The visibility was extremely low, making it impossible to figure out what was going on inside.

Everyone was talking in low voices.

"Who on earth is in here? How can someone create such a cold temperature while refining an elixir?"

"Yes, I can feel the chill. Could it be that someone came in to cause trouble?"

"There is no smell, not the smell of medicine, nor the smell of burning in the frying oven."

When Bei Wan's family of three arrived, they heard what these alchemists said.

The breath in the air was unfamiliar to others, but Bei Wan was familiar with it. It was undoubtedly Zhe Li's ice attribute.

and so……

The little girl raised her eyes and looked at her father with some confusion.

"You asked Zheli to make the elixir?"

Jun Shuci asked directly, and one could tell there was some doubt in her tone.

After dispersing the alchemists who were watching the fun at the door, Wen Rangchen turned around and smiled and nodded at the mother and daughter: "Well, maybe he has this talent."

Jun Shuci knew how troublesome this man was, and she had gotten used to it over the years. He always had his own reasons anyway.

But Beiwan didn’t know.

Bei Wan was puzzled: "But he has ice attribute, can ice attribute also make pills?"

"Since ancient times, alchemists have had more fire and wood attributes. The best configuration is to have both fire and wood attributes."

Wen Rangchen stood quietly at the door, guarding the young boy in the room. He had just scanned with his spiritual sense, and Zhe Li was still awake. He continued: "But after years of research, I found that fire refining can indeed refine pills, but the same."

"The ice attribute can well preserve the purest properties and effects of the medicinal materials themselves. In other words, the ice attribute is not impossible to refine pills."

Bei Wan seemed to understand something and used the most common example to say, "Just like using ice can reduce the degree of corruption of fruit, it can also preserve corpses more completely."

Wen Rangchen patted the little girl's head with satisfaction: "That's right."

"Although there are few people with ice spiritual roots, they do exist. Why didn't you do this before?" Jun Shuci asked.

"Before..." Wen Rangchen touched the tip of his nose, "It's not that I didn't ask someone to try it, but it basically had no effect, so the idea was shelved."

"Now, when I meet Zhe Li, I seem to understand."

Jun Shuci and Bei Wan looked at him together, wondering what he understood.

"If you want to make pills with ice spirit roots, having the right attributes is only one of the conditions."

"And the most important thing is the perception of all things. In other words, unless this person has both ice spiritual roots and wood spiritual roots."

Jun Shuci: "But Zheli doesn't have any wood spiritual roots."

Wen Rangchen nodded, a smile on his gentle face, and looked towards the alchemy room where there was some movement.

"Yes, but he is a dragon."

"The dragon race is born with a sense of everything in the world. They are not cultivators, so there is no need to speculate about them based on the possibilities of cultivators."

Bei Wan seemed to be thinking about something.

Jun Shuci said to the little girl, "Your father spends his days thinking about things that others don't think about. He has a lot of ideas. Not to mention the path of sword cultivation, just the path of alchemy, he has come up with countless new recipes by himself."

Wen Rangchen was not convinced.

Her eyebrows were slightly raised, adding a bit of liveliness to her gentle temperament, just like a calm spring water with a few pebbles thrown into it, causing ripples and coming alive.

"Shu Ci, that's too much. Which of the magical instruments you forged is common?"

Therefore, neither of them should say anything against each other.

Bei Wan, who was standing aside, said: …

Suddenly I remembered that my formation didn't seem quite normal?

"elder sister!"

The young boy's usually clear voice now sounded a little tired and a little low, but it was still pleasant to listen to and had a unique feeling.

The family of three all turned their eyes to the young boy who walked out of the vast white fog.

After seeing clearly what was in his hand, they were all surprised and curious.