Doupo: Life Simulator

"Twins... ice dragon and scorpion cold poison... poor god ice?" Xiao Ming murmured, with too many elements, he didn't know what to say for a while.

The ancestor Yingu should also be a semi-saint, otherwise he would not have escaped under the attack of a high-level semi-saint, and has endured until now.

Naiqiong Shenbing appeared in the simulator, and Xiao Ming was bitten by the ice silkworm hidden in it, so he checked the information.

Naiqiong Shenbing is the most advanced existence among the ice-type spirits. It is extremely cloudy and cold, and a little trace can freeze the internal organs and even the soul.

After the ice attribute person gets it, the combat power can be doubled several times.

Of course, no matter how good the things are, they are not in front of our eyes, among which Xiao Ming is most concerned about the cold poison of the ice dragon and scorpion.

If this thing is devoured by the little fairy doctor, I don't know how much strength it can increase.

Rank two Dou Zun?

Or three turns? Four turns?

Xiao Ming didn't know, but he would know after devouring it. Thinking of this, he directly signaled to Qing Yi.

"If it's a high-level semi-sage-level cold poison, it must be at the ninth rank to get rid of it, and there are two nine ranks. The risk in it is not insignificant... I wonder how many medicinal materials the valley master has prepared?"

"Only seven..."

"Seven pairs? It's more than I thought, so I can give it a try."

Seeing Xiao Ming nod his head, Qing Yi was overjoyed.

"It's just that refining eight-grade and nine-color pills is a different concept from eight-grade and six-color..."

Qing Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, and after a little thought, he knew that Xiao Ming must have an opinion on the reward, so he smiled charmingly at Xiao Ming.

"Whatever you want, we, Yingu, can satisfy you."

"Then I will be disrespectful, I want to know the exact location of Naiqiong Shenbing."

...

After some setbacks and discussions, Xiao Ming didn't know the news about Naiqiong Shenbing immediately, because only the twin ancestors knew about it.

Regarding this, Xiao Ming was not in a hurry, but started to refine the Nine Turns Back to Yang Pill.

...

This is an extremely open square, Xiao Ming is located in the center of the square, sitting cross-legged on a futon.

The Wanshou Cauldron was placed in front of him, and thousands of medicinal herbs were floating in the air above his head, densely packed, and the scene was quite spectacular.

There were many pretty-looking Elder Yingu and his disciples around the square, and the exaggerated amount of medicinal herbs on Xiao Ming's head caused some whispers.

"Wow! With so many medicinal materials, what grade of elixir do you want to refine?"

"At least eight grades and six colors or more..."

"Hmph, what six colors, gossip says it's eight grades and nine colors!"

"How is it possible! Nine-color elixir, even a semi-saint would be tempted, how old is he, can he refine this elixir?"

"That's right, your gossip is unreliable..."

"..."

Unaffected by the surrounding sounds, Xiao Ming recalled the steps of refining the medicine. Xiao Ming's complexion was also slowly dignified. With a flick of his fingers, a flame was born out of thin air in the Ten Thousand Animal Medicine Cauldron, and with a puff, it turned into a The fire dragon hovered in the medicine cauldron.

When the temperature was right, Xiao Ming wiped the air in front of him with his palm, and a lot of medicinal materials were immediately separated from the torrent of medicinal materials, and then they were quickly thrown into the medicinal cauldron, and were swallowed by the fire dragon inside the cauldron.

In the sky, under Xiao Ming's control, the dense medicinal materials were almost connected in a line, pouring into the medicinal cauldron continuously, with every gesture of his hands and feet, exuding the demeanor of a master.

In just a few minutes, a terrifying energy fluctuation diffused from the medicine cauldron, making the surrounding space slowly fluctuate.

"Master Gu, can this Xiao Ming really refine the Nine-Color Pill?" On the edge of the square, an old woman looked at the center of the square with worried eyes. Vice, if they are all destroyed, it will be difficult for their ancestors.

Qing also understands why the old woman is worried. After all, this is a nine-color elixir, and Xiao Ming is only in his twenties now. It would be abnormal if he didn't worry.

"...The old man has heard of the commissions he has taken, and he has never failed." Qing also did not answer, another old woman beside him said.

"Don't worry, since the young master said it's not a big problem, then it's not a big problem."

Not far away, Qing Lin wrinkled her nose not to hear others questioning his young master.

Several old women heard the words, glanced at each other, and did not speak again.

What can they say now? I can only trust Xiao Ming.

...

The time required to refine elixirs, especially high-level elixirs, is generally not too short.

Especially for the elixir of the eighth grade, it is the most normal thing to refine the alchemy for ten days and half a month.

The layman watched the excitement, and when the interest was over, those Yingu disciples left the square, leaving only a few elders and Qing waiting here.

With the passage of time, Xiao Ming's first refinement went surprisingly smoothly. In the blink of an eye, eight days passed,

Suddenly, there was a deep and loud noise from the sky and the ground, and a very strong energy fluctuation suddenly spread out. Immediately, above the sky, the clouds gathered like lightning...

"Is the pill going to be refined?"

Seeing this scene, someone suddenly exclaimed.

Under the gaze of so many eyes, Xiao Ming stood up slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the thunderclouds in the sky, where the thunderclouds there emerged nine colors after several times of tumbling.

"It's really the Nine-Color Pill Thunder!"

Seeing this, Qing Yi's face was full of excitement, and the elders around him couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

Little Doctor Immortal and Qing Lin looked at the Nine-Color Pill Thunder in the sky, with pride on their faces.

How many pharmacists can refine nine-color pills?

Many old monsters who have been immersed in the art of alchemy for many years can't be refined. Yao Chen, who was previously known as the number one alchemist in the mainland, probably doesn't have this level, but Xiao Ming was able to refine it at the age of twenty.

If this matter gets out, it may cause another shock in the outside world!

Suddenly, Qing Yi seemed to remember and said.

"Oops, the Nine-Color Pill Lightning is not easy to pick up. Open the guardian array!"

The Nine-Color Pill Thunder is really not easy to pick up, and Xiao Ming didn't intend to use the Sky Demon Puppet to pick it up, so it's up to the client to figure out a way.

Fortunately, Yingu has a long heritage and extraordinary background. After a burst of thunder, Nine Colors Pill Thunder was taken over.

Afterwards, Xiao Ming devoted himself to alchemy again. In the next refining, his luck seemed to be unlucky. He destroyed four sets of medicinal materials one after another, and only then did he condense the alchemy again.

...

Watching the pill and thunder dissipate in the sky, Xiao Ming stretched out his hand, trapped the pill that was about to escape in the shape of a tiger, and pulled it back to his side.

After sealing it in the jade bottle, he just looked at Qing Yi and others who came up with joy.

"Fortunately, life is not humiliated."

Speaking of which, Xiao Ming handed the two pills to Qing Yi, who rubbed them on the jade bottle, and handed them back to Xiao Ming.

"I need you to cooperate with the ancestors later, so you should keep it."