"Boy, how could you plant every elixir I gave you alive?"

Today, when Wang An came to Han Qinsheng, he directly asked Wang An a strange question.

"According to your words, they will naturally survive." Wang An said naturally.

"Hmph, be honest." A surging aura suddenly rose from Han Qinsheng's body, the void shook and a bolt from the blue.

Wang An just wanted to resist, but suddenly found that his breath met the vast pressure. When Bingxue met the sunlight, he disappeared in a blink of an eye, like a mud cow entering the sea without a trace.

Wang An suddenly knelt on the ground.

Han Qinsheng looked at Wang An with a bad face. He had done so many tricks and tricks secretly, but he could still take care of all the spiritual medicines. It was definitely not easy.

This time, I even took out the fifth-level spiritual medicine, and this kid was still well cared for. If the disciples of the past had already killed the spiritual medicine, then the spiritual medicine was not only alive, but also continued to grow.

"Report to Master, in fact... in fact, the disciples can feel the flow of spiritual energy in every plant and at what time each spiritual medicine lacks?" Wang An answered helplessly.

As for the real reason, he only understands himself. Since conquering the tree of life, his spiritual energy seems to have a fatal temptation to no plant, and he seems to be able to feel the strangeness of every tree.

"Ah? There is such a strange thing." After hearing Wang An's statement, Han Qinsheng showed an incredible thing on his face.

"I will never dare to deceive Master. This is a skill that my disciples are born with. Before entering the Immortal Sect, the disciples always thought they were an alien." Wang An explained with his heartbeat without blushing.

"Oh, then you can prove it to me." Han Qinsheng said to Wang An half-believingly.

"Look at what these spiritual medicines lack?" Han Qinsheng pointed to several spiritual medicines with drooping leaves and asked Wang An.

"Three points of water, half a piece of Shi Lingshi." Wang An immediately gave the answer.

As soon as Wang An's answer came out, Han Qinsheng's face changed suddenly.

Later, Han Qinsheng asked again and Wang Anjun answered accurately.

At this time, Han Qinsheng's face changed a little when he looked at Wang An.

Does this son have the bloodline of the ancient tribes? Or has other hidden spiritual roots. Han Qinsheng was full of questions about Wang An, but he couldn't find the answer.

Unfortunately, the information of the ancient tribes is not recorded in this sect. It seems that we have to observe this sect for a while.

"Okay, from now on, you don't have to plant medicine here anymore. Come with me." Han Qinsheng said with great thoughts.

When Wang An heard this, he was suddenly stunned.

"Master, aren't your disciples doing well?" Wang An suddenly remembered the legend of Han Qinsheng inside the sect in his heart, and his eyes when he looked at Han Qinsheng changed instantly.

"No, you will know when you come with me." Han Qinsheng seemed to know what Wang An was thinking, and looked helplessly at Wang An who was a little nervous.

......

Wang An followed Han Qinsheng into a hall. There was a divine case in the middle of the hall, and a candlestick carved with dragons and phoenixes were placed on both sides of the stage.

Han Qinsheng took out a purple token, and the token suddenly floated in the air as soon as it was separated. Two purple lights suddenly shot out from the token on the left and right candlesticks, and a triangle made of spiritual energy appeared in the air in an instant.

"Kalala..."

After a loud noise, a large mouth suddenly appeared in the hall, and a simple stone steps came into view.

Wang An followed Han Qinsheng directly into the steps. The steps spiraled down, getting deeper and deeper.

On the dark walls, eternal lights are installed at intervals.

Han Qinsheng said nothing, and Wang An did not dare to speak. After walking for a long time, it finally turned into a flat road. Wang An felt that he had entered a cave. Cat eye stones were inlaid with night pearls everywhere, and the cave was as bright as daytime.

The temperature in the cave is getting higher and higher, but it is not dull.

"I wouldn't have walked into an active volcano, right?" Wang An was filled with questions when he felt more and more hot and warm.

"Here!" Han Qinsheng suddenly said to Wang An.

In Wang An's eyes, it was a grand hall covering an area of ​​more than 500 acres. A large double-eared medicine cauldron, which was as high as a hundred feet tall, stood in the middle of the hall, and a river of magma rolled through the middle of the hall.

There are many entrances around the hall, and people come in and out from time to time.

"This...it's so spectacular. Where is this? Who has such a great process to control such a huge force." Wang An was shocked when he saw all this.

"This is the Earth Fire Domain, the core area of ​​our Baicaomen, which is the treasure left by the ancient cultivator to us Baicaomen. There are nine hundred and ninety-nine single rooms here, and each room is equipped with a ground fire device. Those who can enter here to refine alchemists are all excellent alchemists of our Baicaomen."

"Ordinary disciples can't get in at all, unless you have a huge contribution value." Han Qinsheng said with some emotion.

Before Wang An could talk about the society, Han Qinshan took Wang An directly into an alchemy room.

Each alchemy room is not very big, but it is reinforced by powerful ancient magic circles. Outsiders cannot spy on the people in the room, and you don’t have to worry about being disturbed while refining alchemy.

"Today I will refine a furnace of purple ginseng soul rinsing pills, so you can help me." Han Qinsheng's sleeve robe shook, and a large row of spiritual medicines were placed on the stone table in the room in an orderly manner.

Wang An was secretly stunning in this hand's exquisite use of spiritual energy.

Immediately afterwards, Han Qinsheng untied the bronze three-inch tripod on his waist.

Han Qinsheng spread his palms and the small tripod automatically floated in the space.

The small tripod suddenly rotated in the air, and a terrifying aura was emitted all over his body. The small tripod became bigger and bigger, and finally the body of the tripod fell lightly on the ground fire with a trembling trembling.

"What a terrible treasure!" Wang An always thought it was just an ornament, but he didn't know it was actually an extremely powerful treasure.

"This medicine cauldron is an ancient treasure. Part of the credit for my alchemy can reach its current level." Han Qinshan said, looking at the little cauldron gently.

"Okay, now I will start to refine alchemy."

After saying that, Han Qinsheng sat cross-legged in front of the earth fire, and kept making mysterious magic tricks with both hands.

When the temperature of the fire rose to a certain temperature, Han Qin raised his hand and the purple jade ginseng on the table flew into the medicine cauldron. After covering the lid, Han Qin Sheng quickly produced a series of medicine techniques to refine spiritual medicines.

Wang An saw spiritual energy everywhere, the earth fire was raging, and the medicine cauldron was shaking violently. An hour later, bursts of medicine fragrance floated out of the medicine cauldron.

Wang An found that he could not watch the situation in the cauldron with his spiritual sense, and could remember Han Qinsheng's every move.
Chapter completed!