Wang Jingzhe sat on the ground like a dead dog, and Tang Hexiang was also exhausted and gasped. Their two days of experience were that alchemy was not something that humans did. Although it felt very fulfilling, it was really too tormenting.

Wang Jingzhe was responsible for lighting the Yanghuo, and Tang Hexiang worked on the procedure for refining medicine. From last night to this afternoon, a total of six pills were formed. The task was completed by only half, and the two of them had exhausted all their energy. They could no longer raise any strength.

"This success rate is pretty good. There are occasional mistakes, but the chance of mistakes is acceptable. If you look at it this way, I think it is not a big problem to be able to issue twelve copies in the end." Tang Hexiang commented, then looked at Wang Jingzhe and said, "The premise is that your energy can recover as soon as possible. You should not be able to move today. Take a break? Don't force yourself. If you are not strong enough, you will easily be distracted and unable to keep up with the rhythm. There is not much left for the dragon bone grass and the green buds. If you are useless, it will be too late to feel distressed. We mainly seek stability."

Wang Jingzhe nodded and said, "It's really hard to continue working. Uncle Tang, you have to prescribe me a prescription for replenishment. Yanghuo is a bit more energy-consuming. I have to add one by one. It's not big or small. This guy is really hard to be a good guy. If I don't make up tonight, I'm afraid I won't get up tomorrow."

Tang Hexiang said: "This is simple. There are ready-made medicinal materials in the hall. I will grab a pair of them later. I will ensure that you will be full of vitality when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Wang Jingzhe immediately licked his lips and asked with a stingy look: "Listen, why does your prescription seem to be in charge of that matter?"

"The kidney is the foundation of human essence and energy. This is easy to understand and is originally connected."

Wang Jingzhe let out a "gulp", swallowed and spitted, nodded repeatedly and said, "This is what you want, you can copy this recipe for me. If it works well, I will tattoo myself when I am anxious."

Tang Hexiang looked at him a few times and said incomprehensible: "I look at you, it seems that you have not yet experienced any human affairs. Why do you want this?"

Wang Jingzhe said shyly: "Just in case, I am good, and she is good..."

Huang Jiulang listened to the phone call, which was called by his office in charge of intelligence collection. The report was that the head of Maoshan led more than ten disciples to the Beijing Airport. The head of Longhushan and the Longhu Swords arrived later. After almost an hour, the people of Zhengyi Sect also took the high-speed train. In this case, the three most famous sects carrying tripods gathered in the capital.

Huang Jiulang's face was very gloomy, and he forced himself to suppress anger. He gritted his teeth and said something.

"What are they doing? I really want to cause me turmoil regardless of any consequences? A bunch of bastards..." Huang Jiulang glanced at Wang Jingzhe who was sitting on the ground there. There was no doubt that the ultimate goal of these big sects came was him, and the pills on the table were on it.

No one knows how many years have passed. Since the alchemy technique in the Taoist sect was lost, no more shaped pills have been released. This is undoubtedly a very big regret for the people in the Taoist sect. However, this regret has been slightly compensated, because of a chance encounter with Wang Jingzhe and his efforts over the past three months, he actually collected a pill recipe and has been refined to this day.
Chapter completed!