The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

The windows in Tang Ziyu's study are always closed, and there is no sunlight.

"How is it? My brother."

Tang Tianao sat in a dark corner under the window, the sunlight shining through the lattice window lattice onto his face, dim and unclear.

At this moment, his mouth was in the grid of light, but his eyes were hidden in the shadows.

"His cultivation level is still the same. He can't even be considered as a foundation-building cultivator. He could barely withstand my palm strike, and that was without me using any spiritual power."

At this point, Tang Ziyu took a sip of tea, his eyes gloomy, and he snorted coldly and said,

"There's no antidote for my medicine."

Tang Tianao raised the corner of his mouth and said with a sneer,

"That's good. But it's just a pretty furnace, after all, it's a useless piece of shit with no cultivation."

He leaned back and snorted softly.

"It's just that this time, he really stole the limelight for defeating the Second Prince of the Demon Clan. Elder Ye was even praising this yesterday."

Tang Ziyu put down the teacup in his hand, his eyes flashed with disdain, and then said,

"He can't do anything special. The Spirit Realm will open next month. You should practice more and try to perform well in front of the Lord."

"Yes, uncle, don't worry."

"What about my brother? He won't go, right?" Tang Tianao asked.

"With his cultivation level, how can he be qualified to go?"

In the hall on the second day.

Tang Yuncang looked at the disciple in front of him, and remembered that Tang Yixin should have returned to the Tang family, so he asked.

Tang Ziyu said openly and secretly that he was able to defeat the Second Prince of the Demon Clan this time only because of the help of his disciples.

With his level of cultivation, how could he possibly do that?

What he said made sense. Tang Yuncang nodded slightly without paying too much attention to it.

The alchemy room is a three-in-three courtyard, with white mist and medicinal fragrance floating in the air all year round.

Yao Lao has a strange temper and only has a few disciples.

At this moment, he was pinching his beard and squatting in front of the purple flame furnace that was roaring and emitting fire, with a burning light flashing in his dark gray eyes.

It's even hotter than the fire in the stove.

It had been several days since Tang Yixien had given him the prescription and herbs.

The Purple Flame Alchemy Furnace has been burning day and night for several days.

But he has never been able to condense the pill.

"Go! Bring me that three hundred year old sunken wood."

Yao Lao instructed his disciples with concern.

The three hundred year old sunken wood was something he had treasured for a long time and it could increase the temperature of the fire.

"Yes."

The young disciple trotted all the way to the warehouse and brought over a black piece of wood with a grunt.

The moment Yao Lao threw the wood in, the fire instantly turned green and jumped up.

The golden pill in the middle of the furnace condensed for a moment, but soon dispersed again and gathered in the center, refusing to condense.

Yao Lao was so anxious that he pulled out three strands of his beard.

Although the Chinese spinach in this prescription is an extremely precious spiritual herb, it is difficult to refine.

At this moment, Xuan Yuran walked in from outside. When Yao Lao pulled his beard, he bowed and said,

"Greetings, Master Yao. My master asked me to ask if the elixir I asked you to refine last time is any good?"

"Not yet! You kid, don't you see that I'm busy?"

Yao Lao gave all his good temper to Tang Yixin, and he usually had a very strange temper.

When Xuan Yuran saw the alchemy furnace, he instinctively stepped back.

His expression turned a little paler.

Yao Lao didn't even look at him, his eyes were fixed on the pill in the fire.

"The temperature isn't high enough, it's still not high enough, the color isn't right. How can this pill be made..."

He was mumbling something to himself, his gray eyebrows almost knitted together.

"Is the fire in this furnace not strong enough?"

Xuan Yuran asked at this moment,

"Hmm..." Yao Lao gave a long "hmm".

"Go back and tell the eldest master to wait for me for a few more days."

When Yao Lao mentioned Tang Yixin, his tone softened a little.

He hunched his back, turned around and left without even looking at Xuan Yuran.

He wanted to go to the warehouse to see if there was anything else that could be used for burning.

If all else fails, take out all his precious wood and burn it one by one.

He really does love Tang Yixin like a junior.

Yao Lao stepped out of the alchemy room tremblingly.

At this time, Xuan Yuran was the only one left in the alchemy room. He clenched his hands, calmed his mind, and looked up at the alchemy furnace.

From a distance, you can't actually see any fire in the alchemy furnace. He was afraid only because he knew there was fire inside.

Although Xuan Yuran didn't know what this pill was used for, he could tell from his master's expression today that the pill being refined was very important.

Just now, he heard Yao Lao say that the fire in the alchemy furnace was not strong enough.

He knows the answer to this question.

He is a fire demon pill. He can't put out fire, but he can start fire.

He cast a talisman in front of his eyes with one hand and injected his fire spiritual power into it.

a long time...

There were red sparkles in his eyes, his eyebrows were sharp and sword-like, and he looked extremely charming, completely different from his usual milky white image.

The talisman suddenly lit up.

He waved his hand, and the talisman flew directly into the alchemy furnace.

Xuan Yuran moved and vomited blood. He wiped it with his sleeve, but the blood was not visible on the red sleeve.

At this moment, the alchemy furnace made a loud bang.

At the same time, Yao Lao walked in with his precious wood, looking sad and regretful.

I heard the noise from the stove and ran over immediately.

Just as he was about to look inside, a wave of heat blew directly into his face.

The Purple Flame Alchemy Furnace is a magical weapon, and the temperature around the furnace will not be transmitted too much.

People outside can look inside through the opening of the stove.

This shows that the temperature inside the furnace is already very high at this time.

The precious wood in Yao Lao's hand slipped to the ground. Deep shock was revealed in his old eyes, and his small eyes opened wide.

The flame gradually changed from reddish brown to light blue, and finally approached bright white.

He had never seen such a high temperature.

He turned and looked at the young man in red behind him.

This was the first time he looked at Xuan Yuran carefully.

"This fire... is you???"

"Didn't you say that the fire wasn't strong enough? Is it strong now?" Xuan Yuran said.

"Wang, Wang..." Yao Lao murmured unconsciously and nodded.

If someone else were listening, this would sound a little strange.

"Are you the eldest son's disciple? The demon clan's fire demon pill? What is your true form?"

Xuan Yuran pursed his lips slightly and replied,

"Phoenix."

Yao Lao looked at Xuan Yuran with shining eyes, and then said,

"Oh, no wonder, you are really good firewood for alchemy."

Xuan Yuran's back stiffened when he saw Yao Lao, who seemed to want to chop him up for firewood. No wonder everyone said this old man was weird.