Is it difficult to refine alchemy? Is it harder than killing someone? Is it harder than using a scalpel to grab time with the god of death?

Feng Xingying dared not say anything else. He refining a few so-called marrow washing pills in their mouths seems to be no more difficult than rubbing sugar beans.

As for such a low-key bleeding-stopping pill, you still have to use your own spiritual fire to refine it? The spiritual fire of the Ninth Princess is really worthless.

At this moment, there were rumors around him, but everyone's focus was obviously not on the elixir, but on the person who refined the elixir.

"I heard that the eldest lady of the Feng family was disfigured a few days ago. Now the ninth princess Nangong Yulian is the well-deserved beauty in our Dali Kingdom."

"Of course, the Ninth Princess is unparalleled in beauty and talent, much better than that vase."

"Shh, I heard that the Feng family was taken by a few hooligans. I really want to see if His Royal Highness's hat is green."

Listening to the comments around, the little palace maid obviously had a lustful face and even stopped talking:

"Shut up, don't compare that kind of thing with my princess. Just because of that kind of despicable person, is it worthy?"

The onlookers nodded, and the little palace maid was right.

Just because of the raped and disfigured broken vase, is it worthy of being compared with our Ninth Princess?

Feng Xingying pulled the corners of her lips slightly and chuckled, as if the rumors were not referring to her.

But she is obviously not a good-tempered person.

She Feng Xingying never holds grudges because she has grudges and avenged her on the spot.

Outside Jubao Pavilion, there is a cold and cold area.

Even in the Lobby of Jubao Pavilion, there were no guests.

Because everyone went to Tianning Pharmacy.

There are beauties, pills, and mysterious alchemy scenes.

"Why don't you refine elixirs in public?" At this moment, the only guest in the pavilion suddenly spoke.

Mei Jie, the manager of Jubao Pavilion, looked at the woman in front of her helplessly. She had a slim figure but was not lacking in heroic spirit. She had a nice voice but was not artificial. She just wore a carved black silver mask with her head and tail hidden, which only covered the position below her eyes. It was obviously deliberately hiding her true identity.

When encountering this kind of ungrateful problem, Sister Mei’s habit of saying it back.

But the merchant's intuition made her see a mysterious hope. Anyway, she was idle and explained to her: "It is obvious that there is no alchemist in the small shop."

"But do you have pills?" the woman asked knowingly, and a treacherous curve floated on the corner of her mouth hidden under the mask.

This woman is obviously Feng Xingying. Of course, she came prepared after understanding the situation in Jubao Pavilion. In order to prevent her from meeting acquaintances, she simply spent all her savings on her body and rented a silver shop to put on a mask.

Sister Mei became interested in Feng Xingying and explained carefully: "Our elixirs are all from a distinguished guest. Please forgive me for not being able to disclose his name."

"If so, I'm willing to demonstrate the alchemy for you?" Feng Xingying was very loud, but she was not in a hurry to withdraw money, although she was really short of it.

A flash of hope flashed in Sister Mei's eyes: "I don't know what the girl is called?"

"Alchemist, You Ying."

"Miss Youying, please come inside"

Feng Xingying smiled slightly and walked forward openly.

Sister Mei's eyes flashed with surprise. Although this person had his head and tail exposed, his every move revealed a kind of nobility, which was not the pride of the low-level alchemists in Shendan Valley.
Chapter completed!