He took another breath, smashed it, and the cigarette burned it out, but then the cigarette roll regenerated on its own.

Taking another breath, Mr. Gou cursed: "It's not the same!"

Mo Qiong smiled and said, "Nonsense! Do you expect it to restore the taste of your specially cultivated, adaptive seed tobacco?"

As he said that, Mo Qiong looked at the pile of things in front of him.

If the innate qi is not consumed, it is also a waste, so you must refine something.

"There are still a lot left, I have to train a big guy."

Mr. Gou smiled and said, "Then you refine this mountain!"

Mo Qiong looked at the mountain cave that had already formed a blessed land due to alchemy, nodded and said, "Good idea!"

Ning Daowen said in a daze: "How to refine the mountain! This is a blessing in the cave! But as a mountain gate, the larger the more materials, the higher the refining, the more difficult it is. There are too many bans to inject smelting, and it is easy to lose energy..."

As he spoke, he suddenly closed his mouth and glanced at more than a ton of Kun blood left.

"When I didn't say it, you practice!"
Chapter completed!