National Destiny: Bound God-level luck to create the strongest sect

At noon, Zhang Guoqiang and the others rested for about an hour before continuing with the afternoon classes.

Huang Bing had been waiting in the classroom early, scanned the classroom with his spiritual sense, and nodded:

"It seems that all the students are here, so let's continue with the morning class."

"I taught you about 200 kinds of herbs in the morning, do you still remember?"

"Remember!" Everyone said in unison.

Huang Bing nodded and continued:
"Since everyone has memorized the herbs, let's learn how to make pills in the afternoon."

"They are all very simple pills."

After speaking, he pointed with one hand, and the name of a kind of elixir appeared on the screen behind him.

It's called Marching Dan.

"This afternoon, I will teach you how to refine the pill called Marching Pill displayed on the screen."

"The function is very simple. It is a elixir that helps strengthen qi and blood and improve the cultivation of the body. It is suitable for people who have not started the cultivation qualification."

"Before starting to practice, you need to lay the foundation for your body. Using this marching pill is the best."

"The herbs you need are written below. They are all the herbs you just learned this morning."

"Next, I will demonstrate the process of alchemy to everyone. Please don't be distracted now, and focus on watching the teacher how I operate!"

After speaking, Huang Bing took out what should be a rice cooker under everyone's expectant eyes, and placed it on the table.

Zhang Guoqiang:? ? ? ? ?

Chen Zhi:? ? ? ? ? ?

All the students: ? ? ? ? ?
One of them quickly raised his hand to ask a question, and Huang Bing motioned for the student to get up and ask.

A young man with glasses and an ordinary appearance stood up, pointed to the rice cooker and asked:
"Teacher, if this student is not mistaken, is it a rice cooker?"

Huang Bing nodded: "That's right, it's the rice cooker."

The little brother twitched his mouth and said:

"Teacher, you want to use this rice cooker to make alchemy?"

"Yes."

"Ah? Teacher, don't you use alchemy tripods? I saw in the live broadcast room, those people used alchemy tripods to make alchemy. Why did they become rice cookers when we came here?"

Huang Bing looked at the little brother as if he was looking at a fool:

"Then what's the age in the live broadcast room, and what's the age now."

"Students, you must keep pace with the times. This rice cooker is not an ordinary rice cooker. It is a special rice cooker made by a teacher of the Artifact Refining Department of the National Games College. In the future, the students of the Artifact Refining Department will also make it, and it will be popularized by then. "

"This effect is hundreds of times better than the Dan Ding. It is a self-contained magic circle with a timing effect. You don't need to keep an eye on it all the time. How convenient it is."

"So that's the case. I'm sorry, teacher. The students misunderstood."

That little brother can dig three rooms and one living room with his toes in embarrassment now, so he quickly bowed his head and sat down.

Zhang Guoqiang's eyes lit up immediately after listening to Huang Bing's explanation, and he stared at Huang Bing's rice cooker carefully.

It is indeed a little different from ordinary rice cookers. It is much larger in size, and the whole body is made of some kind of metal. It looks very textured. It can outshine all famous brand rice cookers just because of its appearance.

"Okay, are there any students asking questions?"

No one answered.

"Okay, then let's continue the topic just now."

After all, I pressed the button on the top of the rice cooker.

Opening the top cover, everyone was looking forward to it, only to see a dark piece inside, which seemed to be a space of its own, not as small as it looked.

Then Huang Bing took out the herbs needed for the Marching Pill, put them in one by one in order, then took out a small bottle, dripped a few drops into it, finally closed the lid, plugged it in, and pressed the lid on the top of his head.

Then say:
"Then we just have to wait 10 minutes."

The crowd was stunned.

One of them couldn't help but ask:
"Ah, teacher, is it so easy, the Marching Pill is successful?"

"In that case, wouldn't everyone be able to make alchemy?"

Huang Bing shook his head: "Student, you are wrong to think so. This is just the lowest marching pill among the pills. Indeed, if there is this special rice cooker, everyone can really eat it." Refining."

"But the further you go, the more difficult it is to refine the elixir. This rice cooker is only for the convenience of new students."

"After you are proficient, the rice cooker will almost be useless. If you pass the final exam at that time, the academy will teach you a skill."

"This exercise is called Wan Ling Yu Ding Jue."

"It is a unique skill of our alchemy department. When you practice, you will form a Danding out of your body, which is your natal magic weapon. The more pills you refine, the Danding will give you feedback on your cultivation. You guys, help you practice."

"So pills and practice are complementary."

"The same is true for the several disciplines next door. They are all their own majors plus their unique skills, which complement each other."

"Do you understand now?"

Everyone suddenly realized.

"Students understand!"

Huang Bing nodded in relief.

The next 10 minutes came quickly.

Only a "ding" sound was heard, and the lid of the rice cooker was opened, and 5 full-grained brown pills emerged from it, which were marching pills.

"Okay, you have seen the process just now, if you forget, don't blame the teacher for not reminding you, if you still come to the teacher after such a simple march, then don't let the teacher despise you."

Huang Bing said with a smile.

This made some students who planned to secretly ask him questions after class immediately panicked.

That is, I have to figure out this marching pill all night, so I can't let the teacher look down on me.

"Okay, that's all for the afternoon class, now I'll give you an assignment."

"Ah, no, how come I still can't escape the fate of doing my homework, my God!"

"Yeah, I'm 30 years old, and I still have to do my homework. This is a path I never imagined..."

Huang Bing looked at them speechlessly, good guy, if it wasn't for the salary, he would turn around and leave right now, these students seem to be unreliable.

"Ahem, okay, okay, it's not a difficult homework, don't be so sad."

"The homework is for you to let you plant the materials needed for Marching Pill by yourself in the medicine garden assigned to you by the college."

"Moreover, the academy will not provide you with any medicinal herbs needed for alchemy in the future, and you need to grow them yourself."

"Don't worry about the fact that medicinal herbs need to be planted for several years or hundreds of years."

"There is a special formation in the medicine garden of the college, which can speed up the flow of time in that space."

"So, everyone, take these seeds and go!"