Han Muye laughed and pointed at the furnace.
"Hum—"
The pill furnace flew out 10 feet high, and the sword qi on it covered a three-foot radius.
Without igniting the spiritual fire, he refined pills directly with sword qi!
Jiang Ming stood there with his fists clenched, not daring to blink.
This was the true way of sword qi alchemy!
Refining pills with pure sword qi!
There were countless alchemists present today, but no one had seen it before.
Even the Mu family's patriarch stood up and fixed his gaze on Han Muye.
"This kid has always said that he used sword qi to refine pills. So it's true," Patriarch Tao Ran muttered with a strange expression.
He thought that Han Muye was the same as Jiang Ming in alchemy, but from the looks of it, that was not the case at all!
Sword Qi wrapped around the pill furnace and spiritual herbs were thrown into it one after another.
