Hang the pot to save the world, pray for death and heal the wounded.

The magic hand brings rejuvenation, and the medicine cures the disease.

In the main hall, the fragrance of various spiritual herbs is mixed, refreshing the heart and mind.

Ye Xinghe's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "It seems that I will be able to find the spiritual grass I need in this Heavenly Flame Pill Palace."

After that, he walked around the alchemy furnace and saw rows of wooden cabinets.

In front of the wooden cabinet is a table about ten meters long, with several blue-robed priests standing behind it.

Ye Xinghe looked at a tall and thin priest and asked: "Priest, are there three kinds of spiritual herbs such as Fire Jade Lotus Seed, Golden Dragon Flower, and White Jade Root here?"

The tall and thin priest looked back at Ye Xinghe and asked, "You boy, you look a little unfamiliar."

"But the new disciple?"

Ye Xinghe nodded and said: "The disciple did enter the palace not long ago, and his name is Ye Xinghe!"

The tall and thin priest was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then he said with disdain: "Are you Ye Xinghe?"

"You have become very famous recently. I thought you would be some kind of young talent."

"When I look at it today, I see that he is just a pariah!"

Ye Xinghe's face was expressionless, as if he hadn't heard anything.

The tall and thin priest frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "The three kinds of spiritual herbs you want, each has a thousand spiritual stones."
Chapter completed!