"That's what it feels like!"

Ning Cheng no longer increased the fire element and maintained this speed.

It is difficult to maintain this feeling. Now that Ning Cheng has finally caught it, he will naturally not let it go easily.

"ah!!"

At this time, far away.

The old hermit who had condensed two of them just spat out a mouthful of blood again. In front of his eyes, there were already five pieces of star ink stone condensed into the shape of a pill.

He considered it for a moment, looked around, then raised his hand and said, "I'm done."

Five is already his limit.

The five Dan-shaped star ink stones also ranked first in the field!

The second in line was also an old man who made alchemy. There were three pills placed in front of him. Looking at his face, you could tell that he couldn't hold on any longer.

Ning Cheng withdrew his gaze. It seemed that even mastering this feeling was not that simple!

The asterite liquid wrapped in the fire element gradually turned into a pill shape, and it seemed that there were already some prototypes of the pill.

"The first one is almost done!" Ning Cheng felt happy in his heart. It seemed that it was not as difficult as he thought.

Just when the elixir was about to take shape, Ning Cheng's mental strength suddenly received a shock, as if someone had stabbed him with a knife!

pain!

This was Ning Cheng's first feeling.

Has your mental strength been damaged?

The star ink stone in front of you can actually damage your mental power?

Ning Cheng finally understood why the old man had that expression on his face just now. This feeling of piercing the soul was simply trembling!

"It's not a problem for me." Although Ning Cheng's face looked grim, he could still endure this level of pain!

Compared with the feeling of being hammered into the soul by thunder every day, this feeling is simply dwarfed!

"Condensation!"

Ning Cheng roared, and the star ink stone in front of him finally gradually condensed into a pill shape!

"The first one is done!"

Ning Cheng exhaled a breath of turbid air, and without any hesitation, started to smelt the second one again!

"Ning Cheng actually came here in succession?" Master Yaogu couldn't help but say, "Although his mental power is perfect and high-grade, the pain he endured should be relatively stronger!"

The five elders couldn't help breaking out in cold sweat. They had endured the feeling of having their mental power invaded by the Star Ink Stone!

Ouyang Tiandu said disdainfully, "I guess he's trying to be brave. I guess he won't be able to do it when he condenses the second one!"

In a blink of an eye, the second one was done!

There was some sweat on Ning Cheng's forehead, but he still had no intention of stopping!

"Three pills in a row?" Even the Medicine Valley Master was a little embarrassed this time. Is it possible that Ning Cheng is not afraid of the pain? Or is it numb?

Little did he know that the pain Ning Cheng endured every day was ten times more terrifying than this feeling!

"The third one is done!"

Ning Cheng is quite happy. He has not encountered any obstacles so far. If this is the case, he is sure to condense all the star ink stones into a pill shape!

"Damn it, three of them?"

On the side, the fat man named Xiang Ru couldn't help but said, "Brother, you have to take it easy, you may accidentally get into something later..."

Ning Cheng just smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

"Three?"

Many alchemists who couldn't make the alchemy couldn't help but look at Ning Cheng.

"Is it possible that he still plans to refine it? If he continues to refine it like this, Ning Cheng will probably surpass the old hermit!"

"No way? I guess Ning Cheng is overdrafting, right? The one I smelted is almost dead!"

...

Various rumors were spread on the field, but Ning Cheng ignored them all. He knew where his limit was!

Elsewhere, Bei Xiaofang wiped the sweat from his face and said with surprise, "I finally condensed one!"

When Bei Xiaofang saw Ning Cheng condensed three of them, he immediately said to himself, "We can't let the boss run away, I must catch up quickly!"

Bei Xiaofang immediately continued to refine it.

Lin Chen of the Ancient Wuzong also smelted two of them. When he saw that Ning Cheng was still smelting the fourth one, he frowned. Since Ning Cheng can bear this kind of pain, why can't I, Lin Chen?

Thinking of this, Lin Chen also rushed to refine the third one!

Different moods and different treatments may lead to different solutions.

There are many people on the field who give up because they can't stand the pain, there are also those who don't know how to adapt and persevere, and even those who can't help but hit others...

Ning Cheng didn't pay attention to the discussions of the people around him.

He didn't hear it either.

Now he is completely immersed in his own world, and his idea is very simple, that is, to try his best to refine the star ink stone in front of him.

What is mental pain?

It is impossible to become stronger without paying a price.

If you can't bear even this slight pain, then why pursue martial arts?

"The fourth one! Done!"

The fourth pill shape finally took shape!

Ning Cheng could feel that his mental strength was somewhat exhausted, but this was still not the limit.

Ning Cheng gritted his teeth, "I want to smelt the fifth one!"

The fire element pops up again.

"Oh my god, if Ning Cheng keeps refining it, won't he be as famous as the old hermit? Doesn't he really feel any pain?"

Even the old hermit who was resting aside couldn't help but shake his head. He had already paid a huge price to smelt five of them. The pain was simply unbearable...

Of course, that's just what he thinks.

If you don't push yourself, you will never know how much potential you have!

"The fifth one!"

In front of Ning Cheng's eyes lay the five-star inkstone Dan shape quietly.

But he doesn't intend to stop.

Ning Cheng will never stop before his mental energy is exhausted.

"The sixth one!!!"

Five minutes later.

The sixth one is done!

Ning Cheng officially surpassed the old hermit and became the first place on the scene.

Ning Cheng could feel that his soul was slightly shaken.

"This is not my limit yet."

Ning Cheng's eyes were red, and it was not easy for him to endure this soul-rending feeling all the time.

"I want to smelt the seventh one!"

Ning Cheng entered his own world again.

On the other side, the face of the owner of the Medicine God Valley was full of seriousness.

"Old Lin, in the history of our Medicine God Valley, how many stars have been smelted the most?" the owner of the Medicine Valley confirmed.

"It should have been eight, but it failed on the ninth!"

The Medicine Valley Master nodded and said mockingly, "I only smelted seven of them back then... Looking at Ning Cheng's attitude now, he will never be satisfied with seven!"

Mr. Lin couldn't help but said, "Is it possible that Ning Cheng can surpass eight? Even with perfect mental power, he probably can't bear it, right?"

"Can't bear it?" The Medicine Valley Master smiled and shook his head and said, "The pain endured by a perfect level of mental power is much higher than that of other levels of mental power... Hasn't Ning Cheng persisted? Just wait.

, wait for him to break the record again and become the new miracle of Medicine God Valley!"
Chapter completed!