"Shit!" Three consecutive sounds, the flames went out, and three alchemists came down from the stage again, and ten alchemists were left on the field. Everyone stared wide and their expressions became more and more nervous.

Seeing his companions keep leaving, the remaining ten alchemists are also nervous, and the pressure is coming like a rush of overwhelming pressure.

Faced with countless double sights on the field, the ten alchemists were shocked, their minds were highly concentrated, and their expressions were nervously focused on the cauldron.

The flames burned, and suddenly, the form on the field changed. The expressions of several alchemists represented by Song Xiaohu changed and their breathing became rapid.

Just now, they suddenly felt the faint attraction from the mountain, not rejection, but automatic attraction.

The few people were happy, and the soul power controlled it and approached the flames in a small range. With a sneer, the flames burst loudly. The flames that were reluctant to approach the mountain seemed to have found the explosion point and instantly covered them.

The gray mountain pears quickly changed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The raised small dots opened, revealing the tender pears inside, and tried their best to absorb the surrounding flames like drinking water.

Zhiyan's eyes leaped, and a trace of clarity passed through her eyes. It seemed that it was not possible to solve the problem of Yin Qi. On the contrary, as long as the soul's power can be consumed, perseverance and patience are enough, the iron pillar can be ground into a needle, let alone a small mountain bird.

As the raised small dots continued to absorb the flames and completely opened them. The flesh inside opened wide, looking like it was still slaughtered by people. Several alchemists were shocked. The flames burned violently on the surface of the mountain spider, and once ignited, they could no longer control them.

Pupp, in just two seconds, the mountain fence turned into ashes in the cauldron, and the elixir looked defeated. The hope that had just risen disappeared as the mountain fence turned into ashes.

Two more alchemists went down, and eight were left.

There was a sigh of relief from the field again. As one after another of the Danshu stepped down, everyone's nerves became numb.

"Try again." Song Xiaohu cheered up and picked up another mountain tree and threw it into the cauldron. As before, it burned only ashes again, and the speed was so fast that it was difficult to capture.

Over and over again, when the fifth time was over, Song Xiaohu finally controlled the heat before the mountain flies burned out. Unfortunately, only half of the whole mountain flies were left, and even if they were not completely burned to ashes, they could not be used.

Throw it into the sixth mountain tree, and it is also the last spare mountain tree. The flame is reduced, and the silk thread is usually wrapped around the mountain tree. The heat is adjusted to the appropriate level. The gray flesh neither burns nor resists, but softens slightly, and eventually forms a gray powder mixed with a little silver powder.

Silence, the scene was silent, and the remaining eight elixirs were only Song Xiaohu, and the others were all gone downstairs in shame, and the entire table was so empty that it was heart-wrenching.

Tens of thousands of eyes were unified on Song Xiaohu, the only hope and the only sustenance.

The brown cauldron, the orange flames burned, and one herb after another was put into it. The hearts raised by everyone were relieved and repeated.

Time passed by minute by minute, and a trace of surprise flashed through Zhiyan's eyes. She looked at the boy on the stage again. The young man who was so embarrassed that he would blush when he saw him. Unexpectedly, he was the best among these elixirs.

With the power of his soul, he has been persisting until now. This calm temperament and restrained confidence alone are enough to make people move. It seems that he is indeed extraordinary.

The scene was silent, and the boy's alchemy was at its most critical moment. As the last grass was thrown into the ground, the burning flames suddenly rippled.

Baihe grass turns into green juice under the calcination of flames, and then bakes at high temperatures to form mist that permeates the cauldron.

Seeing the situation, Song Xiaohu quickly poured the calcined juice into the cauldron. The juice and medicine powder were mixed, and the mist of Baihe grass penetrated. The quiet medicine powder suddenly boiled and began to rotate slightly.

"I didn't expect that there was one person who could persevere." Ximen Sheng raised his eyebrows, and a hint of surprise was stained with a strong and upright face.

"Yes, yes, this young man is not bad. It's great that the first-grade alchemist can refine Qi and blood pills to this point." On the judges' stand, everyone nodded and agreed, with admiration on their faces.

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, a smile on his lips, and did not express any comments, but continued to watch the performance in the stands with a deep look on his face.

"Ha, we're finally going to condense the pill!" A low voice sounded in the field. Everyone stood up and waited with excitement on their faces. It was almost time for the pill to condense the pill soon.

Song Xiaohu gritted his teeth and focused his mind. According to the steps of condensing pills on the sheepskin roll, he first fused the gourds that had been calcined into juice with the powdery mountain pears, and the power of his soul even wrapped them into airtight.

The golden juice completely penetrates into the powdery gourd, and the purple Qianye powder is added again, and the sticky gourd forms a mushy gourd...

After the fifteen herbs were completely integrated, Song Xiaohu suddenly retracted the soul power in the cauldron and placed it outside the cauldron. The flames were soaring, the flames were rushing, and the claws were baring, and the burning was extremely violent.

Boom, cheers sounded from the audience. Looking at this gorgeous and gorgeous scene, everyone's heart was filled with infinite excitement.

Song Xiaohu's eyes narrowed, and the cauldron cap closed, and the pill was officially condensed.

Venerable Ye Yan stroked his beard with one hand and nodded with relief. This little guy is indeed different.

With his eyes closed, the soul's power was discovered, everything in the cauldron was under the control of Song Xiaohu. In a second, the cauldron buzzed, and then the sound became louder and louder, and the soul discovered that the medicine powder and liquid in the cauldron condensed into small balls, and they had a look of elixir...

The mind sank, and the soul power suddenly released. As the pressure on the outside increased, the pills in the cauldron rotated to a white line, and the powders squeezed and fused each other, changing at the fastest speed under the transpiration of the flames.

The buzzing sound gradually stopped, and the cauldron lid opened, and the strong fragrance of medicine overflowed. When he heard it, he was very excited. Song Xiaohu was delighted and thought moved. A red marble-sized pill rose from the cauldron and floated in front of him.

Wow, the audience was boiling. Everyone stood up from the stage excitedly, cheered and watched the elixirs on the stage come out with excitement.

"Haha, it's out of the pill, it's out of the pill!" Everyone cheered and said excitedly in unison.

"Qi and Blood Pills have really succeeded!" Looking at the trend on the field, everyone was not hopeful, but they did not expect that they would give them such a big surprise at the last moment.
Chapter completed!