Zhan Tian saw Wang Huan take out the materials of the fourth-grade soul-condensing potion. He turned his hand and appeared in front of him. Zhan Tian said proudly, "Wang Huan, this medicine cauldron is given to you, just treat it as a little care of the War Clan. This cauldron is forged by the Golden Blood Stone after 971 days. When refining the medicine, it can make the mutated mental power more clearly. This cauldron was used by a potion saint and left it in the War Clan's treasure pavilion. I think it is better to give it to those who can use it."
The Golden Blood Stone is an expensive and rare stone in the Cangling Continent. Just a piece of golden blood stone the size of a thumb can be called priceless. The medicine cauldron in Zhan Tian’s hand is all made of golden blood stone, which can make all the potion kings crazy.
Zhan Tian originally thought that if he gave Wang Huan the medicine cauldron made of gold and blood stone, Wang Huan would be very excited and even stunned, but soon, Zhan Tian was surprised to find that Wang Huan's face did not show the expression and behavior he expected.
"Uncle Zhantian, the Golden Blood Medicine Cauldron, such a medicine cauldron is too expensive. I cannot accept the great gift from the War Clan. I am grateful for the previous medicine materials. I appreciate your kindness." Wang Huan was a little surprised, but his tone was very calm.
Seeing Wang Huan's calm appearance, he could calm down and feel at the face of the Golden Blood Medicine Cauldron, and even rejected his kindness. Zhan Tian thought Wang Huan was polite, so he said, "My friend Wang Huan, you are too polite. Please be sure to accept the Golden Blood Medicine Cauldron."
Zhan Tian's kindness made Wang Huan feel a little confused about how to refuse, but Wang Huan seemed to remember something, and he said calmly, "Uncle Zhan Tian, as you said before, I can't use such a good thing to those who can use it."
There was no medicine cauldron in front of Wang Huan. Zhan Tian believed that it was the thunder released by the previous medicine robbery that smashed Wang Huan's medicine cauldron, so he took out the Golden Blood Medicine Cauldron that the war clan had always collected and wanted to give it to Wang Huan, but Wang Huan kept rejecting him.
Zhan Tian saw Wang Huan continue to refuse. When he was about to say something, Wang Huan shouted softly. Zhan Tian stared at the scene in front of him, with a shocked expression in his eyes. He stared at Wang Huan. Wang Huan said, "Old Zhan Tian, I appreciate your kindness."
"Wang Huan, don't do anything randomly. You haven't even taken out the potion cauldron. How can you extract the potion? Even if you don't want the gold blood potion, you can use it to extract the fourth-grade soul-condensing potion and return it to me." Zhan Tian came to his senses and hurriedly persuaded.
Zhan Tian's eyes were full of anxiety, but Wang Huan seemed very calm. The huge mutant mental power had been released. Wang Huan said calmly, "Uncle Zhan Tian, it's not that I deliberately rejected your kindness, but that I really can't use this Golden Blood Medicine Cauldron."
When he finished speaking, Wang Huan released a huge mutant mental power, which had already enveloped the previous set of fourth-level soul-condensing potion materials. Wang Huan was constantly controlling the huge mutant mental power and was slowly forming a spiritual ball with a radius of two meters.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhan Tian was completely stunned. His eyes showed a fanatical gaze and couldn't help but exclaim, "My friend Wang Huan, no wonder you look down on the Golden Blood Medicine Cauldron. It turns out that you did not use the Medicine Cauldron at all when you refining the medicine!"
Wuding Refining Pharmacy is a potion refining technique that has been lost on Cangling Continent. It is said that this potion refining technique can only be seen in the ancient times of Cangling Continent. Zhan Tian did not expect that such potion refining technique would appear in front of him!
Seeing the huge mental power constantly forming a spiritual ball, Zhan Tian couldn't help but think in his heart, sure enough, Wang Huan is not an ordinary person, and he can even use this extinct refining technology. He is worthy of being from that ancient family!
Zhan Tian looked at the spirit ball floating in front of Wang Huan, and then looked at the Golden Blood Medicine Cauldron in his hand. He sighed helplessly and finally put the Golden Blood Medicine Cauldron into the storage ring. Zhan Tian stood aside, not talking, for fear of disturbing Wang Huan.
Wang Huan released mutated mental power to form a spiritual ball, and at the same time continuously released mental power to strengthen the hardness of the spiritual ball. After more than ten minutes, Wang Huan strengthened the spiritual ball more than a dozen times in a row. The strength of the spiritual ball reached a state that Wang Huan was satisfied with.
Standing not far away, watching Zhan Tian, who was refining the fourth-grade soul-condensing potion, he felt full of emotion. The general potion king's refining potion would not be allowed to be viewed by outsiders, but Wang Huan used the Wuding Refining potion technique, and even let him watch without any scruples.
I have to trust him so much that Wang Huan would do this. Zhan Tian felt extremely moved, but Wang Huan didn't care. Wang Huan slowly opened his palm and placed it on the spirit ball. A mutated mental power slowly penetrated through Wang Huan's palm and entered the spirit ball.
One, two, three, mutated mental powers are constantly formed in the spiritual ball, forming spiritual blades, and nine spiritual blades are formed in a row, forming in less than ten minutes. Zhan Tian, who was standing aside, was shocked by the scene in front of him.
Zhan Tian has not seen the refining of the Potion King, and he has even seen the Refining of the Potion Saint, but Zhan Tian has never seen anyone who can condense so many spiritual blades in the spirit ball. What exactly Wang Huan wants to do is absolutely impossible!
Although Zhan Tian is not a potion cultivator, he also knows a little bit about the number of spiritual blades. The more spiritual blades there are, the more difficult it will be to control the spiritual blades. At the same time, using nine spiritual blades will not be able to control even if they are a potion saint.
Wang Huan is just a level 4 potion king. How could he control nine spiritual blades at the same time? However, this happened to Wang Huan. Zhan Tian couldn't help but expect that the ancient family behind Wang Huan became more and more mysterious in Zhan Tian's eyes.
After half an hour, Wang Huan checked all nine spiritual blades. Zhan Tian had already held his breath. Wang Huan thought of nine spiritual blades and began to rotate. The rotation speed was getting faster and faster. The fourth-grade soul-condensing potion was quickly transformed into molecules.
Half an hour later, a terrifying spiral nest had formed in the spirit ball. All the fourth-grade soul-condensing potion materials that were swept into the spiral nest were quickly decomposed. Zhan Tian was completely suffocated at this moment. Wang Huan was so skillful to control nine spiritual blades!
This is the material of the fourth-grade soul-condensing potion, which is quite hard. If the general level four-grade potion king wants to completely molecule the material of the fourth-grade soul-condensing potion, it will not be completed in less than ten hours, but Wang Huan only took him one hour.
Seeing Wang Huan extracting potions, Zhan Tian was nervous, even more nervous than Wang Huan. This was Wuding's refining potions. Zhan Tian had lived for so long and was the first time he saw them. He couldn't help but secretly exclaimed in his heart. The Cangling Continent is so big that it is really amazing!
After Wang Huan molecule all the materials of the fourth-grade soul-condensing potion, he breathed a sigh of relief. Everything went so smoothly. Wang Huan did not compress the spirit ball, but released his mental power to check whether the medicine powder was detailed.
More than ten minutes later, sweat beads appeared on Wang Huan's forehead. Next was the most critical step in refining the potion, the spirit ball was compressed. Wang Huan had already refined a set of fourth-grade soul-condensing potion materials before, but Wang Huan couldn't hold on.
However, at this time, Wang Huan kept reminding himself in his heart that he would support himself and extract the fourth-grade soul-condensing potion. When he thought of his mother's smiling face, Wang Huan gritted his teeth and roared, and the huge mutant mental power burst out from Wang Huan.
The huge mutant mental power was like a tide, pressing towards the spiritual ball. When Wang Huan released the huge mental power to compress the spiritual ball, Zhan Tian's eyes were full of surprise. Without the control of the medicine cauldron, Wang Huan could actually control the mutant mental power so skillfully. This is not something a level 4 potion king can easily do. Even a potion saint, the mutant mental power controlled by the control may not be so accurate. This spirit ball has no protection. If the compression of this mental power is a little inappropriate, the spirit ball will be broken!
But during Wang Huan's control, the spirit ball showed no sign of deformation. This means that the huge mutant mental power released by Wang Huan completely suppressed the spirit ball in the form of a seal and kept shrinking it.
After more than two hours, the spirit ball with a radius of two meters had shrunk. Seeing this scene, Wang Huan didn't even dare to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead. He shouted lightly, and the nine spiritual blades in the spirit ball began to tremble slightly, and then a bang.
A crisp sound came from the spirit ball, and nine spiritual blades were broken one after another. When the spirit blades were all turned into pieces, they continued to release their mental power and compress the spirit ball. As the spirit ball was constantly compressed, the fragments of the spiritual blade were constantly burned.
The spirit ball was constantly compressed and narrowed. The temperature in the spirit ball reached a terrible high temperature. The medicine powders in the spirit ball were burned one after another, while Zhan Tian said nothing. Seeing that the spirit ball was shrinking, he felt a sweat in his heart for Wang Huan.
Time passed minute by minute, and six hours later, the spirit ball with a radius of two meters was now only the size of a fist. At this time, a steady stream of energy over the roof slowly gathered, forming a rotating energy spiral.
Outside the guest room, members of the War Clan, fat man and Da Zhuang, saw that the energy spiral appeared on their heads again. When they felt the power of the energy spiral in the air, they couldn't help but take a breath of air. It seemed that Wang Huan was going to refine it again.
When Wang Huan compressed the spirit ball into a fist-sized state, he suddenly stopped, raised his head, and looked at the spinning hole in the air that was constantly rotating and lightning, and a trace of harsh light appeared in his eyes.
Zhan Tian, who was standing not far away from Wang Huan, saw Wang Huan looking up at the energy spiral in the air, and he said seriously, "Wang Huan, don't pay attention, even if you continue to refine the potion, leave that medicine disaster to me."
After saying this, Zhan Tian's figure slowly floated up, but before Zhan Tian was about to take action, Wang Huan's gloomy voice came, "Uncle Zhan Tian, please don't interfere. I said, wherever I fell, I would get up!"