As time went by, there were constant explosions or sighs on the huge stone platform. Then, the alchemists with white or red faces left the stone platform helplessly, and then countless regrets were heard in the square.
With his eyes fixed on him, he left this place where they had a love-hate relationship.
However, although this selection is quite difficult, it has to be said that there are many capable people who come to attend the conference. Except for those contestants who have failed due to various reasons, there must be at least half of them on the field now.
The alchemist, like Yun Hao, quietly and carefully condensed the medicinal power of the medicinal materials.
When a huge hourglass on the platform and the sand fell nearly half, Yun Hao gradually completed the condensation of the liquid. A spherical brown liquid slowly floated in the medicine cauldron, and there were continuous streams of them on its surface.
Ripples arose. Looking at the formed pill, Yun Hao felt a little relieved. Next was the last step to gather his mind, waiting to completely compress the medicinal power between this inch, so that it could even be distributed in the pill.
Only within the medicine can it be truly refined into this "bone refining pill".
This step will be more cumbersome than the previous condensation. During this period, if there is a slight distraction, it may lead to the complete destruction of the medicinal materials. If the medicinal materials are consumed, then Yun Hao can also choose the next selection.
He was kicked out directly.
Knowing the key to this step, Yun Hao was ready to transform the bucket into a thin film to cover it in his ears and block all the noise outside.
As the noise from the outside world faded, Yun Hao's mind gradually became quiet, and he exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes closed again, and his palms quickly formed seals in front of him. The flames sandwiched in Haoran's righteousness were inside the medicine cauldron.
Rising up.
The mental power carefully controlled the fused flame and slowly compressed the medicinal power in the medicine cauldron into the brown liquid ball. Their resistance and whereabouts will be quickly fed back with the spiritual power in the flame.
In Yun Hao's mind, he was able to use this information to mobilize his fusion flame to roast in the right direction.
This feedback analysis is an extremely mentally consuming analysis work, and the requirements of these four-grade elixirs for mental power analysis have reached an extremely harsh level, which makes the fine sweat beads on Yun Hao's forehead
Continuously flowing down, in contrast, those alchemists who refine third-grade and second-grade elixirs did not have such effort, but they were also solemn at this moment, and they treated the medicine cauldron in their hands carefully, so that they could reach this point.
, Whether in terms of their nature or strength, they are better than ordinary alchemists.
At least, those on the high platform showed a look of satisfaction and expectation on their faces to those who stayed. For these contestants, they were half successful in their ability to persevere until now, as long as they could
If the elixirs and medicines in their hands are fused and refined successfully, then they have a high chance of being favored by those large and medium-sized forces.
Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance slowly drifted out from the high platform, causing countless audiences on the field to exclaim.
The fragrance shows that someone has successfully refined the pill. Sure enough, an old man with white hair raised his head proudly, carefully put a white pill into the jade bottle, and walked to the old with a smile.
In front of the hunch, he handed over the pill.
The old tuft smiled and said sarcastically: "Old guy, you are the fastest again. It seems that you are bound to win this great elder's seat!"
The old man laughed and shook his head and said, "That may not be. If the bone refining pill is really successful, my third-grade high-level pills will be just a foil at most." As he said that, his eyes turned to the focused Yun.
Hao.
The old tuft nodded gently and said with a deep look: "But this bone refining pill is really not easy to master and refine. Every step has great risks. Even Mr. Chen, who was the only one who made the benevolent city, will never succeed in his life.
Just a few times.”
On the huge platform, countless heads of the aristocratic families shook their heads with some regret. This old man has his own sect, and they can only envy him now.
In the field, Chen Jiajia's charming figure was graceful and many young men glanced absent-mindedly from time to time. Even this hot pill meeting could not cover up the charm and temptation emitted by the girl, but Chen Jiajia was about that
A series of fiery and admiring eyes were ignored, and a delicate little face had a hint of worry, and Shui Ling's big eyes stared at the blue figure on the stage without blinking.
Under the goose yellow sleeves, Chen Jiajia clenched her pink fists, and she prayed silently in her heart, hoping that her sweetheart could successfully refine it.
The second young master Zheng walked slowly over and stood beside Chen Jiajia. His eyes were squinting, and his small eyes were full of admiration and could hardly hide them. He asked, "My sister Jiajia, I must be tired after standing for so long.
Let’s take a break from the side platform first, the competition here will not be a result for a while."
As for Mr. Zheng's diligent request, Chen Jiajia just shook her head slowly and smiled: "Thank you for your kindness, I'm not tired yet." After that, she turned her gaze to the green figure again.
After being ignored by this fairy-like girl, Mr. Zheng's second-year-old suddenly felt a little unnatural on his face. He laughed dryly and stood beside Chen Jiajia and refused to leave.
As for the second young master Zheng’s defeat, sarcastic gazes flashed through the crowd. The second young master Zheng was idle every day without doing his job, but this number one playboy in the kind city was both hated and afraid when people saw him.
At this moment, the second young master Zheng was standing there with shameless face, and countless people were looking at him with contempt and resentment. After all, the girl next to him was a girl who was respectful to the immortals in the whole city.
But although everyone was angry, they didn't say anything. At least the old man of the Zheng family is also one of the elders of the Danhui Association. Although he can only sit at the last seat every year, no one dares to blaspheme the power of the Danhui Association.
The contestants on the stage have made more and more pills, and different kinds of tempting elixir fragrances are constantly spreading, making the "gurgling" swallowing sounds in the crowd watching the game keep ringing.
The fragrance of medicine alone can make people feel extremely smooth in their bodies. If they continue to take it, it will definitely have a greater effect. However, in that case, ordinary people can only think about it.
The golden medicine cauldron swayed slightly, and the old man of the Zheng family changed slightly. He quickly formed a handprint to stabilize the inexplicable fluctuation. He did not expect that such a thing would happen at the last moment of Dancheng, and fortunately he would be able to remedy it.
In time, the pill was finally made.
After exhaling slowly, Mr. Zheng extinguished the flame fighting energy in the medicine cauldron with a strange expression. He reached out to take the brown-black pill in the medicine cauldron into his hand, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.
This "Soul Recovery Pill" has undoubtedly failed to refine, but although this black-brown product is not an authentic Soul Recovery Pill, it still has the effect of clearing the spirit and detoxifying.
Trying to suppress the sorrow in my heart, Mr. Zheng comforted himself: "Except those old guys, the others have made only ordinary elixirs. Even if they are successfully refined, they may not be as powerful as my incomplete elixirs.
The most time should be the eighth place."
Thinking of this, Mr. Zheng forced a smile and handed the elixir to the old tuft. The old tuft opened the bottle plug, smelled the elixir, and then said with some regret: "What a pity, it's a pity, Lao Zheng, if you
This pill is really made, I am afraid it will be the top three in this year's pill meeting. It seems that you are so hiding, old guy."
Mr. Zheng laughed dryly, then threw his eyes on the huge stone platform. There were only seven alchemists standing there. Obviously, the elixirs refined by these seven people were of the same grade.
It's high, otherwise it wouldn't last for so long.
"I should be fine..." Mr. Zheng comforted himself. If he fell out of the top eight, then his Zheng family might have fallen this time. After all, he has done a lot of anger under the protection of the Dan Society.
If things go out of the top eight, then their Zheng family will likely be retaliated by other families, and at that time, there will be a possibility of being in a slump.
The light flashed in his eyes, and Old Master Zheng stared at the young figure.