"Clang clang clang—"
The bell rang, and along with the voice of the elder telling the time, it spread throughout the square: "There is still a stick of incense before the end of the competition."
Hearing this time report, the actions of those alchemists became more and more urgent.
The heart fire that was released became stronger and stronger.
Some pharmacists have already refined the elixir, sweating and sitting in their seats, waiting for the last incense stick.
At this moment, Ye Qingluo was refining utensils with a small fire.
Wave after wave of heart fire power surged continuously.
Sweat had already oozed from her forehead.
It's impossible to say that you don't panic.
The Bingsoul Lingshen Pill was not an easy pill to refine, and it would take her at least half a day to refine it in normal times.
Moreover, it still relies on the power of the Shenlong Medicine Cauldron.
However, the utensil that is now being used is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary.
It is really difficult to refine it within an hour.
However, it was a bit difficult, and she had to do it.
She is not eligible to lose the game.
She has to win.
Must win.
The sweat on her forehead had flowed over her curled eyelashes, blurring her eyes.
"Clang clang clang—"
Another bell rang: "There is still half a stick of incense before the end of the competition."
A drop of sweat dripped from Ye Qing's chin.
She stared at the equipment, suddenly raised her palm, and slapped it near the equipment.
The implement bounces upwards.
In the next moment, a raging fire engulfed the utensil.
Like a fire dragon, it completely devoured the utensil.
Mu Zifei let out a cry, and stared at the utensil wrapped in heart fire in disbelief: "Brother, the power of her heart fire...is so..."
"I won't misjudge people." Mu Zifan's eyes also hid a trace of excitement and joy.
he finally...
Finally, Ye Qingluo appeared.
He knew that Ye Qingluo could help him refine the elixir he wanted...
The moment when the last stick of incense goes out.
The flame that wrapped Ye Qingluo's utensils suddenly dissipated.
The utensils fell into Ye Qingluo's hands.
She took out the elixir and put it into the medicine bottle provided by the Alchemy Alliance.
Immediately, he put his name on it.
When the paper is pasted on the medicine bottle, the medicine bottle shines, and the paper becomes one with the medicine bottle.
Except for the elders of the Alchemy Alliance, no one can open this medicine bottle.
This is also to ensure the fairness of the alchemist competition.
After the second match, Ye Qingluo was exhausted.
When the medicine bottle was taken away by the elders and the white sail was torn off.
Mu Zifan said a few more words, and then asked the alchemists to go back to rest.
Ye Qingluo held his forehead.
In order to hurry up, the power of Xuanxinyu was consumed a bit too much.
She shook her head and walked out of her place.
The opposite Bei Mingche also happened to come out, seeing Ye Qingluo's tired face: "Girl, are you okay? Your complexion looks very bad."
Ye Qingluo waved his hand, rejecting his concern.
Straight away from the refining square.
Passing by the four alchemists who surrounded her and pointed at her and Bei Mingche.
Ye Qing's eyes were slightly cold.
She suddenly went limp and bumped into one of the alchemists.
The pharmacist cursed angrily, and was about to push her away when Ye Qingluo grabbed her wrist.
Ye Qingluo propped up his body "weakly", and smiled apologetically "weakly": "I'm sorry, I exhausted my heart fire power in refining the elixir, and my body is a little unstable."
Several alchemists cursed and patted themselves with disgust, eyes full of contempt, and stayed away from Ye Qingluo.