The older referee's name is Cai Fei, and he is an alchemist from the Alchemist Association.
Such a person has a very high vision, and there are very few people who can be praised by him so unreservedly. At this moment, Cai Fei praised Chen Feng lavishly. Obviously, he also agreed with Chen Feng's point of view.
In fact, others don’t know that Cai Fei has actually suffered such a loss.
Tens of thousands of years ago, when Cai Fei was still young and full of vigor and vitality, by chance, Cai Fei entered a secret realm. This secret realm turned out to be the place where a sixth-level alchemist had passed away.
Cai Fei thought he had hit the jackpot, but after a while of excitement, he discovered that because the sixth-level alchemist had been in meditation for too long, a large number of pills he left behind had lost their medicinal properties. It was obvious that their medicinal properties had dissipated over the long years.
In the end, Cai Fei only got a jade slip, which recorded the sixth-level alchemist's understanding of the way of alchemy. Relying on this jade slip, Cai Fei reached the peak of the fifth-level alchemist step by step. However, it was impossible for him to go further.
Cai Fei thought many times, if the efficacy of those pills had not faded, what level would he be at now? Perhaps, at least the level of a sixth-level alchemist. So, when Chen Feng said that the membrane was the most useful, Cai Fei was the first to approve it.
Minghao's face was gloomy. He knew that he had lost the alchemy battle today. This Chen Feng had a lot of tricks. Not only did he beat him in terms of time and quantity, but he was also much better in quality.
It was absolutely impossible for Minghao to refine a top-grade small fortune pill, and Chen Feng used a mixed refining method to refine it, which was much more difficult than normal alchemy. Could it be that Chen Feng's alchemy level was so much higher than Minghao's
"If you have no objection, I will announce the result of the competition." At this time, Cai Fei said seriously.
"This person is so despicable. I've lost face today." Ming Hao was about to leave when he suddenly remembered an important flaw in his mind.
"Wait!" Minghao suddenly shouted, "This match is fake, it doesn't count!"
"Why, Minghao, you can't afford to lose!" Cai Fei's face suddenly darkened. Minghao said this, is it because he is not satisfied with our referee?" Cai Fei asked bluntly.
"Humph! I don't know if they are in collusion, but I have caught them!" Minghao shouted angrily, "Does anyone know what the limit of each furnace of my Zhang family's small fortune pill is?"
Everyone looked at each other, none of them could answer. After a long while, a knowledgeable cultivator answered uncertainly: "I seem to have heard that the maximum number of small fortune pills in a furnace is four."
"Cai Fei, you also work in the Federation of Trade Unions, so you must know some information about this small fortune pill, right? Then tell me, is what the brother just said true?" After what happened just now, Ming Hao had an extremely bad attitude towards Cai Fei, and they had completely fallen out.
Cai Fei hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "This Small Fortune Pill is the secret of your Zhang family. Since you don't mind exposing it, I naturally don't need to worry about it." As he spoke, Cai Fei's voice became louder: "The Small Fortune Pill is a Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal-level pill that can greatly increase immortal essence and speed up cultivation. Each furnace of Small Fortune Pills will not exceed four at most, even if it is refined by a top-notch sixth-level alchemist."
"So that's how it is. A furnace can only produce four small fortune pills at most." Someone nodded in realization, as if he had discovered something incredible: "Then why did Master Chen Feng refine five?"
Soon, more and more people realized this problem, and they all looked straight at Chen Feng, waiting for his answer.
"Chen Feng, you really need to give everyone an explanation!" Cai Fei also said so. In fact, he also felt something was a little strange. The limit of one furnace of Minor Fortune Pills was four pills, which was confirmed by the Zhang family alchemists in tens of thousands of years of practice. How could it be broken so easily
However, Chen Feng broke through and refined five Small Fortune Pills. This cannot help but make people wonder whether these five Small Fortune Pills were prepared by Chen Feng in advance and then swapped them when no one was paying attention when collecting the pills.
"The newly refined pills will still have some flame power left on them. Can't you just check whether these five small fortune pills were made by me?" Chen Feng said coldly: "Master Cai, am I right?"
"Yes, that's right!" Cai Fei nodded, and then carefully examined the pills, and indeed felt the power of fire. Obviously, these pills were indeed just made not long ago.
"Chen Feng, the flame power on the elixir can also be added artificially to create the illusion that it was just refined!" Ming Hao said aggressively: "Chen Feng, if you can't prove that you didn't cheat today, then I will win this game."
"How despicable!" Chen Feng suddenly laughed: "You are so proud, it seems that you can't stand me winning against you. In this case, I will let you see that no matter how much you talk today, you can't change the outcome of losing to me!"
As he spoke, Chen Feng suddenly looked at the alchemists in the audience and said loudly, "Everyone, who is willing to borrow an alchemy furnace? Not too many, just five will be enough."
"Use mine, Master Chen Feng!" Mo Zhitong was the first to shout, and then an alchemy furnace flew onto the stage and landed in front of Chen Feng.
This is a lower-grade celestial alchemy cauldron.
"Master Chen Feng, there's mine too!" The speaker was Sai Qisheng, and he lent out his top-grade immortal alchemy cauldron without hesitation.
After a while, three more people lent their alchemy cauldrons to Chen Feng. As a result, there were six alchemy cauldrons standing side by side beside Chen Feng.
"What does Chen Feng want to do?" Ming Hao frowned, not knowing why. Subconsciously, he felt that Chen Feng seemed to bring bad luck to him.
"Everyone, although there is a limit to the number of pills in each furnace, sometimes, the limit can be broken." Chen Feng said as he tapped his hands and quickly grabbed a large number of spiritual medicines on the long table, divided them into six parts, and then put them into the six alchemy cauldrons. There were so many spiritual medicines on the long table that even if Chen Feng grabbed so many, there would still be some problems.
"Chen Feng, what are you going to do?" Cai Fei said in a deep voice. Cai Fei vaguely felt that Chen Feng seemed to be doing something earth-shattering.
"Hehe, since some people don't believe it, I will refine a few batches of pills now to let these people broaden their horizons!" Chen Feng smiled and his eyes suddenly became ethereal.
If someone who is familiar with Chen Feng saw it, they would know that Chen Feng was about to start refining the elixir.
Too busy, sorry for the late update.