The mysterious Qingyan was obtained by Zhuo Fan from a mysterious master in the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Range. Its power is so strong that with his current ability, he still can't play a ten thousandth.
But he can conclude that even if this Qingyan is placed in the sanctuary, it belongs to the legendary existence. Just revealing one-tenth of its power, it has also been able to help him refine a high-grade pill.
but…
Taking a deep breath, Zhuo Fan squinted at the top ten alchemy masters, and saw them all walking leisurely to refine the medicinal materials in their hands. Especially the three people of Poisonous Hand Medicine King, Tao Danniang and Yan Fu, in addition to their relaxed faces, there is also a deep ray of light in the depths of their eyes.
Obviously, they must still have the last killer in their hearts, and they will use it when King Dan wins the final round.
Correspondingly, Qing Yan is also Zhuo Fan's ultimate killer. If it is announced in advance, it will inevitably be targeted by this poisonous medicine king. Keep it hidden and wait for the finals.
But in this way, the only method that can be used is that one, although it is more risky...
Touching his nose helplessly, Zhuo Fan let out a long suffocation, and finally started to move. With his actions, all eyes on the field turned to him.
People want to see again, what amazing feats this genius alchemy master, who has repeatedly used earth-shattering alchemy, will have.
However, under everyone's close gaze, Zhuo Fan just pinched his fingers like an ordinary person, and a red fire of vitality appeared in the center of his palm.
Then, Zhuo Fan flicked his fingers and flew into the flames piece by piece of the fifth-grade medicinal materials.
There is no alchemy that shocks the world as before, and there is no unique skill that instantly refines all medicinal materials like the one at the beginning of the second round of pill competition.
Zhuo Fan is doing alchemy like ordinary people, and compared to those other alchemy masters, the flame in his hand is even weaker.
Those five-grade medicinal materials, in his flames, as if an old bull had broken a car, it took a long time to refine such a drop of medicinal liquid.
Compared with the previous shocking world, Zhuo Fan's alchemy at this time is not just ordinary, it can be said to be bad! Almost all the alchemists currently on the field seem to have better alchemy than him.
Such a big gap caused the hearts of everyone present to sink. They seem to be witnessing a scene where a genius alchemist that has been rare in thousands of years is falling from the peak to the mortal world.
The ten alchemists in the top ten all glanced in Zhuo Fan's direction. Some regretted, some helpless, but most people showed a smug smirk.
This kid's dead spot was finally highlighted in the third round.
In the midst of these dark laughter, Zhuo Fan's back standing on the first alchemy platform looked particularly desolate.
He seemed to realize that Zhuo Fan was very different from the first two rounds of pill competition. Not only did he lack that amazing alchemy, but he seemed to have reduced his arrogance a lot.
Xiaoya didn't realize it was a little puzzled. When the alchemists were making alchemy for the first time, she asked deliberately or unconsciously: "Hey, I really don't know what happened to Master Song this time. It seems different from the previous one?"
"Hehehe... of course!"
With a cold smile, the Poisonous Hand Medicine King was making alchemy while gloating at the same time: "His alchemy has come to an end, and it is impossible to make a good alchemy again."
Unconsciously raising her brows, Xiaoya said strangely: "Old Yan, what does this mean?"
Looking at each other with several other alchemists, everyone laughed freely.
"What the old man means is that he can only refine low-level pill, not high-level spirit pill at all."
Seeing that Xiaoya was still puzzled, the poisonous hand medicine king was very happy to continue to explain: "Alchemy is generally divided into civil and martial fires, low-level immortals. The medicinal materials are easier to refining, generally soft warm fires are the mainstay, but bursting martial fires are easy to use medicinal materials. Burned. But when refining high-grade medicinal materials, Wuhuo is the main method, and Wenhuo is no longer enough to refine them."
"But this kid is not cultivated enough to support the bursting martial fire for a long time, so he has no way to refine a level 5 or higher spirit pill." Poisonous Hand Potion Wang Xie laughed and turned to look at Zhuo Fan, provocatively, " This is your culprit, right, kid."
Ignoring him, Zhuo Fan is still focusing on his alchemy.
"But... Didn't Master Song refine the fifth-grade Longyang Pill just now?" Xiaoya was surprised and asked.
Shaking his head disdainfully, the poisonous hand medicine king said lightly: "That Longyang Pill is to forcibly refine the second-rank pill's medicinal power to the fifth-rank. It cannot be regarded as a real fifth-rank spirit pill. But this alchemy technique, the old man admits, is indeed the world's place. Rare. If he can refine a fifth-rank pill, he might be able to raise the pill to the seventh-rank level. What a pity, hehehe..."
Hearing this, everyone present sighed with regret.
Looking at the figure that was a little lonely, but still insisting on refining alchemy, everyone felt an inexplicable grief for no reason.
I don't know when, among the thousands of alchemists in the whole scene, Zhuo Fan is the only one in everyone's eyes. People will be excited and surprised by Zhuo Fan's magical alchemy again and again.
At this time, along with his loneliness, he will feel inexplicable grief.
On the contrary, the pill masters of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King, at this time, fell into trouble and jealous of the sages, but everyone felt unusually disgusted.
"Master Song, come on, we support you!"
I don't know who it is or where it is from, and he uttered a cheering sound to Zhuo Fan. Immediately afterwards, there was an enthusiastic crowd in the entire venue, and there were voices of cheering and encouragement everywhere.
"Master Song, you are the best!"
"Master Song, we love you!"
"Master Song, I... I want to give you a monkey..."
…
For a time, the entire Huayu Hall was instantly exploded, and the voices were full of voices. Xie Tianyang and the others were completely dumbfounded when they heard this wave of sound surging.
This kid is only doing a pill, so how come he has so many people's support? There are people who are arguing about giving him a monkey. Lao Tzu is dignified and dignified. Why is no one willing to do this for Lao Tzu
Turning around slowly, Zhuo Fan beckoned slightly. Just for a moment, the scene fell silent for an instant. With such a strong appeal, even the major elders of the Seventh Family could not help but move slightly.
"Everyone, thank you for your support."
Zhuo Fan's face was solemn, and it was a rare sincere expression: "The children of the next third-rate family can come to this Huayutang and show off what they have learned throughout their lives. Death without resentment. One way to refine the pill, but to refine the state of mind. My heart is first, and it is the first. Just ask you all to watch me finish this last pill, then I will be defeated!"
As soon as his words fell, Zhuo Fan turned around again and worked hard to refine his hands, which was such a difficult fifth-grade medicinal material for him. But looking at the pill of heavenly cloak behind him, everyone present was already in tears.
He is no longer just a wizard in the alchemy world, but also a hero who is determined to make alchemy and pursues his life.
Unlike the Poisonous Hand Medicine King and the others, who intrigue in alchemy, in his heart, only the best in the world in his heart can be refined. What a pure heart, what a broad mind.
"Master Song, you are imaginative, please be respected by all of us!"
Those alchemists who had been eliminated before saw that Zhuo Fan knew that he had been lost, and still insisted on refining, and felt respect. Especially those who had previously voluntarily abstained, are even more embarrassed. The respect for Zhuo Fan is also more profound.
During the VIP seats on the east side, Huang Pu Qingyun and others burst into laughter. Even if he aroused the sympathy of so many people, in front of the seventh family, he would not be able to save his life.
Don't these third-rate characters still dare to resist the seventh family headed by the emperor gate
On the host stage, even though the three of Chu Qingcheng knew it was fake, their pupils were already red. This sad and desolate figure of Zhuo Fan is really like a tragic hero, touching the softest part of a woman's heart.
Xiao Dandan cried even more, as if he really thought it was Zhuo Fan's last words.
Seeing all this, Xie Tianyang curled his lips helplessly: "This kid is really good, and he's pretending to be coerced again. But he shouldn't pretend to be too much like just now, and be overshadowed by others."
"Hey hey... This kid is very good, how can he eat the same loss twice?" Long Jiu shook his head noncommitantly and smiled, "From the perspective of the old man, this kid is suddenly uncharacteristic. He must have some purpose."
"What's the purpose?"
Wiping the red eye circles, the nightshade sucked his nose vigorously: "This kid is too hateful. It either makes people angry or makes people cry."
Long Jiu was startled, a little puzzled: "Xiao Kui, didn't you not deal with that kid, why would you still cry for him?"
The corners of his mouth slumped, and Solanum grumbling: "I'm really into the show!"
Unconsciously, Long Jiu, Xie Tianyang and the others looked at each other, they all gave a wry smile, helplessly wiping the cold sweat on their heads.
Oh, woman...
On the alchemy platform, all the medicinal materials in the hands of the poisonous hand medicine king have been refined, and they have even begun to merge. And for the other alchemists, more than half of the medicinal materials have been refined into liquid medicine.
But Zhuo Fan's medicinal materials were only refined and less than one-fifth.
Seeing this situation, the Poisonous Hand Potion King couldn't help but sneered, and said contemptuously: "Boy, it's useless to clean up the public for private purposes. Even if you encourage the following gang of trash to save you, they won't have this ability. When you step down from this alchemy platform, the old man will take your head openly."
"Oh? That's not necessarily true!"
He raised his brows slightly, and Zhuo Fan looked at the unrefined medicinal materials in his hand and pinched fiercely, a decisive color flashed in his eyes: "A palm of the universe!"
puff!
There was a muffled sound, and a light smoke slowly drifted out from his palm.
The poisonous hand medicine king's eyelids trembled unconsciously, and then he laughed out: "Hahaha... The flames are extinguished before the medicinal materials are refined, and it's only strange if you lose all the medicinal materials in one hand! Even if you have to lose, it is a good thing to lose. Well, is this your parting legacy?"
Without listening to his noise, Zhuo Fan's heart was nervous, and the clenched fist that his pupils were staring at, slowly unfolded.
However, there was no pill, only the ashes in his hands!
Failed!
Zhuo Fan's heart sank, and he squinted at the Poisonous Hand Medicine King.
At this moment, all his liquid medicines had been fused, and he was about to take shape. If this continues, this third round of the Dan champion is none other than him.
Taking a deep breath, a cold glow flashed in Zhuo Fan's eyes, and a strange arc of his mouth curled up.
The old immortal thing, you fucking yin Lao Tzu just now, this time Lao Tzu will double it back to you...