The candidates then revoked their gazes unwillingly.

Especially Zhao Hai, who had spoken rudely before, had a pale face, fearing that Zhan Wuque would settle the score with him afterwards.

But he quickly made a fuss in his heart and showed unwillingness in his eyes.

I, Zhao Hai, have endured humiliation and suffered heavy burdens, and have been sleeping on firewood and tasting gall for so many years. Isn’t this just for this day?

Even if that kid has a strange fire, what if he has a third-grade alchemy furnace! The mud still can't support the wall!

A playboy who relies on his family and external forces, I, Zhao Hai, will defeat him hard in front of everyone today!

Let him know that "poor students" should not be humiliated!

Waste is always waste!

Thinking of this, Zhao Hai slapped the storage bag hard, and he held a pill formula in his hand. He looked back at Zhan Wuque, and his eyes showed endless fighting spirit.

"Come on, I, Zhao Hai, sacrificed my life today, let it go, and swear to give him a bright and sunny day."

He shouted in his heart, full of energy.

Zhan Wuque was refining medicinal materials. He accidentally saw Zhao Hai's surging gaze, and looked puzzled, "What's wrong with this person? Are you sick?"

Although he was inexplicably surprised, he didn't think much about it. He shook his hand and threw another medicinal herb into it.

Half an hour was about to pass, and before everyone could refine it successfully, Zhan Wuque had already opened the furnace three times, and the fragrance of medicine spread out each time.

Such a strange behavior naturally attracted the attention of bystanders.

"What is this kid doing? He has turned on the furnace three times in half an hour. Has he refined it or failed?"

Everyone looked puzzled.

Every time Zhan Wuque opened the furnace, he put the pills into the storage bag at a very fast speed. No one could see it, so he couldn't figure out whether Zhan Wuque had successfully refined it.

The little fat man named Zhang Daqiang beside him had failed to refine him. He stood aside with a dejected look.

But he quickly gritted his teeth and cheered up, took out a few more elixirs from the storage bag and threw them into the big pot, picked up the shovel and started frying.

An hour passed quickly.

Many candidates have put away the alchemy furnace and stand there.

"Time is here"!

Deacon Zhang shouted loudly, raising the hourglass in his hand, ending the time.

At this moment, Zhan Wuque waved his hand and the sixth furnace of pills flew up and landed in the jade bottle that had been prepared on the side.

"If you have successfully refined it, stand on this side, and if you have failed it, stand on the other side"!

Deacon Zhang urged.

Zhang Daqiang and others stood aside in dejection.

Less than one-fifth of the people who have successfully refined it, which is extremely rare.

"Now you come up to report the pills one by one, I want to check it out." Deacon Zhang looked cold.

"First-level pill, low-grade Huiyuan Pill"!

An old man trembled and handed over the pill.

"No mistake, first-grade lower-level alchemist."

Deacon Zhang took a casual look, spoke lightly, and his eyes showed disgust.

Someone behind him quickly registered.

"Next, line up by yourself, don't expect me to call each other"!

Deacon Zhang looked impatient.

This kind of "rough work" of testing the first-class alchemist is not his duty, but the man had something to do temporarily and asked him to replace him.

He said that he was very high, so he was very impatient.

"First-level pill, low-grade Huiyuan Pill"!

"First-level pill, low-grade Huiyuan Pill"!

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Most people choose the Huiyuan Dan, which is the easiest to refine.

But this made Deacon Zhang’s eyes increasingly impatient.

All of them are garbage, they are all waste! Wasting time!

finally,

"First-level pill, medium-grade Huiyuan Pill"!

An arrogant voice resounded throughout the audience.
Chapter completed!