Da, the elixirs put into the flame bottle are probably of the mid-level fifth rank, and they are not ordinary among the mid-level fifth ranks."

Discussions spread, and sixteen black-armored giants placed the huge flaming bottle in front of the host table and carefully guarded it.

Ning Fan glanced at the Flaming Bottle. In his century-old dream, he had heard the Emperor Dan introduce this item.

Putting the elixir into the flame bottle will reflect different levels of sunlight.

There is a sun in all four heavens and nine realms, and everyone can see the sun, but this sun is like a mirror, a flower in the water, and no one can touch it.

The sun that the monk sees in his eyes does not actually exist, it is just an illusion.

It is said that in ancient times, the Immortal Emperor started reincarnation with his palm and refined the two pills of Yin and Yang. The Yin pill is the moon and the Yang pill is the sun. He also used the magic to disperse the shadows of the sun and the moon, so that no matter which one of the four heavens and nine realms,

You can see the changes of the sun and the moon on the interface.

The so-called sun is a non-existent elixir refined by the Immortal Emperor, and its grade is immeasurable.

This flame bottle uses the shadow of the sun to identify the grade of the elixir, which can be regarded as borrowing from this legend.

"The Flaming Bottle has been obtained. Fellow Taoists, you can prepare to start refining the elixir. The elixirs of the third and fourth ranks will be identified by appraisers. The elixirs of the fifth rank and above will be identified by the Flaming Bottle. The elixir refining time is limited.

More than one month, otherwise it will be judged as unqualified. The competition begins!"

Each alchemist looked solemnly, summoned the alchemy cauldron one after another, and began to refine the elixir.

Ning Fan glanced sideways at Mo Xiu, who happened to be looking at Ning Fan as well.

There was an inexplicable chill in Mo Xiu's eyes, which was hidden very deep, and he suddenly said,

"Mingzun, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"What kind of bet?" Ning Fan looked calmly, as if he already knew what Mo Xiu was going to say.

"Let's make a bet. In this third-party competition, who has higher alchemy skills between me and you!"

"What's the stakes?"

"If we lose, you can take any treasure from me. If you lose...your black fire will belong to me!"

Mo Xiu knew what was going on. With the Rain Emperor's orders, he didn't dare to kill Ning Fan, but he plotted to seize Ning Fan's flame.

A cold light flashed in Ning Fan's eyes. If Mo Xiu really just bet with him openly, he would be willing to do so openly.

However, Yun Niansu has already discovered Mo Xiu's conspiracy. This time, Mo Xiu will not compete in a disciplined manner.

"If you lose, can I even take your life?" Ning Fan's expression showed no emotion or anger, but what he said made Mo Xiu feel cold and tremble.

The chill subsided in just a moment.

Mo Xiu smiled contemptuously. His alchemy skills may not be as good as Ning Fan's, but his strength is far superior to Ning Fan's.

Now that he was in his prime, he didn't think Ning Fan could take his life.

"If you have the ability to take it away, you can try it!" Mo Xiu replied with no loss of momentum.

Wow!

The countless monks who were watching were in an uproar.

At the beginning of the competition, Mo Xiu made a bet with Ning Fan.

Although Ning Fan's medicine soul is very strong, and he was also the first in the second round. But most people don't know the specific state of Ning Fan's alchemy skills.

Mo Xiu, on the other hand, is a senior alchemist who is famous throughout the world. He has a very high prestige. He is also the master of the Chitian Palace and a close confidant of the Seventh Prince of the Rain Palace.

For a time, not everyone thought Ning Fan would win.

Many people even had greater confidence in Mo Xiu's victory after seeing Mo Xiu's confident smile.

In the second round of competition, if Mo Xiu hadn't suffered a backlash and got injured, he might not have been weaker than Ning Fan.

"Why did Little Cucumber make a bet with that old guy? If he loses, wouldn't he have to give Black Fire to someone else?" Yue Lingkong asked worriedly.

"Sister Yue, don't you trust your elder brother? Has your elder brother ever done anything you were not sure about?" Xu Qiuling looked confident.

In the troll remnant world, the Eight Ancestors were all recovering from their injuries. King Lanling forced his way into the world. Although he retreated in defeat, the blow to the Eight Ancestors was not small.

The Eighth Patriarch is neither dead nor alive, and there is a danger of his body dissipating at any time.

After being tortured like this by King Lanling, the bodies of the eight people became even more unreal.

"Hateful! If I get the chance, I will cut Prince Lanling into pieces and destroy his entire clan!" A vicious female voice sounded.

"Let's put aside the matter of King Lanling for the time being. He was seriously injured, and he didn't dare to cause trouble again. But the eight of us have reached the time when our bodies are loose again. We could have delayed it for another ten years, but Lanling's son brought it forward.

The calamity. The 'Nie Hai Dan' circulated in the clan has been consumed, and it is necessary to seek help from an alchemist to refine this pill." An old man said in a hoarse voice.

"Who am I begging for? Although Nie Hai Dan is only a fifth-level pill, ordinary sixth-level alchemists may not be able to refine it successfully. There are only those seven sixth-level alchemists in the rain world, and none of the seven are as powerful as me.

If we have good friends with demons, why can we make elixirs for us and reveal our identities to outsiders?" the mean female voice retorted.

"In this alchemy, there may be a fifth-level alchemist who is capable of refining the Niehai Dan." The hoarse old man sneered.

"Who? The alchemists Ju Qing'er hired for his daughter are not weak, but there are no alchemists at the peak of fifth rank among them."

"Zhou Ming!"

"Impossible, this boy is less than five hundred years old, and his alchemy skills can reach level five, which is incredible. How can he have the peak level five alchemy skills? He previously won the first place in the second round, mostly relying on the alchemy cauldron.

It's just that the fire is strong." The mean female voice retorted.

"You can wait and see... I have taken a lot of alchemy souls in my life, and his medicine soul is especially delicious. I can't go wrong with it, hehe... It's a pity that before the big thing is completed, I still need to refine the Niehai Dan, otherwise

If so, I wouldn't mind tasting his medicinal soul." The hoarse old man sneered evilly.

The moment he sneered, all the other seven ancestors, including Ju Yan, trembled instinctively.

Their seventh ancestor is a master of the troll clan and a demon cultivator.

But only the hoarse old man is a truly terrifying demon...

Feng Xueyan, who was sleeping on the cold ice bed nearby, suddenly shook her little hand.

In fact, she was already awake, but she overheard the Eighth Patriarch's conversation. Her heart was filled with turmoil, and her beauty was eclipsed.

"They...do they want to eat my brother-in-law! I, I must tell my brother-in-law!"

"Grandpa...Grandpa is a bad person!"

"Where...is this..."
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