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Four hundred and seventieth chapters medium medicine pill

"It's done?"

Chen Fengyu, who had failed eight times and had only condensed more than 100 "medicine materials" into pills for the ninth time, also had an indescribable look of excitement on his face. He gently wiped the sweat on his forehead, and did not dare to be careless. Although the soul-suppressing pill in the "Alchemy Furnace" had been formed, the last step was not completed. He was careless. If he failed during the pyretic quenching, he would really have the desire to die...

"You must not fail..."

Chen Fengyu gritted his teeth and cheered himself up. His whole mind was focused on the "degreening pill". This step was related to the quality of the "elixir". It was also the "fourth grade" pill, and there were also the three qualities of "top", "middle", and "lower". If Chen Fengyu wanted to refine, he had to refine the fourth-grade "soul-suppressing pill" to ensure that he won no doubt. He had not been able to follow Murong Jianyu for a long time, so he naturally knew how moody the seventh prince of Murong Jianyu's "dark world" was. If he really lost to Murong Xingyu's apprentice today, he would never have to think about the consequences. He would definitely die...

Half an hour...

One hour...

Chen Fengyu, who was sweating with nervousness on his face, took an hour to complete the step of "determination of the alchemy". Seeing that he had finally successfully refined the "fourth-grade" soul-squeezing pill, Chen Fengyu's face suddenly became excited. He stood up from the front of the "alchemy furnace" in surprise. With one hand, he heard his "alchemy furnace" making a "buzzing" sound. The entire "alchemy cauldron" suddenly opened, and a fragrant "elixir" flew out of the "alchemy furnace" and fell into his palm. He saw Chen Fengyu refining the "soul-squeezing pill"...

Murong Jianyu, who was standing at the entrance of the "Dan Pavilion" compound, also had a hot expression flashed in his eyes.

“Fourth grade medium?”

Chen Fengyu spread his hands and found that the 'soul-suppressing Pill' he refined was actually just a fourth-grade medium-grade medium-grade. A look of disappointment flashed across his face. He took a deep breath and forced a smile and said, "What about even the 'soul-suppressing Pill' of the fourth-grade medium-grade medium-grade? I have always refined it. That kid is just a second-grade 'Pill Fire Power' and wants to refine the 'four-grade' soul-suppressing Pill? It's simply a delusion, just a fool, I've already won today..."

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, it came from Chen Changsheng's "Pill Furnace", and suddenly, a stream of blue smoke appeared.

"Did you explode the elixir?"

Seeing that Chen Changsheng failed again, and only ten chances were the last one left, a sneer flashed across Chen Fengyu's face, and he said slowly: "Give up! With the power of your second-grade 'allier's alchemist', let alone refining the 'fourth-grade' soul-squeezing pill, even the third-grade 'elixir' is extremely difficult for you! It's still too late to admit defeat now, so as not to make yourself lose face in front of everyone, which is a bit worthless..."

Chen Changsheng, who had already invaded the "elixir" in the whole person, did not hear Chen Fengyu's teasing words at all. He still put more than one hundred medicinal materials into the alchemy furnace without rushing, burning them into powder one by one with the "elixir fire power" and slowly began to fuse these powders. The alchemist, who had reached the peak of the third grade, with his powerful "elixir fire power", could easily merge these powders into pills with his slight feeling...

But Chen Changsheng is different.

He has been practicing the "Alchemy Art" for too short, and the "Pill of Alchemy Fire" in his body is pitifully small. When each medicinal material is fused, he can only explore how much "Pill of Alchemy Fire" needs to be injected step by step, rather than directly using the "Pill of Alchemy Fire" like Chen Fengyu.

One, two, three... one hundred and twenty-seven... one hundred and twenty-nine... one hundred and sixty-eight...

Seeing Chen Changsheng fuse a variety of "medicine" powders into it. Whenever he fuses one, the disciples of the "Dan Pavilion" around him were all in his throat. They were "practice" of alchemy techniques for a short time, so they naturally knew how difficult it was to "melting the alchemy". Many ordinary alchemists with "talented" even if the "pill fire power" in their bodies reached the level of fourth- and fifth-grade alchemists, but at the "melting the alchemist" step, there will still be situations like "blasting the alchemist"...

"The last one?"

Seeing that Chen Changsheng was only short of the last "medicine" powder being fused in, as long as the last "medicine" powder was fused in, the elixir could be formed. Therefore, the people in the entire "dan Pavilion" compound held their breath at this moment, fearing that their breathing would be too loud, and disturbed Chen Changsheng. Chen Fengyu, who had returned to Murong Jianyu, was even more nervous and held the "soul-suppressing pill" in his hand, staring at Chen Changsheng in front of the "alchemy furnace" with his eyes...

"How sure are you to beat that kid?" Murong Jianyu asked with a cold face and looked at Chen Fengyu beside him.

"Ten thousand sure..."

Chen Fengyu gritted his teeth and said, "Seventh Prince Don't worry, this 'fourth-grade' soul-suppressing pill is the most difficult to refine among all the 4th-grade pills. Even if it is more difficult than some 'fifth-grade' pills, this kid is just a second-grade 'alchemy'. Just the step of 'melting pills'..." Before Chen Fengyu finished speaking, he saw Chen Changsheng sitting in front of the 'alchemy furnace'. He pointed his finger gently, and the last 'medicine' powder instantly entered the 'pill pills'...

No blown elixir?

Success?

Seeing that the boy Chen Changsheng had actually formed a elixir, and there was no elixir blowing, Chen Fengyu's face changed slightly. When he came to his mouth, he swallowed all the things he said. Seeing Murong Jianyu's cold eyes staring at him, Chen Fengyu, who was guilty, quickly said: "Even if he succeeded in 'melting', he still had to 'degree' later. Not to mention that he was just a second-grade 'aling master', even if I, a third-grade 'peak' alchemist, was almost too willing to be too strong when tempering this 'fourth' soul-squeezing pill. Don't worry, with his 'pinning power', it was impossible for me to successfully quench the pill..."

Murong Jianyu, whose face had completely become haze, nodded expressionlessly and said, "I hope you are right. If you lose this competition for this prince, you should know the consequences..."

"I know..." Chen Fengyu, who had trembling all over, quickly lowered his head and said.

"kindness!"

Everyone who understands the 'alcohol technique' knows that the process of 'dequenching the 'alcohol' is long and boring, and the consumption of 'alcohol' will reach a terrifying level. A disciple of the 'dan Pavilion' looked at Chen Changsheng, whose back was already wet with sweat, and even his back was wet with sweat, whispered: "You think, can Senior Brother Changsheng refine these four-grade 'soul-suppressing Pills'?"

"I'll see..."

The disciple of the 'Dan Pavilion' standing beside him shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Changsheng is now only the power of the elixir fire of the second-grade 'alixir'. This is the 'fourth-grade' soul-squeezing pill. Even if Senior Brother Changsheng puts all his strength, his 'alixir power' may not be able to support the end of the elixir of the elixir of the elixir of the elixir of the elixir of the elixir. With the realm of the elixir of the second-grade 'alixir', he can complete the elixir of the elixir. Senior Brother Changsheng is already a natural resource. People like us, let alone ten times, even a hundred times, or a thousand times may not be able to complete the elixir step..."

Time passes by minute by minute...

Half an hour!

Seeing that the boy Chen Changsheng, who had been holding on for half an hour and was still holding on, Chen Fengyu, who was standing beside Murong Jianyu, had a pale face, and even a little pale than Chen Changsheng's current face. He knew that once Chen Changsheng succeeded, it would be his end of the world. He took a deep breath and muttered to himself: "What if he also refined the 'soul-suppressing Pill'? Mine is the 'fourth-grade' medium-suppressing Pill, how could he refine the 'fourth-grade' medium-suppressing Pill?"

"Senior Brother Changsheng's 'Power of Dan Fire' has begun to dry up..." A disciple of the 'Pan Pavilion' looked at Chen Changsheng's back with a slightly changed face and shouted.

"Is it going to fail?"

Feeling his 'Pill of Alchemy Fire', it had disappeared and was immediately powerless, Chen Changsheng's face suddenly turned pale, and there was no trace of blood. Just as he looked at the 'Alchemy Furnace' in front of him helplessly and helplessly, he heard Murong Xingyu say lightly: "Open your mouth..."

Chen Changsheng immediately opened his mouth and felt a "elixir" enter his mouth instantly, turning into a warm current, entering his body.

The "Power of Pill Fire" that had been completely dissipated was instantly replenished...

"What?"

When Chen Changsheng was seeing Chen Changsheng swallowing a pill given to him by Murong Xingyu, the 'Pill of Pill Fire' that had dissipated was instantly filled with replenishment. Chen Fengyu, who was standing beside Murong Jianyu, almost glared out his eyes and said in horror: "How is this possible? What pill can immediately recover the 'Pill of Pill Fire'?"

Obviously, in Chen Fengyu's memory.

There is no pill that can instantly restore a person's "Pill Fire Power". Once these "Pill Fire Power" are exhausted, they can only recover slowly. Now, "Murong Xingyu" actually took out a pill that can instantly restore a person's "Pill Fire Power". How can he not be shocked? He has even forgotten that Chen Changsheng no longer lacks the "Pill Fire Power". The chance of refining this "Soul-Suppressing Pill" is a bit higher...

At this moment, Chen Fengyu was full of his mind that Murong Xingyu threw to Chen Changsheng. What kind of pill was it?
Chapter completed!
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