The method of using strange fire also failed. The furnace kept exploding. Yang Lan'er's new method, which was not giving up, failed again.

Hearing this, Qin Muyan curled his lips and smiled so brightly that the world lost its color: "Isn't this me? However, you have been reincarnated, and this has not changed at all."

"Ah!" Yang Lan'er grabbed Qin Muyan's sleeve and said, "Could I have refined weapons in my previous life?"

Qin Muyan lowered his eyes to glance at the white and tender hands on the wide sleeves, and couldn't help laughing: "Well, as long as you touch the refining device, the furnace will definitely explode, and no matter how good the materials are, they will be useless."

Yang Lan'er blushed when she heard that. Although she had no memory of her previous life, she knew that was herself. She still felt very awkward after being criticized like that.

"Aren't we unfamiliar with each other? How do you know so much?" Yang Lan'er asked angrily. Did she really have no talent for refining weapons? Was it equal to zero?

However, after asking this question, Yang Lan'er thought of a possibility, but she was stubborn and unwilling to believe it because it was too embarrassing.

“You don’t need to be familiar with things that are known to the entire God Realm. I’ve said before that you were very famous in your past life. Many people know that you are an idiot when it comes to refining equipment and that you just like to waste good materials. Many people feel very sorry for this and I guess you’ve been cursed a lot in secret.” Qin Muyan said with a smile. He felt very good to slowly tell the person involved these embarrassing things that only he knew about now.

"Always wasting good materials? Am I such a spendthrift, such a rich man?" Yang Lan'er widened her eyes in disbelief.

"You don't need it anyway." Qin Muyan saw that Yang Lan'er couldn't accept his spending spree. He wanted to laugh but couldn't, so he held it back and felt a little hurt.

He didn't know anything else, but as one of the ten god-level alchemists, Yang Lan'er had no reason to say she was poor. On the contrary, she could often exchange for some materials that others coveted, and she didn't feel bad. Every time she heard someone complain and regret that she had wasted some rare materials, she didn't know how many people were secretly complaining about her! Yang Lan'er looked at Qin Muyan in doubt. Was she so rich in her previous life? Emma, ​​I hate not having any memory at this time...

After the talisman competition is over, the final round of alchemy will begin. Regardless of whether anyone can refine a seventh-level pill or not, this is the last round. It is impossible for a Jindan stage master to refine an eighth-level pill. That is unrealistic.

Therefore, in this round, everyone will refine the elixir that they are best at and that is as advanced as possible, so that they can participate in the final ranking.

The prerequisite is to be the best and succeed in refining to have a chance to compete. Then you should try to make it as advanced as possible and of better quality to ensure that you do not miss out on a good ranking.

It only happens once every fifty years, which is not a short time. No one will not make a breakthrough for fifty years just because of this competition. Even if they encounter the opportunity, they will suppress it directly.

No one would be that stupid. Nascent Soul means infinite life. The longer the life value is consumed in the early stage, the more disadvantageous it will be for the strength after the Nascent Soul is formed.

There are a total of 119 alchemists who entered the seventh round, and Medicine King Palace directly occupied more than half of them. Yang Lan'er's disguised identity was also one of them. It must be said that Medicine King Palace is truly worthy of being the holy land of alchemists. Few sects can match such foundation.

However, those who stayed behind from other sects were all masters, and they did not win by numbers. They would directly take first place, and Medicine King Hall would completely lose face.

In particular, if the sect's treasure was taken away by someone else, it would probably be recorded in the history of mainland gossip. Whenever the Four Arts Competition was held in the future, it might be used to make fun of.

The people from other sects were all focused on getting first place, while the people from Medicine King Palace seemed calm on the surface, as if they didn't care, or they were confident in their sect, but in fact, they were all a little nervous.

Especially when I see so many "outsiders" entering the seventh round, I always feel a sense of crisis of capsizing in the ditch.

At this time, the Hall Master of Medicine King Hall couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He shouldn't have taken out the sect's treasure just for the sake of shock and face. If it was won by someone else, the Medicine King Hall would lose face.

In the future, the cultivation world will say, what's so great about the Medicine King Palace? There are many alchemists, but the top ones are not here.

This is a catastrophic disaster for the sect developed by the alchemists.

Of course, alchemy does not represent medical skills. The medical skills of the people in Medicine King Palace are indeed world-renowned, and others will not doubt the medical skills of Medicine King Palace just because of the failure of alchemy. However, this is indeed too harsh to hear.

But now we are in a difficult situation. No matter how worried and regretful we are, there is no room for recovery.

He could only hope that the people in his Medicine King Palace would explode and overwhelm those with “ill intentions”, thus preserving the reputation of Medicine King Palace over the years.

For this purpose, the Medicine King Hall also made a new decision. The master of the Medicine King Hall laid a lot of nonsense just for this key point.

Yang Lan'er was sweating profusely while listening to this. She suddenly felt like she was attending a meeting in modern society. Damn, how could this leader be so talkative? Wasn't his mouth dry?

Speaking of the new decision, there were some whispers below. Both the remaining contestants and the onlookers looked at the hall master curiously, some expecting him to say something different to lift their spirits.

The people from other sects, who were also a little drowsy, finally raised their eyes and looked at the Master of Medicine King Palace.

The Palace Master clearly enjoyed the attention, and after keeping everyone in suspense for a while, he said slowly and proudly, "Since this is the final round, in order to better mobilize everyone's enthusiasm, the Medicine King Palace has decided that the works of the top three alchemists do not need to be submitted to the Medicine King Palace. After the competition, they will directly become their own."

Hearing this, a group of people began to be stunned. Although there was an uproar, the crowd of onlookers was countless, and the sound suddenly became loud and deafening.

Yang Lan'er stood in her competition area which had grown many times larger and picked her ears. It was really too noisy.

The decision made by the Medicine King Hall was simply adding fuel to the fire. It was not about mobilizing everyone's enthusiasm, but it clearly aroused everyone's murderous intent. Some people who originally thought that it was not easy for them to get to this point and were very satisfied, now felt the desire to win.

As for alchemy, it sometimes depends on willpower and belief. If the willpower and belief are strong, many impossible things will become possible, and the probability of possible things will be even greater.

Therefore, the Medicine King Hall made such a decision, which was purely to escalate the battle. They really wanted the world to be in chaos! Yang Lan'er sighed in her heart, and felt a little excited for no reason. She hadn't tried to make pills with all her strength for a long time.