Chapter 189
He Yiran over there moved extremely quickly. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and in an instant the alchemy furnace in front of him showed signs of producing the elixir.
Suddenly, a ray of light appeared in the sky and fell directly on the top of He Yiran's alchemy furnace. He raised his hand and the lid of the furnace popped up instantly. Several pills in the furnace flew into He Yiran's hands.
He Yiran took a quick look and handed the pills to the old men on the stage, then he turned around and looked at Ye Lan.
He had been immersed in his own world of alchemy and had not noticed what was happening on Ye Lan's side.
Upon closer inspection, I discovered that the handsome man had actually entered a state of mental cultivation, but he wasn't in a good mood, as if he hadn't rested well last night. His head was pecking at rice, bit by bit, like a chicken.
He Yiran thought that this man was actually very cute!
He felt adorable...
Although the man was not in a good condition, there was a faint strange phenomenon appearing above the alchemy furnace.
Just as he was thinking this, a scene appeared above the furnace that was even more magnificent than the one He Yiran had just seen.
He Yiran saw that Ye Lan's movements were extremely casual. After a while, the strange phenomenon above the furnace quickly rushed towards the furnace below.
The lid of the alchemy furnace was buzzing, as if it was about to be pushed open by something inside.
The breathing of everyone present became rapid. They were all alchemy practitioners and understood better than anyone else what this strange phenomenon meant!
Ye Lan also saw the strange vision. He hardened his heart and bit the tip of his tongue. The fishy and sweet smell of blood instantly dissipated his drowsiness.
My mind is much clearer.
His face became a little more serious, and he formed seals with his hands faster.
With a low shout from him!
"Get up!" The lid of the alchemy furnace was blown away by the elixir inside.
The golden pill lay so obediently in Ye Lan's palm. Ye Lan wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He respectfully presented the pill in his hand to the two old men for evaluation.
The two old men jumped up from their chairs and stared at the golden pill in their palms in amazement.
“This, this… this…”
Their voices trembled and their faces were full of joy.
"A first-grade elixir! It's actually a first-grade elixir!" The old man with a somewhat impatient temper instantly appeared beside Ye Lan. Ye Lan was startled and heard him start to poach people.
"Would you like to be my disciple?" he said excitedly.
After saying this, he seemed to feel that something was not right, so he immediately changed his words and said, "No, I would like to take you as my master. I wonder if you are willing to accept me as your master?"
As soon as he said this, the people below were in an uproar, and they all looked sideways at the man who had refined the first-grade elixir.
Ye Lan looked at the old man who was much older than him and politely refused: "I am a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect, but you are..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the old man who was crazy about alchemy taking off the clothes that represented his sect.
He said loudly: "It's okay, if Master is willing to accept me, I am willing to leave the sect right now and follow you to Xiaoyao Sect!"
Everyone in the audience took a deep breath...
The old man in the audience who was slow to react was so angry that his teeth were chattering. This bastard was too fast!
He hated himself for being a step slower!
Although they are both great alchemists, they can only refine pseudo-first-grade medicine throughout their entire lives and at their current age, their cultivation is stuck in the late Nascent Soul stage and they cannot break through.
Their chances of survival were about to come to an end...
If...if he could also learn the state of mind refinement and could refine a true first-grade elixir, then their cultivation and vitality would also be increased and prolonged!
No matter which one it is, it has a fatal attraction to them!
Ye Lan was forced into a corner by the old man, and only then did he realize that he was able to refine first-grade elixirs even though he was only using an ordinary alchemy furnace. It seemed that the function of the Medicine God Cauldron was probably not to improve the grade of elixirs.
It is difficult to get off the tiger's back, and the game must go on.
Ye Lan had no choice but to say: "You are the referee. If I accept you, then..."
The old man was also impatient and was afraid that Ye Lan would not accept him.
He immediately crushed the jade token in his hand, his eyes full of excitement as he said, "It's okay, Master. I've already found a replacement referee. From now on, you are my master!"
As he spoke, he took off the Qiankun bag from his waist, wiped his spiritual consciousness, and handed the Qiankun bag to Ye Lan.
"Master, here are the spiritual herbs, elixirs, and other things I have collected over the years. I will treat them as a gift to you as my disciple. I hope you will accept them!"
Ye Lan: ...
The old man on the stage who was a beat behind: ...
Audience: ...
What should I do if I feel a little moved?
The old man handed the Qiankun bag to Ye Lan with both hands and quickly jumped off the competition venue.
Only another old man was left standing on the stage, and he threw the pill in his hand back.
The results were announced: "Number 26 received one Grade 5, First-Class Pill, and Number 7 received three Grade 5, Second-Class Pills. Overall, Number 26 wins."
The result was no surprise at all, and Ye Lan breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought he could only refine the second grade, but he didn't expect it to be the first grade. Now he can advance to the next round, which is a sure thing.
He Yiran's eyes were as sharp as torches, and his gaze was fixed on the direction where Ye Lan and the old man disappeared.
The old man was like a sticky candy. Every time Ye Lan took a step, he would follow behind.
But since I had already accepted the gift of becoming a disciple, it was not easy for me to say anything.
He automatically blocked the old man behind him and came to the Handunqixiu competition venue.
Maybe he came at the wrong time, Han Dun had already finished the game and tied with his opponent.
Han Dun walked towards Ye Lan happily. He glanced at Ye Lan up and down, and said hesitantly: "Senior Brother Ye, are you okay?"
Seeing Ye Lan, his thoughts were drawn back to the noise he heard outside the house yesterday.
Combined with Brother Ye's walking posture just now...
He seemed to understand something in an instant.
I couldn't help but feel a little worried about Senior Brother Ye. With his small body, how could he bear it?
Ye Lan's face darkened, his eyes locked on Han Dun, and he couldn't help but ask coldly: "What do you mean?"
Han Dun shuddered all over and shook his head quickly: "No...it's nothing...I just saw you walking just now..."
Ye Lan glared at him fiercely: "I pressed my leg while sleeping yesterday, and it's numb!"
Han Dun made a zippering motion with his hands and said, "I know, I know. I also get a stiff neck when I sleep!"
Han Dun felt a little tired. He regretted agreeing to participate in this competition with his master. He was almost dying of dog food along the way.
He was not allowed to speak out and he really couldn't hold it in any longer.
For the sake of his own life, he set his sights on the old man behind Ye Lan.
"Brother, why did you bring the referee with you for a competition?"
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