Chapter 199
He Yiran looked at Ye Lan opposite him with determination, and waved his hands.
The spiritual herbs used to refine the ninth-level elixir flew into the alchemy furnace in order.
Ye Lan watched his alchemy steps intently, and observed carefully in his heart.
The people around didn't even notice what Ye Lan was doing, they all started their own alchemy steps.
Ye Lan watched He Yiran's movements without blinking. The two incense sticks in the front had already burned halfway.
The two old men above were observing the people below, and the white-haired old man had been staring at Ye Lan in the corner from the beginning.
He looked at Ye Lan with a burning gaze, while the old man beside him looked suspiciously in his direction and said doubtfully, "That's the kid from Xiaoyao Sect who refined the first-class elixir that day. Huh? Why hasn't he moved yet? It's already been a whole stick of incense."
The white-haired old man stroked his beard, pointed in the direction Ye Lan was looking, and said to the old man beside him.
"Look carefully, what is he doing?"
Hearing the voice, the old man looked in the direction the white-haired old man pointed.
When he saw this, he cried out in surprise.
"Hey, he's looking at that brat He Yiran?" The old man frowned and continued, "What can you tell just by looking? That brat is the same. He can't even refine an eighth-level pill, yet he wants to skip ahead and refine a ninth-level pill. What a pipe dream!"
The white-haired old man didn't take it seriously. Seeing that his enlightenment was fruitless, he stopped talking and let the old man next to him continue muttering.
"I think this brat has been spoiled by those old guys! He always wants to take shortcuts. He failed to refine the ninth-level pill. Even if it's a semi-finished product, I'm afraid he can gain a considerable position in this ranking."
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He Yiran, who was being discussed by the two, was still continuously practicing hand gestures. It was obvious that refining the ninth-level elixir was still very difficult for him at this moment.
Just by making hand gestures and using spiritual fire to activate the spiritual herbs in the alchemy furnace, he felt helpless.
He gritted his teeth, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead and kept sliding down his cheeks.
He just didn't believe that he couldn't refine this ninth-level elixir!
in spite of!
Even if it is a useless pill, he will grit his teeth and try hard!
There’s still time anyway!
Thinking of this, He Yiran stomped his feet and sped up the speed of his hand gestures.
He never imagined that Ye Lan was secretly learning his alchemy steps and recipes.
The incense had gradually burned through one and a half sticks, and many people present had already finished refining their elixirs.
Waves of elixir fragrance floated above the competition, causing the old man on the stage to stroke his beard with satisfaction and laugh heartily.
"There are quite a few good talents this year..."
"We have also sent out many people from our sect, and this time we will surely shock the world."
The old man looked at the disciples of his own sect and thought to himself that they would definitely be able to take several places in the top ten of the sect competition this time, and he was overjoyed.
As soon as he said this, the white-haired old man who was resting with his eyes closed next to him slowly opened his eyes.
However, when he opened his eyes, he did not look at the group of people the old man beside him was talking about. He was still looking at Ye Lan.
At this sight, his calm expression changed.
I saw that Ye Lan, who had been motionless in the corner for a long time, had started to move.
Ye Lan took out his Medicine God Cauldron from his Qiankun bag and placed it in front of him.
That random...
The white-haired old man on the stage looked pained.
Medicine God Cauldron!!!
It was just casually placed on the ground!!!
The old man next to the white-haired old man uttered a surprised cry, moved closer to the old man, and asked in a low voice: "What kind of alchemy furnace is this? Why does it look so shabby? No wonder, what kind of alchemy furnace can this small sect produce?"
White-haired old man: ...
He turned stiffly, looked at the old man with a look of disgust and said, "Diablo? Do you know what kind of alchemy furnace this is?"
"What alchemy furnace?" The old man couldn't help but quickly respond when he saw the white-haired old man finally spoke.
The white-haired old man finally showed an expression on his face, one that was full of disgust.
"That's the Medicine God Cauldron! It's the alchemy furnace that alchemists dream of!"
He spoke word by word, and after he finished speaking, he heard an exclamation in his ear.
"What! That's the Medicine God Cauldron! How could this Medicine God Cauldron be on this poor boy!"
The old man almost wanted to rush to the Medicine God Cauldron and grab it.
The white-haired old man covered his ears and moved to the side.
I'm too lazy to talk to this short-sighted person anymore.
He continued to watch Ye Lan refining the elixir in the corner with a painful look on his face.
The Medicine God Cauldron is not an ordinary alchemy furnace. It can only be used after obtaining the approval of the Medicine God Cauldron.
His eyes were full of inquiry, and he didn't understand what this young man in front of him was like, and why he was recognized by the Medicine God Cauldron.
Ye Lan was unaware of the conversation between the two old men on the stage. He was closing his eyes at the moment, and the steps that He Yiran had taken to refine the elixir emerged in his mind.
He sped up, preheated the alchemy furnace with spiritual fire, and then threw all the spiritual herbs into the Medicine God Cauldron.
White-haired old man: ...
What a waste! What a waste!!!!
Ye Lan's hands kept moving. This was indeed a ninth-level pill!
It was extremely difficult and awkward for him to refine.
Ye Lan's pill refining was not as smooth as usual.
Crackling.
If he was not careful, the spiritual herbs Ye Lan threw in would be burned to ashes.
Ye Lan frowned. He didn't quite understand what went wrong.
In the past, the furnace would explode immediately, but he had never encountered the situation that happened this time.
He fell into deep thought.
Could it be that the firepower is too strong?
Or was it the wrong order of placing the herbs? Was it the wrong timing?
Ye Lan thought about it, then opened the furnace again and continued debugging.
Put it in.
Burned to ashes.
Release it again!
Burn again!
It keeps burning!
Ye Lan also became stubborn and started to argue with this ninth-level pill formula.
He didn't know how He Yiran managed not to burn the spiritual herbs, so he could only try them one by one.
As time passed, everyone present had finished refining their pills, and most of them had already sent their pills to the stage for scoring.
Gradually, only He Yiran and Ye Lan were left on the field.
He Yiran pinched his hands.
The lid of the alchemy furnace was pushed open, and a black pill with golden patterns on it floated into his hand.
He Yiran sighed. This pill had no unusual effects and its fragrance was not strong.
It looks like it's just a useless pill.
When he thought of this, He Yiran felt a little dejected.
He couldn't help but look towards Ye Lan in the corner. Only then did he realize that the spiritual herbs Ye Lan used were exactly the same as his!
Could it be that he is also planning to refine a ninth-level elixir?
[I'm holding a cow in my arms. She twists and turns as I type a word. I'm sorry, my dears, I'm late o(╥﹏╥)o]
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