In fact, Luo Qing himself was also very shocked at the moment.

The success rate of his alchemy is usually about four or five percent, and he is rarely able to refine the lower grade pills, which are generally fake, and this mid-grade pill has never succeeded once, and today I don't know why his luck is so good.

But he was surprised and surprised, and on the surface, he still had to show an indifferent look, smiling and scanning everyone, as if to say, you praise me, praise me!

"It is worthy of being a disciple taught by Master Hanyuan, it is really better than the blue!"

"Even if it is inseparable from Master Hanyuan's teachings, it is also our Luo Qing's talent, if you change to a fool, even if it is a ninth-order alchemist, it will be useless to teach!"

"This is true, Luo Qing's talent in alchemy is indeed outstanding. ”

......

"Not bad, not bad!"

Lu Hanyuan stretched out his hand to stroke his snow-white beard, nodded with a smile, and his face was full of satisfaction.

The chance of refining a medium-grade pill by himself would not exceed two percent, and most of them were low-grade pills.

This disciple of his own was able to refine the Zhongpin Huanyuan Dan in such a short period of time, and in front of so many people, he really fought for face for his master!

......

However, there was one person in the audience with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and that was Han Feng.

Zhongpin pills, if this is placed in his place, it is estimated that it will be thrown away as garbage.

There is no way, Han Feng's previous life was used to refine pills one furnace at a time, and they were basically the best pills, and the top-grade pills were rarely seen.

Moreover, his requirements for his three disciples are also very strict, and he must not refine the quality below the top grade, otherwise he will be ready to close the death pass for a year!

Han Feng's third disciple was named Fan Yi, and he was the only one of his alchemists.

Thinking of this stinky boy, Han Feng couldn't help but want to laugh, Fan Yi's background was an orphan, and he happened to meet Han Feng when he traveled again.

At that time, Fan Yi was only seven years old, wearing shabby clothes, huddled in an alley at night, and didn't know what he was doing.

......

"What are you burning?"

"Damn! Surprise me! This uncle, when did you come?"

"I just came here, and I'm curious about what you're burning?"

"You say this, this is what I usually do when I'm idle, and it's specially used to fascinate spirit beasts, in order to fill my stomach, hehe!"

"Oh, can you still poison spirit beasts with just your pot?"

"That's not it! My exclusive secret **, where the god realm spirit beast touched the paralysis of the limbs, the demigod realm spirit beast touched the can't walk, and the pseudo god realm spirit beast touched the half-body! Uncle, can you try it?"

"Damn, stinky boy, I haven't said yes yet! You're just throwing it on me!

"Wow, uncle, how are you all right?"

"Boy, did you come up with this thing yourself?"

"Yes, uncle, you haven't told me why you're okay?"

"In this way, you are my disciple, how about I don't care about what happened just now?"

"Do you want to eat and live?"

"Tube. ”

"Deal!"

“......”

......

Han Feng has a total of five disciples, Fan Yi is the most open with him, not as restrained as other disciples in front of him, and even likes to fight against him many times, of course, the final outcome is also very miserable......

Now that I think about it, among the five disciples, Han Feng still prefers Fan Yi, a stinky boy.

I remember that once, Han Feng was annoyed by Fan Yi again and asked Fan Yi a question.

"You stinky boy, haven't you been punished enough?

"Hey, hey, it's mainly because you're sick of your stinky face all day long, master!"

......

Now that I think about it, this stinky boy who used to make trouble with himself is now more than a thousand years old, and I guess I don't know him anymore.

Thinking of this, Han Feng's face darkened slightly, and he didn't know what happened to his four disciples, but with Lingxuan, the second senior sister, protecting them, it should be fine, after all, the Ye family is an ancient family that has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and it has a profound heritage, even the ancient temple does not dare to underestimate it.

......

"Master Han, what are you thinking?"

A voice beside him pulled Han Feng out of his memory.

He came back to his senses, looked at Lu Hanyuan on the side and smiled faintly, and said, "It's nothing, just think of some old people." ”

"That's ......"

The corners of Lu Hanyuan's eyes twitched, and he responded, but he was a little secretly slanderous in his heart.

What can a fifteen-year-old kid have?

Of course, Lu Hanyuan would definitely not say this, he could only think about it in his heart.

......

"Next, please ask the No. 19 and No. 20 players to compete on stage. ”

As the referee's words fell, a young man jumped into the ring.

On the other hand, Han Feng fell asleep leaning on the table because he was bored watching the game.

"Master Han, it's your turn!"

Lu Hanyuan poked Han Feng with his arm a little embarrassed.

The latter opened his sleepy-eyed eyes, and then slowly walked to the ring step by step with a worried face.

The scene was silent, and everyone looked at Han Feng a little speechless.

So many people are staring at you!

However, Han Feng didn't care about what others thought in their hearts, and still maintained that slow pace.

......

The young man looked at Han Feng who slowly walked into the ring with disdain, and mocked: "Boy, your way of appearing is really unique!"

"Thank you!"

Han Feng smiled faintly at the former, like a spring breeze.

The young man was so angry that his teeth itched, and he only felt that he was so aggrieved that he hit the cotton with a fist, I was mocking you, can't you hear it?!

The corners of the referee's mouth twitched slightly, and then announced the start of the competition.

The content of the competition is to refine a second-order Soul Gathering Pill, which is also a relatively common elixir, and the difficulty is not very great.

In order not to be too eye-catching, Han Feng could only try his best to slow down his speed, and even did not hesitate to use some very brainless alchemy methods.

However, even so, Han Feng still easily won the competition, and in the end, it took half an hour to refine a low-grade elixir.

......

However, this made Luo Qing, who was not far away, feel a trace of disdain in his heart.

"Master, I don't think this Han Gongzi is as powerful as you say!"

To be honest, even he was a little jealous of his master's praise of Han Feng just now, but now that he saw that Han Feng's strength was nothing more than that, he felt much more comfortable in his heart.

However, Lu Hanyuan on the side did not reply to Luo Qing's words.

He looked at Han Feng on the stage with a calm face with some doubts, and shook his head in confusion.

Twenty-ninth order spiritual power, Han Feng is already close to a fourth-order alchemist, reasoning shouldn't be only at this level.

He couldn't figure it out, but he couldn't imagine that Han Feng was deliberate.