Leng Mingfeng also mocked: "Ziqing is an alchemy genius, this cultivator has already refined a medium-grade pill, you weak chicken, don't hurt everyone when you fry the furnace." ”

Mu Yunxi looked at them disdainfully: "Okay, if you finish speaking, you can start or not, if you don't start, I will feel that you are afraid." ”

"Then let's get started, a stick of incense. Fu Ziqing had already taken out his purple gold furnace and started to prepare medicinal materials.

Mu Yunxi took out a thousand spirit pen and drew a furnace tripod, and also began to prepare medicinal materials, the people next to him were shocked, why Mu Yunxi could draw a furnace tripod, this is also amazing.

Usually those alchemists have to buy furnace tripods, but Mu Yunxi actually drew a furnace tripod, can the painted furnace be used? Is there any difference between it and other furnace tripods?

Fu Ziqing began to put the medicinal materials into the furnace to refine, worthy of a person with alchemy talent, her flame was very pure, and the fire was well controlled, and soon saw a wisp of green smoke rising, and also heard the impact of the pill in the furnace.

Mu Yunxi over there hesitated, and also put the medicinal herbs in the furnace, everyone was even more surprised when they saw her flame, Mu Yunxi's flame was actually purer than Fu Ziqing, and the fire was also well controlled.

Leng Mingfeng and a few of them all knew the doorway, and they were secretly surprised, Mu Yunxi's cultivation was not low, and there was such a good flame, I don't know which person from the spiritual academy it was, fortunately, she only learned the alchemy a few days ago, otherwise how could Ziqing be able to defeat it?

After a while, Fu Ziqing finished first, untied the furnace, and there were bursts of medicinal incense, she neatly used a porcelain bottle to fill the elixir, and all the movements flowed, as if performing, and everyone applauded.

Fu Ziqing's face was filled with a proud smile, with a victorious attitude, very arrogant.

Everyone looked at Mu Yunxi again, why did he work hard for a while, Mu Yunxi didn't seem to be able to do it, his face was white, he was sweating profusely, and he seemed to be very struggling, and the flame seemed to be a little unstable.

The boy in brocade said happily: "Village girl, are you not good, if you can't do it, admit defeat, don't linger here." ”

Leng Mingfeng also mocked: "That's right, how can you compare to Ziqing, you are just a village girl, remember to drill our crotch later." ”

Fu Ziqing said triumphantly: "It's not okay to look at her like this, this trembling is so great, I'm afraid I'm going to blow up the stove later." ”

Leng Chao, who was hiding from the sidelines and watching, also agreed with Fu Ziqing's point of view, in a situation like this, it is indeed easy to blow up the stove, what's going on with this ugly monster, it was fine yesterday, could it be that I was too tired from training yesterday and affected my performance?

No, this ugly monster has the spring water of the Holy Spirit Spring, and he can recover his strength by soaking it, this guy shouldn't be too nervous and play abnormally.

Thinking that Mu Yunxi was going to drill his crotch while waiting, Leng Chao felt very unhappy, he was the most protective person, and when his subordinates made mistakes, he could only teach him a lesson, and he couldn't allow others to teach his subordinates.

He and Mu Yunxi were-for-tat, but in his heart, Mu Yunxi was on his side, how could he be bullied by these ants with extremely low cultivation?

He inexplicably felt worried, waiting for Mu Yunxi to lose, what should he do? Or do he turn around and chop these guys to avenge that ugly monster?

At this moment, with a "boom", Mu Yunxi really fried the stove, but there was a quiet medicinal fragrance, which made people feel very comfortable when they smelled it.

Everyone was very curious about what kind of pill Mu Yunxi refined, and why was the medicinal fragrance so strong? But Mu Yunxi fried the stove, and the pill may not exist, which is really a pity.