"Didn't she want to blow up the furnace? Why didn't it blow up?" Qin You, the city lord of Cloud City, didn't know why, and was very concerned about Wen Mo. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It looks like it's under control. "The head of the Cloud City Alchemist Guild, Shui'an Qingdao.

"It turns out that the fryer can also be controlled. I hadn't heard of it before. Qin Youdao.

Shui Anqing replied: "The main thing is that there is no fryer yet, or it is not too serious inside, so you can control the surging aura through some means." ”

……

With Xiao Ling'er's help, Wen Mo quickly absorbed the aura.

To refine the Three-Turn Soul Restoration Pill, you only need to wait for the fire to arrive before you can collect the Pill.

Bang!

There was another loud bang, and someone blew up the furnace again, shaking the enchantments of other martial arts platforms.

Wen Mo glanced at it, it was a girl from Channel Six.

After the alchemy furnace exploded, the girl almost cried.

The remaining time was simply not enough to refine another furnace of elixir.

Wen Mo withdrew his separated divine consciousness and devoted himself to his alchemy furnace.

The aura in the alchemy furnace tends to be stable, and all the medicinal liquids are under the control of Wen Mo's divine sense, like plasticine in his hands, how he wants to change. Wen Mo estimated the time, and it would be about tomorrow morning.

With a plan in mind, Wen Mo's movements became unhurried, slowly observing the changes in his fire.

Time was much faster than the speed of flowing water, and Wen Mo only glanced at the fire a few times, and night fell.

Outside the arena, the stars are dense, and inside it is as bright as day, making it difficult to detect the change of time.

Gollum~Gollum~

The sudden sound woke up the drowsy crowd suddenly.

"It's the son of the Han family who is going to become a Dan!"

"It's worthy of being the son of the Han family! Look at this momentum, the pill is not simple!"

"I heard that the son of the Han family has been practicing for a long time for this competition! I guess what he is refining must be a three-grade elixir!"

"I guess so. In the past few years, the top few refiners in the alchemy festival have all been three-grade pills. ”

……

It is Han Qianxuan, the son of the Han family, who wants to become Dan.

Han Qianxuan is the one with the best alchemy talent in the Han family's generation, and the Han family spares no effort and spends a lot of resources when cultivating.

To train an alchemist, it takes a lot of materials to spend on medicinal materials, especially those precious pills, which not only need funds to buy pills, but also precious medicinal materials, if you want to increase the success rate, you need to contact more, and it will be wasted.

Not everyone is as lucky as Wimmer to have a place to simulate.

Han Qianxuan is an alchemist who has accumulated real medicinal material resources.

Gollum!

The sound of boiling water bubbling.

Wen Mo controlled his alchemy furnace to prevent the furnace from being influenced by the outside world.

While exploring the past.

This is the first pill to be released so far.

There were also a few people in front of them who became pills, but they were refining low-grade pills, and when they came out of the pills, the movement was relatively small.

The temperature of the Falling Sky Tower was low at night, but there were bursts of fine sweat in Han Qianxuan's head.

His eyebrows were tightly twisted, and his expression was solemn.

The movements of his hands are fast, and the speed of the change is almost invisible to his hands.

"Seal!" he whispered, his hands formed a mudra, and the aura between his fingers intersected, forming a net to pounce on the alchemy furnace and merge into the alchemy furnace.

The lid of the alchemy furnace rumbled and trembled, and the pill inside hit the lid of the alchemy furnace as if it was about to come out urgently.

Han Qianxuan's hands were very steady, his face was serious, and his feet were slightly open, stabilizing the next plate.

I saw him cross his hands, his ten fingers clasped behind his back, his arms rotated out, and apart, and a green aura rushed out, wrapping the alchemy furnace.

The movement of the alchemy furnace was even greater, the flames were beating, the lid was beating, and the table was shaking.

As the green aura completely enveloped the alchemy furnace, Han Qianxuan shouted, "Suck!"

"He's here!" Shui Anqing, the leader of the Cloud City Alchemist Guild, suddenly couldn't sit still.

"What's wrong?" Qin You, the city lord of Cloud City, looked at Shui'an Qing suspiciously.

Shui Anqing's expression changed many times, some doubts, some solemnity, and some regrets, and finally said: "The elixir refined by the Han family kid is afraid that it is extraordinary. ”

"How?"

"City Lord, look at it, is the spiritual power around you rapidly gathering together?" said the waterfront Qingdao.

Qin You felt it for a moment and nodded, "That's true." ”

"The elixir refined by the Han family kid will definitely absorb a large amount of aura, and the elixir that absorbs a large amount of aura is usually more than three grades, and the effect is extraordinary. Mizu'anqing explained.

But what he didn't say was that a large amount of aura moved closer to Han Qianxuan's position, not to mention, would it affect others if he finished absorbing the aura.

Let's just say that he gathered the aura over, and if other alchemists couldn't control it in time, the possibility of the fryer would increase by more than five layers.

That's why he felt sorry.

Because it was foreseeable that most of the alchemists present were going to fail.

Now there are only less than ten hours before the end of the game, and it is too late to refine a furnace again, once the furnace is fried, at most it can only refine a furnace of low-grade elixir, then the possibility of being eliminated is great.

The aura gathered from all around the arena, and all the spectators were awake.

Without the aura around them, they can't cultivate, and they can't do it if they don't wake up.

In addition, with such a big momentum, if you look at it carefully, you may be able to break through.

There was a loud bang, and one of the contestants was eliminated.

The corners of Han Qianxuan's mouth were slightly hooked. This was something he had predicted.

He used the handprint of the word quotation technique, on the one hand, in order to be able to increase the chance of Cheng Dan and improve the grade of Cheng Dan.

On the other hand, it's just to interfere with others.

The competition of the Alchemy Festival is a big stage, but there are only a few people who can stand in the center of the stage, and if he wants to be the middle person, he has to find a way to eliminate others from the game.

He disdained the use of shady means, but the handprints of the word quotation were not among them.

If his opponent is strong enough, he will not be affected, and if the opponent is too inferior, elimination is certain.

He just wants to compete with an alchemist who can compete with him!

There was a loud bang, the barrier shook, and another furnace of elixir was wasted.

Wen Mo raised his eyebrows, this person definitely did it on purpose!

Reiki thought that Han Qianxuan gathered, and the closer he got to him, the stronger the spiritual power, and the greater the impact.

The people around him rumbled and quickly exploded the oven.

Han Qianxuan seemed to be unaffected, calmly controlling the aura to enter his enchantment and pour into the alchemy furnace.

After the surrounding alchemy furnaces exploded, the spiritual energy in the Dan furnace surged around Han Qianxuan, adding bricks and tiles to his elixir.

None of the people present were fools, and when they saw this situation, they didn't understand anything.

Especially if there are contestants in the family, they scold in their stomachs one by one, but they dare not scold.

The Han family is the first family in Cloud City, where do they dare to scold? Scolding in their stomachs, they also have to pay attention to their expressions in order not to be stared at.