With a long exhale, Ying Jifeng slowly lifted the Jizan needle, looked at the long sword in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction.

This time, when he was inscribed with Ling, his spirit was unprecedentedly concentrated, and he joined hands with Zhiling to successfully engrave the spirit pattern, which was unimaginable to him.

He had a faint feeling that if he hadn't suddenly met Lin Feng, an unexpected opponent, and lost in the first round of the competition, it would have been difficult for him to play in such a good state.

It is precisely because of the breath of unyielding in my heart that I can stimulate my potential and reach or even exceed my best state.

A smile overflowed from the corner of Ying Chengfeng's mouth, and suddenly, his smile froze, because just as he had completed all this and his spiritual mind came out of that completely isolated realm, he suddenly sensed several hot gazes staring at him.

Raising his head, looking around, Ying Chengfeng's brows furrowed slightly.

The few Spirit Master Talents around him were looking at him with surprise and jealousy, and several of them had a fierce killing intent in their eyes. If it weren't for this environment, Ying Chengfeng estimated that they would even have the possibility of a secret killer. With a cold snort, Ying Chengfeng was about to glare back, but found that even Wu Lao's eyes had a faint strangeness.

He didn't dare to make a mistake for a while, but he became more and more puzzled in his heart, could there be something wrong with him.

In fact, when he was inscribed with the spirit pattern before, although he also achieved the point of fitting his body and completing it in one go. But compared to the chaotic realm that was exerted at the super level just now, it was very different.

Under the stimulation of Lin Kai, the spiritual idea and wisdom of Ying Chengfeng were truly perfectly combined, and the sense of harmony generated at the time of inscription was greatly affected even by the people around him.

Especially after the immortals close to him saw this scene, they even stopped the inscription in their hands in horror, and only after Win Chengfeng finished it, did they start to continue to work hard.

It's just that at this time, their mentality has been subtly affected, and it is unknown how much strength they can still exert themselves.

With a slight roll of his eyes, Ying Chengfeng withdrew his gaze and looked around indifferently.

Although he was the last to do it, he was the first to finish the inscription, so he had plenty of time to observe the movements of the others.

However, at the moment when he withdrew his gaze, Lin Feng's eyes burst out with a strong unwilling fighting spirit.

The unity of heaven and man turned out to be the art of the unity of heaven and man.

This Mingling Harvest alone was enough to overwhelm him. However, the art of the Ming Spirit does not mean who is stronger in the spirit infusion, and it is necessary to wait for the final result of the spirit infusion.

The blood in Lin Feng's chalk gradually boiled, and it was simply providential to be able to meet such an opponent here.

He can't afford to live up to this opportunity and must win the final victory in the competition.

Gathering his mind, the Ming Spirit Needle in his hand flashed with even brighter lightning.

Win Chengfeng looked around, and finally focused his attention on the Dan masters who baked the medicinal herbs. The process of the foundry is basically similar, selecting the appropriate spirit embryo, inscribed with a spirit pattern on it, and finally filling the spirit. Although there will be countless changes because of the inconsistency of the spirit pattern and the attributes of the spirit sealing stone, there will be no mistakes in the overall process.

Ying Chengfeng is already quite familiar with all this, so the interest is not too great.

Although the spirit pattern engraved by each spirit master talent has its own uniqueness, since he has not watched the whole process, he naturally cannot grasp the essence of it.

After a cursory look, Ying Chengfeng's attention was immediately attracted by the Dan masters.

The actions of the Dan masters had a great difference with the casters, they did not have the spirit needle on their bodies, but took out an object like a round pot and put the selected medicinal materials in the pot. Then, they fed their true qi into the pot, and the round pot suddenly turned red.

Perhaps it was because more than 20 people were baking medicines, so the whole hall was filled with a strange medicinal fragrance, and the aroma went straight to the end of the nose, which actually made people have a strange feeling of being extremely invigorated.

Win Chengfeng twitched his nose twice, and he watched it all with great interest. Danshi, like the caster, is a branch of the spirit master. However, what they are good at is refining pills, and the health pills that they swallow are refined by the Dan masters. However, the spirit master talents who came here now are not ordinary warriors, so it is naturally impossible to refine the most ordinary elixir like the health pill.

Although the pills they selected were different, they were all division-level pills without exception.

This elixir is extremely precious, and its value is by no means comparable to that of a scholar-grade elixir. There is a difference between the elixir and the spiritual weapon, so if this low-level elixir does not seek quality, it can be refined in batches, especially the basic elixir in the Si Yang Dan, it is not uncommon to refine thousands of pills in one furnace.

However, there are no high-level pills, especially division-level pills, and the number of pills that become pills at a time almost never exceeds: the higher the level of the ten porridge pills, the more difficult it is to refine, and there are extremely high requirements for the understanding of the nature of the cat and the control of the fire.

If it was a sealed situation, a Dan Master of this level might be able to refine a large number of Master-grade Pills, but they were obviously not able to.

Therefore, the amount of medicinal herbs in the pan in their hands is not much.

After a while, Ying Chengfeng set his eyes on Wang Junpeng. This fellow brother turned out to be a Dan Master as well, and he selected a total of six medicinal herbs, four of which were obviously vegetation creatures, while the other two were the internal organs of some kind of animal.

At this time, Wang Junpeng had already finished baking one of the plant medicinal materials, and the medicinal herbs, which were originally as hard as iron, had nearly doubled, and he carefully took them off and placed them on the jade plate beside him. Then, he picked up another herb and put it in the pan.

When the herbs were just put in, the bottom of the pan suddenly lit up, and the fiery red light flowed like countless small snakes, they slowly converged, coiled around the herbs, and finally completely wrapped them, forming a huge fire cocoon.

It was the first time for Ying Chengfeng to see the spirit master's alchemy, his eyebrows raised slightly, feeling the powerful spiritual power released from the frying pan, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked in his heart.

According to Zhiling's analysis, the temperature of this flame is not low, if an ordinary plant is wrapped in it, it will be incinerated into a ball of powder.

However, at this time, the medicinal herbs that were surrounded by the slightest flame light did not show the slightest sign of incineration, and through the gaps in the flame light, it could be clearly seen that these medicinal materials seemed to be absorbing some of the energy in the flames, thus slowly expanding up.

Ying Chengfeng's heart was amazed, he had seen many objects swell because they had been soaked in liquid. However, it was the first time he had encountered a plant that could swell after being surrounded and burned by flames.

This thing is not steel, how can it be so resistant to burning.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Junpeng let out a long breath. A smile appeared on his face.

The division-level pill he had chosen was not complicated, it was the easiest pill of the same rank to refine, and it was also the qi replenishing pill with the largest consumption.

In the Instrument Dao Sect, he had successfully refined this pill many times, and he was occasionally able to refine it to a superior quality.

Although he also knew that the evaluation of refining this elixir in the assessment was extremely low. However, he didn't have the same ambition as Chengfeng and Lin Feng, as long as he could successfully pass the assessment and get the evaluation of the spirit master, it was enough, so he was at ease and roasted slowly.

However, at this moment, he felt a familiar gaze.

Looking up, Ying Chengfeng was staring at him with a smile.

Wang Junpeng was slightly stunned, nodded slightly at him, and said, "Brother Win, aren't you going to start?"

Ying Chengfeng smiled dumbly, and also said: "I have finished the inscription." ”

"...... the inscription is completed", Wang Junpeng opened his mouth and looked around.

In the entire hall, everyone was working hard, whether it was a Dan master or a foundry master, they didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

Even Lin Feng, the only one who could compete with Ying Chengfeng, was holding the Ming Spirit Needle, and engraved it on the shield with a solemn expression.

If there is anyone who seems to be more special, it is only Wu Lao and Ying Chengfeng, two leisurely people.

With a wry smile, Wang Junpeng said sincerely: "Brother Win, your speed is really fast." ”

At this time, he didn't know if Ying Chengfeng was the last person to make the inscription, and if he knew about it, he would definitely be even more surprised, and even shocked.

Ying Chengfeng smiled slightly and said, "Brother Wang doesn't have to pay attention to the little brother, please continue." ”

Wang Junpeng nodded hurriedly, he was not a winner, and he couldn't process all the medicinal materials in such a short time. So after a few perfunctory sentences, I once again devoted myself to baking the medicine.

Ying Chengfeng watched quietly from the side, and through his eyes and spiritual power, Zhiling also recorded the movements of these spirit masters.

Although Ying Chengfeng is now a caster, Ying Chengfeng feels that with the help of Zhiling, perhaps the spirit master is more suitable for him.

Slowly, someone completed the inscription one after another, but when they found out that someone had completed the inscription of the spirit weapon earlier, they couldn't help but show surprise.

The scope of this hall is huge, and there is a considerable distance between each person.

Win Chengfeng completed the inscription of the spirit pattern in one go, and only a few people around paid attention to it.

And when those people inscribed the spirit pattern, they were also engrossed, and naturally they had no way to detect this matter.

However, after seeing that the first person to complete the inscription turned out to be Ying Chengfeng, they were somewhat unconvinced.

Although Ying Chengfeng is gifted and is a rare spiritual master with evil energy, his true qi and age are not on the table, so he is naturally jealous and dissatisfied.

Ying Chengfeng didn't seem to know anything about this, he just smiled and looked ahead, remembering every move of these people.