The principal on the side sighed heavily.

An Lao was also a generation of Tianjiao.

As Wu Mo said, An Lao's previous level was indeed a mid-grade saint-level, and he was about to break through the top-grade saint-level.

You must know that there are only a few saint-level mid-grade alchemists on the surface of the Yuanchuan Continent? Not to mention that the level of the elderly is almost reaching the top grade.

At that time, he was really respected and admired by thousands of people.

However, no one expected that when he went to participate in the assessment of the saint-level high-grade Danshi, there was an accident.

An Lao, who had already refined the high-grade pill many times and had already been confident about the assessment, actually blew up the furnace when the final pill was about to be refined!

That assessment naturally ended in failure, and everyone only thought that it was caused by An Lao's mistake, including An Lao himself.

But no one expected that since that assessment, An Lao would no longer be able to refine the top-grade pills, and even with the passage of time, the middle-grade and even lower-grade saint-grade pills, An Lao would not be able to refine them!

When people are in high places, they are used to having no shortage of friends and confidants, but once they fall from a high place, people's hearts are slowly revealed.

Those dignitaries who had made alchemy requests and were rejected by An Lao, or their peers who had always been jealous of An Lao, began to fall into the ground.

For a while, rumors were everywhere, and the statement of the elderly can be said to have plummeted.

Only An Lao's old friend, the principal of Jintangge, lent a helping hand to An Lao when he was isolated, and hired him to become the connoisseur of the auction, and since then, An Lao has gradually faded out of people's sight.

Hearing An Lao's words, Wu Mo spoke: "Is Mr. insensitive to smell?" ”

"Yes." An Lao nodded.

At the beginning, the Danshi assessment blew up the furnace, and after the assessment, he has been lingering, after all, he has long been familiar with the operation steps, and it stands to reason that there should be no mistakes, so after the assessment, he took the pill that was blown into powder back to study, and it turned out that he misplaced one of the medicinal materials in the alchemy process!

The herb was so similar to the one he had misplaced, that there was almost no difference in appearance alone, only by the smell.

He didn't distinguish clearly at that time, and the misplaced medicinal materials caused the medicinal properties to collide, and finally exploded in the furnace!

An Lao sighed: "At first, it was okay, but the extremely similar medicinal smell could not be distinguished, but then it became more and more serious, and now almost no herbs can be smelled." ”

Wu Mo frowned slightly.

As an alchemist, she naturally knew how important the sense of smell was to them.

The inability to identify the herbs is not the key, after all, this step allows the medicine disciple to prepare the required herbs in advance.

However, in the process of alchemy, the alchemist must decide when to put the next herb according to the smell of the medicine in the furnace.

The timing of the release of herbs is particularly critical, sometimes this point is missed, the medicinal properties may be lost, then everything will fall short, and the elixir will naturally fail to be refined.

An Lao now has a loss of sense of smell, and he can still refine a spirit-level elixir, which shows the high talent of his alchemy, and it is indeed extremely regrettable that he is in such a situation now.

Wu Mo was silent for a moment, and then said, "Mr. stretch out your wrist, I'll take your pulse." ”

An Lao was stunned, but he didn't expect Wu Mo to suddenly make such a request, but his hand was very obedient and stretched out in front of Wu Mo, "Does the little doll still know how to heal?" ”

(End of chapter)