"It turns out that I'm clumsy, Master Tongkui, it's better to have your vision." Patriarch Wen seemed to be still immersed in shock, and said in a whisper.

"Hehe, the Wen patriarch has won the award, and I was also surprised." Tong Kui looked at the slender but impossible to ignore figure, as if he could see another figure in the depths of his memory through the past, and he couldn't help but shake his head self-deprecatingly and shook off this strange thought.

Many people began to inquire about the origin and identity of the night pupil, and in the midst of this noisy discussion, the results of the first alchemy competition came out.

The first is naturally the night pupil, the number is simply terrifying, it has reached four digits, and the emperor-level elixir has become like a cabbage on the stall in her hands.

The second is Yan Lenglu of Danqing Heavenly Palace, and the number of pills refined has also reached a high triple-digit, and the third is Yan Xiao'er of the Burning Yan Clan, interestingly, the number of pills she refines is only two pieces behind Yan Lenglu.

This made Yan Xiao'er unwilling and proud, and she kept chattering in Yan Lenglu's ear.

Next, the second session of the alchemy competition began.

This comparison is the quality of the pill, that is, refining the same pill, to see who refines the pill that produces more pills.

It seems to be simpler than the last one, but it is a test of the alchemist's alchemy ability.

Many alchemists suffered a blow and lost confidence, so they gave up this second game, and when the final competition began, there were only more than 20 alchemists left on the field.

It's still the same alchemy furnace and storage bag, but this time it's a supreme-level promotion pill to be refined.

The difficulty of refining can be said to have taken a leap forward.

At present, the alchemists who dare to stay all have some skills, so no one quits anymore.

Night Hitomi took out the only one of the medicinal materials in the storage bag and threw them all into the alchemy furnace, but this time no one dared to question her again.

The eyes of the audience were scattered in the two corners of the stage, and no one opened their mouths to speculate on the results of the competition, just watched quietly.

Night Pupil's mind sank into the alchemy furnace again, and just like the previous one, several formations were placed in the furnace, each dissolving different medicinal herbs and mixing them in turn.

Every step is under the extremely precise control of the night pupil, and at the same time, the operation of the exercises injects more abundant aura into it.

Everything seemed so smooth and perfect.

But when the night pupil mixed with the last remaining herb, she stopped, because the herb did not appear in the pill she knew.

Her Dan recipes were all left to her by her mother, and she didn't know if this herb was a trap deliberately set by this competition or if someone else's Dan recipe was different from hers.

After a little sensing and analysis by the night pupil, she still chose to believe in the pill left to her by her mother, discarded the herb, and then continued her refining.

It didn't take long for many people to go wrong in the alchemy process, so they lost their qualifications to compete and left the arena one after another.

The risk of refining this elixir in the blast furnace was notoriously high, and nearly half of the people were eliminated in a short period of time, and only eleven people successfully entered the final stage of alchemy.

Once you get to this stage, the risk is greatly reduced.

There are even wisps of danxiang wafting out from many alchemy furnaces, diffusing to the high platform, which makes people feel comfortable all over.

Outside Yan Lenglu and Yan Xiao'er's Dan furnace, white smoke like fairy qi rose.