Chapter 239 Something is wrong
Seventh-grade medicinal material - Blood Covered Green Mountains.
Eighth-grade medicinal material - flooding the world.
Seventh-grade medicinal herb - Thunderous Heavenly Ear.
The eighth-grade medicinal material - Yanlong Earth Root.
Gold, wood, water, earth, fire, light, darkness, ice, thunder, wind, space...all kinds of magic cores.
If you take out three or four of the various medicinal herbs and magic cores, you can make a seventh or eighth grade elemental pill.
But in the hands of this ordinary-looking young man, they were all thrown into the alchemy cauldron.
However, when the wisps of immortal energy floated out from his hands, the ordinary young man suddenly became extraordinary.
The aura emanating from him is the love of heaven and earth and the yearning of all things.
The medicinal herbs and magic cores surrounded by the immortal aura seemed to become obedient, and the airflow of the medicinal effects became very gentle and easy to control.
The young man seemed to be a natural alchemist created by heaven and earth.
Fortunately, Su Qingyun had already set up a formation around him in advance to conceal the aura of alchemy and absorb the power of heavenly thunder. Even the thunder caused by the eighth-grade intermediate elixir could not break through the formation.
Time passes little by little.
Everyone's attention shifted to the finals of the Dan Conference.
Two young men named Yunyan and Zhixuhui each held a cauldron and stood on two alchemy platforms respectively, controlling the temperature with their hands.
Although Yun Yan had many kinds of strange fire in his hands, such as the Fallen Heart Rock, the Sea Heart Rock, the Bone Spirit Cold Fire, the Golden Emperor Burning Sky Flame Fire, the Blue Lotus Earth Core Fire, etc., but he didn't dare to use only the Blue Lotus Earth Core Fire and the Fallen Heart Rock.
As for Zhi Xuhui, although he does not have many strange fires, he has several of extremely high grades, which can be said to be the top beast spirit fire second only to the strange fire. His alchemy skills and acumen are even more superb, not inferior to Yun Yan at all.
The pills that the two of them refined were all top-grade eighth-grade pills!
In the audience, Cao Ying, Dan Chen, and especially Xin Lan, were already shocked by Yun Yan. They thought Yun Yan was worse than Yun Qing, and the quality of the pills he usually made was slightly lower than Yun Qing.
Unexpectedly, Yunyan has come to the fore since the quarterfinals.
First, his alchemy skills were superhuman, and then a strange fire was born, shocking everyone, and he practiced from the seventh-grade intermediate elixir all the way to the eighth-grade high-grade elixir.
An eighth-grade alchemist of this age can already be called a genius in the Alchemy Realm in the past century, not to mention being at the peak of the eighth grade.
If he could really refine this Yunyan, I'm afraid that sooner or later he would be able to advance to the ninth-grade alchemist and become the number one in Danta in the future!
No wonder Yunqing didn't come to participate in the competition, and only Yunyan came.
It turns out that he has long known that he is inferior to others, so it would be better to let only Yunyan to participate!
Cao Ying and Dan Chen both thought so.
At the top of the alchemy conference, Xuan Yi, Xuan Kong Zi, and Tian Lei Zi stood at the top, watching the thunder rolling in the sky, and exclaimed:
"I really underestimated Yun Yan. Brother Chen really has a good disciple. He is now an eighth-grade high-level alchemist. His talent is far beyond what you and I had back then. In the next hundred years, he should be the leader of the younger generation of alchemists!"
"Speaking of which, where is Yun Qing? It's fine that he didn't come to the previous competition, but now that his junior brother has started the finals, he didn't show up to help. Could it be that this kid can't stand the blow from his junior brother's talent and dares not come?"
"No, something is wrong."
Xuan Yi, on the other hand, frowned as he looked at the rolling thunder. The two finalists' pill thunders now had seven or eight colors, which meant that the quality of the pills had reached a very high level.
Even above the clouds, dark thunder began to form.
That was the pill thunder that could only be formed by a ninth-grade precious pill.
"What's wrong?"
"There's something wrong with this Zhixuhui!"
(End of this chapter)
