Chapter 962: Perfect

Even the referee stood by the side in a daze, without a reaction. Is Qin Ming going to directly use this pot of medicine to participate in this competition?

Now three hours have passed and two quarters of an hour have passed, and it is completely possible to refine two more pots of medicine!

Could it be that Qin Ming just used the talented supernatural powers to speed up the alchemy, and now he has no ability to use the talented supernatural powers anymore, knowing that he cannot refine the pill in the remaining time, so he just gave up?

It is possible!

Even the referee thought he had figured out the key, and walked to Qin Mingdan's furnace.

The disciples of the Wu Shenzong all watched attentively.

The stone pill furnace was opened, and there was no fragrance coming out of it, and there was no smog, it seemed that there was nothing inside.

With his eyes wide open, Ju Jun stared at Qin Ming's pill furnace. When there was no other makeup inside, he was taken aback for a while, and then he burst into laughter.

"There is no fragrance. You have refined all the Lingzhi, right?"

"It's no wonder that such a big fire, crude alchemy methods, and elixir refining are normal. Young people are still humble and learn more from the older generation!"

Ju Jun also wanted to say something ironic about Qin Ming, and wanted to teach this ignorant boy, but suddenly he saw that the referee's eyes widened and he looked unbelievable, as if he had seen something shocking and terrifying, he stopped the reprimand.

Even the disciples under the stage saw the appearance of the referee, and they were all curious.

Even the referee is Wu Sheng’s cultivation base and Dan Sheng. He has a wide range of knowledge and is usually not happy or angry. What did he see that surprised him so much?

On the martial arts stage, even the referee raised his head and stared at Qin Ming carefully. It took a long time to take out the pills from the pill furnace and put them in his palms.

"one two Three……"

Without taking one out, the people present followed the count, because the distance was long, the pill was not large, and even the referee was obscured, so they couldn't really see it.

But counting to five, everyone feels incredible. When the count reaches six, the whole is quieter than the test field, but when it counts to ten, it is even more audible.

Even the referee kept taking ten times and put all these pills in a delicate jade bottle.

Jujun was standing on the martial arts stage, and everyone in the audience didn't see it, but he could see it clearly.

Even the referee took out ten perfect-grade Nine-Rank Mochizuki Pills. He frowned, his thoughts flying in his heart.

When the first perfect Mochizuki pill was taken out, Jujun felt that this pill was definitely not refined by Qin Ming, he must have cheated.

But before he could reveal it, even the referee continued to produce ten perfect Mochizuki pills.

But how is this possible, isn't it possible that a spiritual plant that refines Mochizuki Pill can only produce five Mochizuki Pills at most?

Moreover, all the pills are of perfect quality, what the **** is this?

Even if it is a gradeless pill, no alchemy master can refine it perfectly!

The so-called perfection refers to the theoretically most refined pill, all of which are of perfect quality.

There has never been an alchemist who can refine perfection. This is just a dream that alchemists can't achieve. Usually, they will only joke about perfection, because this is only feasible in theory, but it is impossible in practice.

In Qin Ming's pill furnace, there were actually ten Mochizuki Pills, which was more than twice as perfect.

With a perfect nine-tier pill, Jujun suspected that Qin Ming had cheated, but no evidence was found.

But the ten perfect pills, although he still didn't know how Qin Ming put the pills in, no one would believe that these ten perfect moon pills were all just refined by him.

No one will believe it!