The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

"Tsk——" Yao Ling couldn't control his emotions for a moment and sneered.

Realizing that he had made a mistake, he pinched his throat and laughed, "Do you think I look like a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?"

It's just a medicine spirit, not a storage bag. Where can I get her some pens, ink, paper and inkstone?

Ming Fan had an expression as if he had known this would happen, and calmly took out a table and a chair from the ring.

Then he took out some paper, pen and ink.

Yao Ling's mouth twitched. She already had it, so why would she ask it to do anything else?

Ming Fan said slowly, "I knew you were a waste, but I didn't expect you to be such a waste."

“%&*@#￥” Yao Ling held back her curse words and used silence to counter Ming Fan’s venomous tongue.

Ming Fan was too lazy to pay attention to it. He sat down, picked up the pen silently, looked at the densely packed images of medicinal plants on the wall, and sighed.

She felt like she was in prison, or like the ancient imperial examination, where once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back.

This medicine spirit's words are half true and half false, so you can't believe them all.

Looking around at the densely packed images of medicinal plants, Ming Fan began to make careful deductions.

Judging from the current number, she felt that the number of medicinal plants here might be the same as in other people's houses, or maybe slightly more than others. In any case, it should not be less.

As for the duration of the second level, no matter how she asked, Yao Ling insisted that it would be four days.

Ming Fan remained calm, but he already had a plan in mind.

Two days. She must leave here within two days.

This means that in the next two days, she will have to work non-stop to identify all the medicinal plants in the house.

The longer you delay, the lower your chances of winning.

Of course, these are just her guesses. If she is wrong in any of them, the only outcome will be failure.

Ming Fan sneered: "You'd better tell the truth."

Yao Ling inexplicably heard a tone of gnashing of teeth in her words and could not help but tremble. In the end, he simply pretended to be dead.

It was also afraid, afraid that Yi Mingfan would be so crazy that he would suddenly lose his mind or get tired of writing and would just blow up the house.

Ming Fan took a quick look at the wall and rubbed her brows. She had spent more than a month in the Wanyao Sect's library, reading a wide range of books.

She can name these herbs with her eyes closed.

Essentially, it’s not difficult, but writing…

I looked at the brush and the unground ink in my hand. It seemed that he was either blind or had a clumsy hand to write tens of thousands of words.

Ming Fan threw the pen aside and said to the air, "I'll just read it, you listen carefully."

Yao Ling was in a trance for a moment, wondering whether it was the controller or she, but after glancing at the colorful sack at Ming Fan's feet, Yao Ling tactfully shut her mouth.

"Okay."

Ming Fan simply read out the names one by one, and as her voice rose and fell, the images of the medicinal plants turned into points of light and dissipated.

At the same time, above Ming Fan's stone house, a halo kept flickering, and the numbers soared rapidly as if under a spell.

"This, this is impossible."

Not only the cultivators outside the Huiying Formation, but even the several pharmacists on the high platform were shocked and stood up involuntarily to look towards Ming Fan.

The normal process is that after the pharmacist has answered the questions, he will hand the filled paper to the medicine spirit. The medicine spirit will then check the image and the paper. Those who meet the requirements will be transferred to the next level, and her results will be mapped above the stone house for public display.

But now Ming Fan skipped the previous two steps and reached the last step.

No, more than that.

The scene cuts to Ming Fan, who opens and closes her mouth, and recites the names of the medicinal plants skillfully as if she were naming dishes.

The medicine spirit in the stone house diligently helped her record.

This……

Not only the pharmacists on the platform, but even Kong Zhu and Xiao Jiachen couldn't help but feel curious.

How did she make the taciturn medicine spirit so obedient to her?

A new round of gambling began outside the Huiying Formation.

Everyone was speculating about who would be teleported to the third level first.

"If it weren't for Ming Fan, I would think that the geniuses from the major medicine sects all have this possibility." A cultivator shook his head and pretended to be profound.

The conversation changed: "But Mingfan has come out. I think it is likely to be her this time."

"The motion is seconded."

"If she is the first one to be teleported to the third level, I will use all my spirit stones to buy Cheng Mingfan and take a gamble."

"But didn't you notice that the number of medicinal plants in her room is still more than others."

"She can talk faster than anyone can write."

Yes, others, like the candidates, rely on writing furiously. Ming Fan completely lets his hands go and relies solely on his mouth.

No matter how you look at it, talking is faster than writing.

Everyone started discussing who to bet on, and later began to speculate how long it would take Ming Fan to pass the second level.

He Mu and the others did not participate in their discussion, but their eyes lingered on the Huiying Formation and these monks.

With so many people here, if one person earns a spirit stone, it would add up to a lot.

As He Mu thought about it, he seemed to see millions of spirit stones waving at him.

Ming Fan was muttering to himself until his mouth was dry and he reached out his hand out of habit, but found nothing.

He couldn't help but grin and said in disgust: "Not even saliva."

Under normal circumstances, Banledan would have already taken the bamboo tube and placed the clear spring water in front of her.

Yao Ling had become immune to Ming Fan's complaints and listened to her continue reading out the names of the medicinal plants with a wooden face.

I prayed in my heart that she would go away quickly.

Ming Fan was really thirsty, so he took out a few fruits, wiped them with his sleeves, and put them into his mouth.

"Posha fruit, she actually used Posha fruit to quench her thirst!"

“It’s really the Posha fruit!”

The Posa Fruit is not a rare spiritual fruit, but it has one characteristic, which is that it is extremely expensive.

This spiritual fruit is rich in spiritual energy and juice, but it is not produced in their Qi Ling Continent, so the price is extremely high.

When the cultivators of Qi Ling Continent saw Ming Fan drinking this spiritual fruit as if it were water, they couldn't help but feel envious and jealous.

What kind of family is this? They can show off this stuff so easily.

They don't know that there is a tree of this thing in Mingfan.

In the Red Lotus Secret Realm, there is a swaying tree. Even if she does not eat the fruits on it, they will sooner or later be eaten up by the monsters in the secret realm.

Not only her, but also Half an Egg and Red Flame Dragon Flame would show off a few when they have nothing to do.

Of course, Ming Fan had no time to take care of anything else at this time.

Her speed was not slow, but looking at the still densely packed images of medicinal plants on the wall, she couldn't help but sigh.

The Four Continents Pharmacist Conference is truly perverted.

Thinking of this, Ming Fan's mind wandered. The next few levels would definitely eliminate more people, and those who remained would all be strong opponents.

Ming Fan suddenly thought of Si Li. He said that anyone who stood out at the Pharmacist Conference would eventually receive a piece of Ten Thousand Year Soul Wood.

This thing is generally used to place the soul or cultivate the soul. If she wants to unlock the secret of the black box, she must first find a way to place the ghost inside.

Soul Breath Wood is a good choice.

The green light in Ming Fan's heart suddenly jumped. That was the one third of the soul that Long Yuan gave her.

The reason why she readily agreed to Si Li's request was not entirely because of the Soul Rest Wood.

The figure of Ming Jincheng flashed through her mind. Since she was against the Ming family, she needed help.