My magical power has skills

"Give me your hand." Zhang Xinxin took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, which contained a translucent liquid medicine. She poured the liquid medicine on Xu Yi's hand without hesitation.

"Hiss..." Xu Yi took a breath of cold air. Did this little girl dislike that she was not in enough pain?

However, the next moment, the pain was instantly weakened countless times. Where the liquid medicine flowed, it was like a stream of cold spring water washing through, taking away all the pain. Moreover, the wound on his hand quickly scabbed, and almost no blood flowed out.

Xu Yi was secretly surprised. This medicine might not be simple!

"You don't have to fight so hard. In fact, our points are enough."

"Ah, what?"

Zhang Xinxin's eyes flashed with incomparable bright colors: "I won the first place in the lower half, and got a total of ten points. Now you have nine points, plus Shangwu's one point, our group can't be at the bottom."

For some reason, looking at the little girl's happy smile at this moment, Xu Yi's heart seemed to become much warmer.

Well, it would be better if Zhang Xinxin stopped holding his hand and caused more stinging in the scab.

Xu Yi suddenly remembered something and asked, "Senior Sister, I remember you said that someone led a team to the top three in the first outer sect competition?"

"Yes."

"How did they get it?"

"Miscellaneous arts." Zhang Xinxin said, "One of them was a weapon refiner who refined a powerful magic weapon in miscellaneous arts, gained a lot of points, and entered the top three in one fell swoop."

Xu Yi raised his eyebrows and suddenly smiled, "Don't you want to?"

"What do you want? Oh, don't force it." Zhang Xinxin shook his head and said, "It's good to be able to not be at the bottom, I am already very satisfied. "

Xu Yi looked at her seriously, and Zhang Xinxin's eyes flashed with a hint of evasion. She was quite embarrassed and angry and said, "What are you looking at?"

Xu Yi laughed and said, "Leave it to me."

"What?"

At this time, Pang Le on the ring suddenly said, "Xu Yi, how are your injuries?"

Xu Yi raised his hand and smiled, "My injuries are serious and I can't fight anymore. I admit defeat in the next game."

Pang Le looked at Xu Yi's palm, which was obviously scabbed, and his mouth twitched twice. It was a waste to use such a miraculous medicine for such a minor injury.

"Okay, since you admit defeat, the first place in this competition will be decided, and the rest of the people will continue to fight and determine the rankings..."

"Manager Pang." Xu Yi suddenly shouted.

Pang Le said in a deep voice: "What's the matter?"

"I heard that in the outer sect competition, in addition to the battle ranking, there are also miscellaneous arts that can be calculated into the group points?"

"Yes."

"I want to make pills, but I don't know where to test them."

A glimmer of light flashed in Zhang Xinxin's eyes, but then dimmed. She gently pulled Xu Yi's sleeve, as if trying to dissuade him.

Pang Le pondered for a moment and said: "Xu Yi, although the outer sect does not prohibit the examination of miscellaneous arts, there are corresponding requirements for the examination. For alchemy, you can only make one furnace of pills at most, and you have to prepare all the medicinal materials yourself. If you succeed, the score will be calculated, but if you fail, then the assessment will end here."

"I understand."

"I will preside over the next assessment here. Director Chang Lin, how about you accompany him to the alchemy room?" Pang Le said in a deep voice.

"Glad to help." Chang Lin laughed and said, "Xu Yi, let's go."

"Oh, I haven't seen alchemy during the outer disciples' competition for many years." Gong Hong said with a smile, "Senior Brother Qu, are you interested in going to see it together?"

Qu Chen's face was quite strange. He seemed to remember something and hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded silently.

The two deacons stood up and followed everyone to the alchemy room. The rest of the people looked at each other. Although the third to tenth places were still to be decided, for some reason, everyone had lost interest in it. It seemed that the next competition had become a tasteless chicken rib.

On the way, Zhang Xinxin whispered, "Xu Yi, what are you doing? I told you not to continue. I'm already satisfied."

Xu Yi laughed and said, "I'm doing this for myself."

"Humph." Zhang Xinxin looked unconvinced. She bit her teeth and said, "Xu Yi, I checked when you fought that guy. The group with the highest average score is the Yichou Yellow Card Group. Their individual average score reached 4 points, and almost everyone can win more than three games. The third place is the Renxu Group 2, and their average score should be more than 3 points. We have 38 people in the Gengwu Group 6. Even if we have 21 points as a base, it is impossible to surpass the Renxu Group 2."

Xu Yi calculated in his mind. If each of the 38 people needs 4 points, it will require 156 points. Now they only have 21 points. Unless they can get more than 130 points in alchemy, they may not be able to enter the top three.

However, if you want to get more than 100 points in miscellaneous arts...

Xu Yi clenched his fists, and a strong urge inexplicably surged in his heart.

"I still want to try."

"What are you trying?" Zhang Xinxin said angrily, "I'm afraid you'll waste time and make the injury on your hand worse. Since you don't appreciate it, go ahead and try it."

Xu Yi moved his hands and smiled, "Master Sister, the elixir is unparalleled. I'm already healed."

Zhang Xinxin snorted slightly, but after all, he couldn't worry about it. She held his hand and inspected it for a moment, and couldn't help but be surprised.

Xu Yi's hand is really almost healed.

The liquid medicine she took out was indeed a panacea, but it didn't have such a magical effect.

However, she didn't know that Xu Yi's body had constant feedback from the body of a little giant. The injury looked bloody, but it was actually just a skin injury. Even without medicine, it could be healed in two days of training.

Everyone quickly arrived at the alchemy room. When Pan Xi, the dean of the alchemy room, heard Qu Chen’s request, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter: “Apart from the outer disciples trained by our alchemy room, there are still people who want to make alchemy? Haha, such a thing. I haven’t seen him for more than ten years.”

He glanced at Xu Yi and said calmly: "What elixir do you want to make?"

Xu Yi thought for a while and said: "Excuse me, deacon, how many points can I get by refining the Qi Qi Pills?"

Pan Xi said expressionlessly: "Ten points for the elementary strength pills, thirty points for the intermediate ones, and fifty points for the advanced ones. If you can make the best strength pills... Haha, I have the final say and I will give you one hundred points."

Everyone was in an uproar. They didn't think the points were too few, but they were frightened by the number one hundred.

They fought hard in the ring, and even if they won the first place like Zhang Xinxin, it would only be eleven points. But if these alchemists casually refine a pot of pills, they would be rewarded with at least ten points. Refining the best elixir... that's hundreds of pills at a time.

Unfair, really unfair!