The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

In his mind, information about the green water grass and the red flame wood began to emerge.

The green water grass, with its green color dripping, seems to contain the freshness and vitality of the morning dew on its leaves. It is a superior choice for nourishing spiritual power. The red flame wood, on the other hand, is completely opposite. Its wood is hard and its color is red like fire. It contains a fiery power that can stimulate the fire element in the elixir and double the efficacy.

These two spiritual medicines, one yin and one yang, one soft and one hard, are born to be a perfect pair of complementary partners. Of course, it is extremely difficult to maintain the balance of medicinal power. It is only theoretically possible to refine it in this way. With the realm and control ability of the alchemists present, it is unlikely to do so. It should be used as the main medicine alone.

Soon, he deduced that the recipe for refining the elixir with the red flame wood as the main medicine was 80% similar to the recipe given on the page.

He did not stop thinking, but continued to diverge his thoughts.

If the warmth of the green water grass and the warmth of the red flame wood can be skillfully combined, and then supplemented with other spiritual herbs, perhaps an unprecedented elixir can be refined. For example, the Demon Spirit Pill is like this. Zhan Nianchuan thought to himself, and the recipe of the Demon Spirit Pill emerged in his mind. At the same time, his spiritual sense gently swept over each spiritual herb, feeling their unique spirituality and breath.

However, at this moment, he suddenly had a feeling of being spied on.

Without making a sound, he immediately withdrew his spiritual sense, and at the same time stopped looking at the spiritual herbs on the refining table.

There are too many strong people, and it is unwise to spy on them.

He began to conceive the pill formula quietly, and every step needed to be carefully calculated, to ensure that the medicinal properties complement each other, and to avoid violent conflicts of medicinal properties that lead to failure in alchemy. In his mind, pictures of alchemy gradually became clear, from the initial processing of spiritual herbs, to the precise control of the temperature, to the final formation of the pill, every detail is crucial.

"First, put the green water grass into the cauldron and heat it slowly over a low fire until its medicinal properties are slowly released; then add a small amount of frost dew to neutralize its excessive vitality and stimulate its potential medicinal properties. After the green water grass properties are stable, add the red flame wood. At this time, you need to increase the firepower to let the heat of the red flame wood and the warmth of the green water grass collide violently in the cauldron to form a unique medicinal power cycle..." Zhan Nianchuan silently recited the steps of alchemy in his heart, and every action seemed to have been practiced thousands of times in his mind.

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. He couldn't help but feel ecstatic in his heart, and he wanted to start to verify whether it was feasible.

However, at this moment, Yu Minghong moved.

He took out the red flame wood hesitantly, and took out more than ten kinds of spiritual medicines and placed them aside.

After repeatedly examining it several times, he took out a little frost dew, and then picked up a root of hate heaven, with a look of hesitation and struggle in his eyes.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and kept the Hentian root, and then he did not discuss with Zhan Nianchuan as agreed before, and started to refine the spiritual essence directly.

Very good, this guy still has the pride of an alchemist and the confidence in his own judgment. Even without his guidance, he can go a long way in the path of alchemy. Zhan Nianchuan nodded secretly in his heart.

Judging from the spiritual medicine he chose, he wanted to refine a kind of elixir suitable for the cultivators with fire spiritual roots to improve their cultivation. It was slightly different from the elixir formula he had previously speculated, but it was also full of challenges and innovations.

Zhan Nianchuan quietly observed every move of Yu Minghong, struggling in his heart.

He thought that Yu Minghong had little hope of success.

It was not just a problem with the elixir formula, but Yu Minghong did not have the Eye of the Roe Owl, and could not clearly feel the extremely subtle changes in the process of refining the spiritual medicine, so he could not make an appropriate response in the first time, and it was very likely that the elixir would explode directly.

But he also understood that this was a bold innovation and challenge by Yu Minghong. He must want to prove his unique insights and talent in the way of alchemy, and he must be quite sure, otherwise he would not have asked himself.

As Yu Minghong put the spiritual essence into the alchemy furnace one by one and began to carefully control the temperature, Zhan Nianchuan's attention was also highly concentrated. Through the induction between the powerful divine consciousness and the blood ban, he could feel that a subtle and complex reaction was brewing in the alchemy furnace. It was a silent dialogue between the spiritual medicine, the temperature and the medicinal properties, and the alchemist and the elixir.

On the other side.

Ge Jianxiong had no demeanor of a saint. At this moment, his head was full of sweat, his hands tightly holding the dull magic weapon, his eyes fixed on the pages, trying his best to find the correct method of refining.

However, it was not that easy.

Another hour passed.

Still unsure, he looked around and found a huge hourglass outside the venue. It showed that one-third of the time had passed. Most of the alchemists and refiners had already started refining, but Yu Minghong's progress was obviously much faster than his. He couldn't help but feel anxious.

He had no choice but to refine it.

Fortunately, the difficulty of this question was too high. Most of the guy was just trying his luck. At worst, it would be a tie this time, and there would be plenty of opportunities to get back in the future.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and picked up a spiritual material and threw it into the ground fire mouth, and began to refine.

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Time passed by minute by minute, and the atmosphere in the square became more and more tense. Zhan Nianchuan saw fine beads of sweat on Yu Minghong's forehead, but his eyes were unusually firm, as if he was ready to face all challenges.

Finally, after a lot of hard work, a buzzing sound came from the furnace, and a faint medicinal fragrance was faintly emitted, which was a sign that the pill was about to take shape.

Yu Minghong's face changed slightly, but soon he regained his composure. He quickly adjusted the temperature and carefully controlled the pill's condensation process. His hands successively cast dozens of pill formulas, which fell into the furnace like a rainstorm.

The pill condensed and took shape.

Everything went well!

"Crack!"

An extremely subtle sound sounded.

Yu Minghong's face suddenly turned pale, and his eyes showed an incredible expression.

He stood in front of the furnace that had slowly stopped turning, and his body trembled violently without knowing it.

"You did a good job."

A gentle voice sounded beside him, giving him infinite encouragement and courage.

He moved his lips with difficulty, but couldn't say a word.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Zhan Nianchuan's divine voice continued to sound, shaking his whole body and mind.

"You will definitely make it to the finals!"

Yu Minghong's head suddenly lifted up, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Unless he only wants two people to enter the finals, you will definitely be one of the finalists." Zhan Nianchuan's tone was extremely certain.

After hearing what Zhan Nianchuan said, Yu Minghong's mood suddenly improved a lot.

Looking around, he was shocked to find that only the pill idiot Qiu Wujian and Wei Dongfang had not completed the refining, and the rest of the alchemists and refiners all had extremely ugly faces, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt and the pungent smell of fireworks.

Thinking about the failed pills he had refined before, he couldn't help but whispered: "What's the matter? Could it be that the Hate Heaven Root was not used well?"

"You have to review and summarize it yourself. Don't think about it for now. Qiu Wujian will succeed in refining it soon." Zhan Nianchuan stared at the front.