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

Yu Minghong was startled and quickly cast his eyes on the No. 1 platform in front.

He saw the alchemy furnace above the ground fire mouth spinning so fast that only a residual image was left, which was completely wrapped in the blazing ground fire.

Qiu Wujian's forehead was sweating, and his expression was extremely focused.

He waved his hands continuously, and dozens of alchemy formulas flew towards the alchemy furnace like a rainstorm, and quickly merged into it, exuding a refreshing fragrance in the air.

As time passed, the fragrance gradually faded, and finally completely withered and could not be smelled.

Everyone knew that the alchemy was about to be completed, and they held their breath involuntarily.

Bang!

In the expectant eyes of everyone, the furnace cover flew up, the ground fire was extinguished, and several pills were spinning in the alchemy furnace.

No cracking sound!

No burning smell!

It's done!

Everyone stretched their necks, impatiently probed their spiritual consciousness into the alchemy furnace, and then exclaimed in unison.

Four yellow pills in the pill furnace were slowly rotating, and one of them had a silver pill pattern on its surface.

At the same time, some monks outside the transparent light curtain who had practiced pupil skills and had excellent vision had also seen the pill surface gradually stop rotating, and then exclaimed:

Mid-grade pill!

The news spread throughout the venue like a tsunami, causing a huge uproar.

"Awesome! The new pill formula can produce a mid-grade pill in the first refining, and the success rate is as high as 40%!"

"A pill fanatic is a pill fanatic, this pill refining skill is really terrifying."

"It seems that he is the winner of this Soul-stealing Meeting."

"Not necessarily, let's see what the final result of Wei Dongfang's refining is."

After a heated discussion, everyone's eyes were focused on Wei Dongfang, who was undergoing the final tempering and forging the fully formed magic weapon again.

There was still half an hour left.

Bang! Bang!

At some point, Wei Dongfang had taken off his black robe, revealing a strong and powerful body. He was swinging a red-gold hammer and hitting a short knife fiercely.

As the hammering continued, countless runes on the blade lit up one by one, spreading all the way to the tip of the knife.

Wei Dongfang was steaming with heat all over his body. He raised the hammer in his hand high and smashed it violently. His eyes were bright and he exhaled and said:

"Finish!"

With a loud noise that made people's hearts beat wildly, the short knife was directly shaken a foot high by the powerful recoil force!

Under the gaze of everyone, this seemingly ordinary short knife suddenly burst into a brilliant spiritual light!

A strong spiritual pressure instantly shocked all the monks around.

After a moment of silence, until the shining runes on the dagger dimmed, everyone exclaimed:

"A third-level medium-grade magic weapon!"

"He really succeeded in refining it, my God!"

"Awesome, awesome, too strong!"

Facing the exclamation of the crowd, Wei Dongfang smiled calmly, and his eyes swept over the several women in the venue and outside the light curtain who were blushing and looking at his muscular and beautiful faces.

At this moment, the light curtain covering the whole venue flashed slightly and then dimmed and disappeared.

Millions of people in the audience were eager to release their spiritual consciousness to taste the only two successfully refined products, and soon there were bursts of exclamations and discussions. The air was filled with a tense and excited atmosphere.

They admired the superb skills of the two, and also argued about who would be the strongest in the upcoming finals.

At this time, the four top masters sitting in the first row of the VIP seats were not idle either. Instead, they fully released their extremely powerful spiritual consciousness and examined everyone's works, even the damaged items.

A quarter of an hour later.

Amid the noisy discussions and quarrels, the middle-aged man smiled and took a few steps forward.

The huge square, which was originally as noisy as boiling water, suddenly became quiet, without a trace of noise.

Everyone held their breath and waited for him to announce the fate of everyone present.

He shouted loudly: "After the discussion of several predecessors, all alchemists who have successfully entered the Dan Condensation stage, all refiners who have found the defects of the magic weapon and completed the first round of rune outlines, can enter the finals! The specific list of finalists is as follows!"

As soon as the voice fell, the whole audience cheered and sighed.

Yu Minghong clenched his fists, waved them excitedly, showed a bright smile to Yu Ming in the VIP seat, and then sneered at Ge Jianxiong, who looked dead.

He will definitely win this bet!

The huge crystal monument standing in the center of the square shone with blue light, and the words on it began to jump rapidly.

The 160 young strong men present looked up at the huge crystal monument, their heartbeats accelerated, and their eyes flashed with anticipation and nervousness.

As the numbers finally settled, forty numbers flashed dazzlingly on it.

Amid the exclamations and discussions of the crowd, Dugu Aotian was worried and tried his best to find the number of his refining table on it.

However, what made him extremely panic was that at the top tenth place, he first saw the number of Yu Minghong's refining table, number 72!

This bastard entered the finals!

Where is my number?

Dugu Aotian opened his eyes wide and stared at the dazzling numbers above.

Finally, he saw his number at the last place, which made him breathe a sigh of relief and wipe the cold sweat from his face.

At the same time, Dugu Hu's tightly clenched fist in his sleeve also loosened.

Fortunately, fortunately, as long as I can enter the finals, I (Aotian) will secure the position of the Son of God!

The two grandfathers and grandsons looked at each other and saw the relief and confidence in each other's eyes.

Although Yu Minghong's rapidly improving alchemy skills shocked them, all this was useless in front of the heaven and earth spirit fire and the fourth-level elixir.

While their emotions were surging, many young masters present also found their numbers on the crystal tablet.

"Haha, I'm in the finals. Now the old man won't scold me every day for not being able to do this or that." A sturdy young man laughed wildly, his laughter full of relief and pride.

In the VIP seats, a white-haired old man twitched his face, stared fiercely at the sturdy young man who was laughing wildly, and finally showed a relieved smile.

The 40 masters who successfully entered the finals were naturally overjoyed, while most of the 120 contestants who stopped in the finals were sad and dejected, and even a few shook their heads and refused to accept this outcome.

"Damn it, I risked my life to refine the spiritual fire of heaven and earth into my body just to win the first prize, but with such a test, I lost so unfairly!" A round-faced young man kept complaining in a low voice.

The next moment, a huge slap hit him in the face mercilessly, sending him flying dozens of feet away. He fell to the ground and rolled more than ten times like a gourd.

His head was swollen like a pig's head, and he was dizzy and couldn't stand up at all.