The Immortal Doctress: Emperor’s Consort

It didn't take long for the alchemy furnace to be prepared one by one according to the original position.

It wasn't until everyone was ready to take the stage that they realized that Gu Zening was late, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Where did you go?" Mu Yunyan asked curiously.

Gu Zening smiled, "Where else can I go? Naturally it is convenient to go."

Mu Yunyan rolled his eyes and looked speechless.

"The third round of assessment begins now!"

Following the instructor's order, everyone began to practice alchemy, and the entire venue suddenly became quiet.

Alchemy always requires a quiet environment for the alchemist to concentrate on refining.

Everyone knew the situation very well, so they quieted down unconsciously, and watched the pharmacist on the high platform earnestly making alchemy.

Fan Zhilan winked at Li Wenyao, indicating that he could feel relieved.

Seeing this look, the corners of Li Wenyao's lips unconsciously showed a smile, and there was an evil look in his eyes.

He is determined to win this first place!

Mu Zhiqing wanted to fight him, but it was far away!

Mu Zhiqing had already made a decision when talking to Gu Zening earlier.

In fact, she has no other choice.

The third-rank Yuanyang Pill can naturally be refined, but the score gap between it and the fourth-rank Zijin Pill is too large, even if it is refined, it may not be Li Wenyao's opponent in this final result.

So far, her score in the first round is higher than that of Li Wenyao. In the second round, Li Wenyao must have no worse scores. The gap between the two should not be large, so this third round is very critical.

If she only refines the third-grade Yuanyang Pill, she is afraid that the advantage of winning the first round may be evened out, and it may even be lower than his score.

Therefore, she can only choose to refine the fourth grade purple gold pill.

"Xiao Qingqing, the difficulty of this fourth-rank purple gold pill is a bit super-class."

The little fairy can't help worrying, Xiao Qingqing had just been promoted to the fourth-rank pharmacist not long ago. At this moment, he immediately began to refine the fourth-rank intermediate pill. This is really difficult!

"It's really difficult." Mu Zhiqing's eyes were solemn and serious, "but we have no other choice."

They can only give it a try!

When the fire started, Mu Zhiqing took out the medicinal materials of Zijin Pill and put it into the alchemy furnace.

Even though this kind of pill has a certain degree of difficulty, it is still possible to refine it if you try your best.

at the same time.

Bai Chenxiang looked at the man beside him and said, "Is everything done?"

"God rest assured, everything is done." The man replied.

Bai Chenxiang showed satisfaction, "That's good, you can go, and be careful not to be seen by others."

"Yes."

Mu Zhiqing covered the pill furnace with mental power, paying attention to the tempering of the medicinal materials in the pill furnace, and controlling the fire at all times.

There is only one chance, she must do her best.

Fan Zhilan knew that only the third-rank Yuanyang Pill could be refined with her own strength, and when she noticed that Mu Zhiqing was refining the fourth-rank Purple Gold Pill, a cold look filled her eyes.

Sure enough, such a woman really has become a fourth-grade pharmacist, so it's no wonder that she has the confidence to take over the battle book.

It's just... what about even the fourth-tier alchemist?

She would never make this pill today!

As time passed by, the sound of failure in alchemy was heard from time to time on the high platform.

Among them, the first-year students accounted for the majority. After all, it was not easy to become a third-rank alchemist in the first grade. It was really too difficult to refine the third-rank intermediate pill.