With this alchemy skill alone, he is indeed qualified to obtain a Flying Feather Order!

Yang Ming clapped his hands and stood up from the ground. After the remaining firewood was burned, he could extract the elixir. He was confident that he could refine the finished elixir.

"Hey, why haven't you started yet?" Yang Ming then noticed that Ning Huaizhi was still sorting the medicinal materials, arranging the proportions, and hadn't even started burning the pill furnace yet.

Ning Huaizhi seemed to have been slapped, and he wanted to find a gap in the ground to crawl in. Especially when he felt the strange looks coming from around him, he felt even more ashamed and angry.

"Haha, Ning Huaizhi can't stop now. He just said that he would give Yang Ming three hours, but he didn't expect that Yang Ming would refine the elixir in half an hour."

"That's not necessarily true. Even though he has refined it, it might be a low-grade elixir. Ning Huaizhi hasn't refined it yet, so we haven't yet determined who will win and who will lose."

Most of the people who said this were the people who had bet on Ning Huaizhi just now. Of course, these people accounted for the majority. However, there were also a few people who were happy now.

…

Yang Ming smiled. At this time, he was not worried at all that Ning Huaizhi would slap him in the face.

Just in these eight hours, he has not yet adjusted the proportions of the medicinal materials, which is enough to prove that his level of alchemy is only this level.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, Ning Huaizhi is considered a complete genius, but to Yang Ming, he is just an ordinary person who is not worth mentioning.

When he faced Wang Wendan, he didn't think his opponent was very strong, let alone the first-level alchemist in front of him.

"Ning Huaizhi, my elixir is ready. If you can't refine the elixir as scheduled, you lose. You'd better hurry up and start refining the elixir."

Yang Ming smiled coldly, then turned his back and watched the changes in the alchemy furnace.

Ning Huaizhi was so humiliated by him that he was so angry that he wanted to cut Yang Ming into pieces with a thousand knives. But on the flying boat, in front of Chen Ning, he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

"Yang Ming, don't be too complacent. When you get off the flying boat, you will die!"

Ning Huaizhi secretly swore, suddenly grabbed the medicinal materials, selected the right amount, and at the same time burned the dried peach wood to heat up the alchemy furnace.

He also started to make elixirs. Ning Huaizhi opened the elixir furnace and threw in the medicinal materials. At this time, about one stick of incense had passed.

After Yang Ming waited for the dried peach wood to burn out, he suddenly opened the top cover of the alchemy furnace with his palm, and saw a puff of hot smoke formed by melting the medicinal gas, instantly emitting from the alchemy furnace, like a mushroom blooming in the alchemy room.

"Is this? Is it a middle-grade elixir?"

As Feizhou's deacon, Chen Ning also has a certain understanding of the grade of elixirs. Just looking at the scene when the elixir furnace is opened, it is not comparable to low-grade elixirs.

It is impossible for low-grade elixirs to gather such strong medicinal energy in the elixir furnace when the lid is opened. But if Yang Ming can refine middle-grade elixirs, Chen Ning would not believe it.

In any case, he is just an ordinary martial arts saint.

If even martial arts saints can refine middle-grade elixirs, then what dignity do those first-level alchemists who are star alchemists have to be called alchemists?

"Get up!" Yang Ming's face lit up when he saw the eruption of medicinal energy, knowing that he would definitely win this competition.

He suddenly slapped the alchemy furnace with his palm, and with a bang, the alchemy furnace vibrated violently, and only a few crystal-clear elixirs were seen shooting out like flying stones in the mist.
Chapter completed!