The first competition ended with the victory of the Hanyu Sect disciples, and the next one was the second literary competition, alchemy.

When Fang He announced the second Wenbi to refine the Qingling Pill, many disciples immediately had their eyes lit up.

Qingling Pill is a common eighth-grade elixir. After taking it, the foundation-building monk can quickly restore spiritual energy in the body. It is the most commonly used recovery spirit pill. Many disciples have tried to refine it, but some disciples who do not like alchemy and are also very familiar with the pill recipes of Qingling Pill.

A magic weapon of the same level can also distinguish between the strength and power of spiritual energy. However, if you refine a spiritual pill, it will be difficult to distinguish the height. Unless it is divided by the alchemy pattern, the formation of the alchemy pattern is completely unrecognizable. Even the elders cannot refine the alchemy pattern at will. What's more, these disciples at the foundation-building realm, if they want to determine the winner of the second alchemy, they can only follow the weak effect of the medicine difference between the alchemy.

After Fang He announced that Wenbi's alchemy was refining, the disciples of the Deacon Hall brought in the alchemy materials again, leaving only three pieces in front of each piece. When the disciples of the Deacon Hall were allocating the materials, some disciples were thinking about the techniques of refining the Qingling Pill, while others were preparing to take the stage immediately and take a position in the alchemy first.

Yang Yifan was obviously a little nervous at this time. He had indeed refined the Qingling Pill before, but he had never achieved a 20% elixir rate in refining the Qingling Pill. If he had to refine it, he might not be able to refine a Qingling Pill even if he had to use three parts of the material.

This time, the disciples who were on stage only limited three pieces of materials. If the refining fails, they will have to leave. Not only will they not get ten places for the winner, but they will also be embarrassed in front of the disciples of the three sects.

It was embarrassing, Yang Yifan was not afraid. What he was afraid of was that he could not make a big splash in the literary world and thus could not return to Dan Pavilion.

"When refining alchemy, you don't need to pay attention to the alchemy cauldron, you just need to look at my gestures."

Bai Yi's whisper came from his ears, Yang Yifan was slightly stunned, and then he became secretly surprised.

Bai Yi lowered his voice and then explained the gesture of directing the other party, saying: "Raise your hand to activate fire, drop your hand to condense the pill, no difference is allowed. The order of alchemy materials is..."

Bai Yi explained the order of the spiritual herbs that refine the Qingling Pill and the command gestures. Yang Yifan nodded solemnly and stepped onto the platform in a few steps.

The hundred disciples quickly gathered together and started the second Wenbi alchemy game. For a moment, the heat from the cloud platform rose and the fragrance of the pills was everywhere.

Yang Yifan stared at Bai Yi in the crowd, and didn't even look at the most critical Liu Yan Ding. After seeing Bai Yi raise his hand gently, he immediately activated the flames in the tripod to refine the first piece of material.

On Guanyuntai, the disciples of the three sects were nervously practicing alchemy, while in the dark and empty dungeon of Cangyunsect, an old man with a hunchback was walking in it like a wandering stroll in the courtyard.

The old man's face was covered with wrinkles, shaped like a dry bone, his eyes were sinister, and his hunched back was as gloomy as an evil ghost. If it weren't for the purple Taoist robe representing the elder, the prisoners in the prison would have been scared to death by him.

With slow but steady steps, the old man came to a prison full of fishy smell. Looking at the prisoner curled up in the corner, the wrinkles on his face turned strangely, as if he was smiling silently.

In the old man's strange smile, the prison door was opened by a powerful spiritual power. Then he stepped into the prison, walked to the prisoner who was curled in the corner, and said hoarsely: "Disciple, the prison disaster of more than 30 years has made it difficult for you. I will pick you up today, send you out of the sect and return to your hometown to retire."

In a whisper, the old man suddenly raised his dry bone-like arm, and a suction force emerged out of thin air. After imprisoning the sin in the corner, he captured it from afar.

Bang!

He grabbed the other person's neck, and the old man's behavior was not as beautiful as he said. The disciple he was holding in his hand, opened his confused and unconscious eyes, like a puppet, and did not resist at all.

After pinching the eldest disciple's neck, the old man's cold eyes instantly turned into surprise. When he carefully sensed it with the powerful spiritual consciousness in the late stage of the Golden Pill, he threw out the prisoner in his hand.

"puppet!"

The old man's hands became tighter and tighter, and a dull sound broke out. He stood in the prison and was silent for a long time before he whispered in confusion: "The golden cicada escaped, Yang Hai, how did you escape from the prison..."

The old man in the Heavenly Prison was not someone else, but the elder of Dange and Cao Jiuqian.

When Cao Jiuqian discovered that Yang Hai had become a puppet, his heart sank, but he soon returned to peace.

Cao Jiuqian's plan was arranged thirty years ago and would never arouse the suspicion of other elders in the sect, but Yang Hai's disappearance made him puzzled.

After pondering for a long time, Cao Jiuqian suddenly took out a small puppet. Although the puppet was made of fabric and looked a little simple, its eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Yang Yifan.

After injecting a stream of spiritual power into the doll, Cao Jiuqian closed his eyes and felt it. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in surprise: "Guanyuntai! Why is he on Guanyuntai?"

A fierce light flashed in his sinister eyes. Cao Jiuqian put away his doll and strode away from the Tianzhu. Soon after, the figure of the elder of the Dan Pavilion appeared on the elder seat on the north side of Guanyun Taipei.

The second scene was in full swing. Yang Yifan was already sweating profusely. From the front, he was staring at the Liuyan Ding in front of him. However, if he looked from a special angle from the side, he would find that his eyes were not in the same straight line as the Liuyan Ding.

Yang Yifan was waiting for Bai Yi to fall. Now that he was at the critical moment of condensing the pill, his spiritual power was activated without reservation, and the earth fire in the flame cauldron in front of him was surging like rolling magma.

Yang Yifan activates the earth fire in the cauldron at any cost, and in just a moment, all the spiritual power in his body will be exhausted. Even if the other disciples reach the final stage of elixir condensation, they will proceed step by step and dare not rashly increase too much flame.

Bai Yi quietly looked at the alchemy in front of Yang Yifan in the audience, calculating the time based on the frequency of his breathing. After counting to seventy-eight breaths, his slightly raised right hand suddenly pressed down. At the same time, Yang Yifan, who was about to exhaust his spiritual power, immediately gathered his spiritual power and cut off the flames in the cauldron.

The flames went out, and a pill fragrance that was very different from the ordinary green spirit pill dissipated. After the elders of the three sects smelled the pill fragrance, they all looked at the Liuyan Ding in front of Yang Yifan.

After directing Yang Yifan to refine the alchemy, Bai Yi in the crowd took a few steps back quietly and stayed away from the bluestone platform.

"There are people who are so proficient in alchemy among the disciples of Cangyun. This Qingling Pill has at least six pill patterns, so no other disciples need to fight for it." Chen Chang from the Seven Evil Sect nodded and said. Even if he looked down on disciple Cangyun at all, he was shocked by the pill patterns above the six pill patterns.

"The fragrance of elixir is like plum blossoms, and the elixir pattern will not be less than seven." A brilliant flashed in Su Haitang's eyes of Hanyu Sect, and the old woman who had always closed her eyes and rested in peace beside her slowly opened her turbid eyes.

On the north side of Guanyun Taipei, the Sect Master Cangyun, who was sitting on the head of the first seat, just nodded slightly and did not speak, but his eyes were always on Yang Yifan.

"Even deacons can refine seven or eight green spirit pills with pill patterns. It seems that Elder Wen is about to abdicate." Elder Wen, who looks young, swung his feather fan in his hand, said jokingly.

The Qingling Pill is nothing in the eyes of the elders, but it is very different with pill patterns, especially the Qingling Pill with pill patterns above the six paths.

Not to mention the more pill patterns, the stronger the medicinal effect. Just talking about the number of pill patterns represents the talent of the alchemist, it is enough to shock the elders. None of the elders present dares to say that they can refine the Qingling Pill with six or seven pill patterns at will.

Alchemy has always been one of the compulsory practices for high-level cultivators. Whether it is large or small, sects, all disciples with excellent alchemy talents are highly valued in other places, and they even spend sect resources to cultivate them, just to make a master of alchemy appear in the sect in the future.

When a special elixir incense floated out of the Liuyan Cauldron, Yang Yifan was destined to be the focus of the audience. Feeling countless eyes looking at him, Yang Yifan suddenly became nervous, his arms trembled slightly and he carefully grabbed a elixir that was nearly transparent.

The pill was just taken out, and several obscure and powerful spiritual consciousness swept across at the same time, and then the elders of the three sects almost made the same expression.

Surprised.

Not only was they surprised, but when the elders once again confirmed the number of pill patterns on the Qingling Pill with their spiritual consciousness, the surprise turned into deep shock.

"Nine Curved Pill Pattern!" Su Haitang of Han Yu Sect suddenly stood up, and his eyes flashed with a splendor. Unlike her, Chen Changan of the Seven Evil Sect did not sit still, but a trace of haze flashed in his eyes.

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