Chapter 67: It’s Done in Just One Stick of Incense! ?

Fang Yu was refining pills on the field, but he didn't know that Wu Feng had already been eyeing him.

At this time, Fang Yu threw all the spiritual medicines into the alchemy furnace, and then began to refine the pills.

Yuanying Pill, a fourth-level pill, is easy for Fang Yu.

Throwing them into the alchemy furnace together shows Fang Yu's confidence in his ability to control his consciousness and be able to control these spiritual medicines very finely.

While refining the pills, Fang Yu suddenly made a seal with his palm.

Using the alchemy furnace as the base of the formation, he carved the formation on it.

Soon, Fang Yu's actions attracted the attention of the cultivators outside the field.

"What is this third-rate alchemist in the Southern Wilderness doing?"

"He seems to be setting up a formation?"

Some cultivators said uncertainly.

Most of the people watching the game here are alchemists, and they are not proficient in formations.

Wu Feng looked at Fang Yu in the field, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Just refine the pills, why set up a formation?"

The alchemist next to Wu Feng said.

"He's afraid that the alchemy furnace will explode."

The two smiled at each other.

Just as everyone was discussing.

A figure came to the venue.

Everyone shut up and said respectfully.

"Master Yan."

Even Wu Feng bowed respectfully.

Nothing else, this person is the current leader of Zhongzhou Danzong, Yan Lan, a seventh-level alchemist.

Not to mention that many cultivators present are disciples of Danzong.

Just talking about the identity of a seventh-level alchemist, how can everyone not respect him.

This is the existence standing at the top of alchemists.

Yan Lan saw Wu Feng, nodded lightly, and then looked at the field.

"Is there any interesting alchemist in the alchemy group at this Tianjiao Conference?"

The alchemist next to him immediately replied.

"Master Yan, this Tianjiao Conference is of course full of Tianjiao, but if you want to talk about interesting people, you have to look at this one below."

The alchemist pointed directly at Fang Yu.

Yan Lan looked over and happened to see Fang Yu setting up the formation.

A hint of interest could not help but appear in his eyes.

Wu Feng on the side added.

"This person is a Southern Wilderness alchemist, but he is showing off his skills in this alchemy conference. It is really ridiculous to show off the formation."

However, Yan Lan ignored it and just watched Fang Yu set up the formation.

Looking closely, he actually saw the shadows of several extremely clever techniques of condensing elixirs in Fang Yu's formation.

Even some places made Yan Lan feel something.

Watching, Yan Lan couldn't help but be fascinated.

There were even a few things he didn't understand, which made him think deeply.

Wu Feng on the side saw that Yan Lan was actually obsessed, and a hint of ugliness flashed in his eyes.

You know, Yan Lan is a seventh-level alchemist.

To be able to make him admire, could it be that the alchemist of the Southern Wilderness is really talented?

Under the attention of everyone, Fang Yu finished carving the formation.

The moment the carving was completed, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth rushed into the alchemy furnace in front of Fang Yu.

In an instant, even the alchemists who were refining pills nearby noticed Fang Yu and were distracted.

Hu Chuan also saw Fang Yu, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

It was ridiculous for a third-rate alchemist in the Southern Wilderness to try to take advantage of these unorthodox methods.

After Fang Yu finished drawing the formation, he stopped, sat cross-legged on the spot, and began to close his eyes and rest.

Now, only one stick of incense had passed since he started refining the pill.

There was still plenty of time to go, so Fang Yu stopped directly.

Many alchemists who were watching looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief.

It took only one stick of incense to complete the refining?

"No way, he really succeeded in refining it?"

It only took one stick of incense.

Many alchemists couldn't believe it. If it was true, what would their years of refining pills mean.

Is it a joke?

But looking at the purple air rising from the alchemy furnace.

It was indeed the scene of the refining of the Nascent Soul Pill.

But why was there a constant flow of spiritual energy into the alchemy furnace in front of Fang Yu after the refining was completed?

Everyone didn't understand, this was beyond the cognition of these alchemists.

Only Yan Lan's eyes were full of brilliance.

He cleverly integrated the formation into the alchemy, this is really a genius!

Yan Lan didn't expect that he just came to take a look and discovered such a genius.

An alchemist next to him spoke.

"Impossible, he only took an incense stick of time, how could he succeed in refining it!"

This caught Yan Lan's attention, Yan Lan looked at the alchemist and asked.

"You said he only took an incense stick of time?"

The alchemist didn't dare to hide it and told Yan Lan the process directly.

When Yan Lan heard that the alchemist in the South Wilderness of the field actually started to refine the Nascent Soul Pill half an hour after the start.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Is it possible to refine the pill in an incense stick of time?

From Yan Lan's point of view, of course it is possible.

But even if he could refine the Condensation Pill within one stick of incense, the quality would not be very high.

It is estimated that the maximum number of Condensation Pills he could make would be three.

After all, if the time is too short, it will not be fine enough and a lot of medicinal power will be lost.

The quality and quantity of the pills will decrease accordingly.

Thinking of this, Yan Lan's opinion of Fang Yu was lowered.

"It is wrong for young people to waste the medicinal power of spiritual medicine just to show off their skills."

Yan Lan commented lightly.

In his opinion, Fang Yu's talent in alchemy is absolutely top-notch, but his character is not good.

He actually showed off his skills in such an occasion.

But Yan Lan's comments shocked the people around.

After all, Yan Lan only said that Fang Yu was showing off his skills and wasting medicine.

He did not say that Fang Yu did not succeed in refining!

Wu Feng was shocked. He did not expect that this Southern Wilderness alchemist could actually successfully refine the Infant Condensation Pill in one stick of incense.

Let alone the quality, just looking at the speed, the other party's talent in alchemy is definitely top-notch.

Thinking of this, Wu Feng couldn't help but feel a haze in his heart.

If Fang Yu's alchemy talent is really so strong, then it will be very difficult for him to snatch the Wu Yun spirit body from Fang Yu.

After all, Yan Lan is right next to him. If he suddenly becomes interested and wants to take Fang Yu as his apprentice, then he really has no chance with the Wu Yun spirit body.

The energy of a seventh-level alchemist is even greater than that of a fusion stage cultivator.

Although everyone was watching the battle, their eyes were already focused on the Southern Wilderness alchemist.

They were curious about whether Fang Yu had succeeded in refining the pill in the furnace and what the quality of the pill was?

Time passed quickly, and the one-hour deadline was coming soon.

Many alchemists stopped and sat cross-legged in front of their alchemy furnaces, waiting for the opening of the elixir.

Hu Chuan also stopped. He looked at Mu Dongcheng and Fang Yu, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

Mu Dongcheng was still making his final efforts at this time.

"Time is up."

A bell rang, indicating the end of the game.

Mu Dongcheng hurriedly stopped, and a wisp of purple smoke floated from his alchemy furnace.

He finally refined the Ningying Pill at the last moment of the game.

With the end of the alchemy session, the most anticipated alchemy session began.