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Time slowly trickled by, and the atmosphere in the auditorium was still solemn and solemn.

Huang Shu condensed the spirit liquid into a pill and took it out from the pill furnace to receive the jade plate. His face was filled with confidence and happiness. The result of the pill refining this time was beyond his imagination. Not only did he have three more pills, it seemed that the effect of the pill was much better.

He took a glance at the Lu Ming who was still busy, and after a brief estimation, he had complete confidence in being able to refine it in the short amount of time that he had left.

He was definitely going to win this round!

Lu Ming roughly threw all the ingredients into the furnace, and then used his spirit fire to roast it. A few complex incantations were sent into the fire. The originally weak flames instantly became fierce. The surging flames licked the spirit grass and melted it one by one.

"The 'Art of Quenching'!?" How could he know this technique? "

Mu Yuanfang who was below the stage immediately stood up, staring straight at Lu Ming, his eyes full of disbelief.

The 'art of quenching' was a art that had been passed down through thousands of years through alchemy. Not only could it refine items within a short period of time, it could also raise the level of one's spirit fire, making it easier to extract what one wanted.

However, this technique could only be found in some extremely ancient sects and academies. Even the Jixia College was only able to obtain this technique from Ou Yezi a hundred years ago. One could imagine how surprised Mu Yuanfang was at the moment when a small student of the Cang Ling Academy actually understood.

Not only was the spirit grass in Lu Ming's furnace not burnt, it instead turned into a drop of spirit liquid and fell down, all the other impurities were melted away and turned into ashes.

At this moment, there was only a lump of spiritual liquid left in the furnace. There were still ten minutes left!

When the people below saw this scene, they raised their hopes again, excitedly looking at the busy Lu Ming.

What if Lu Ming could win?

Time flew, and this hour was about to end. Mu Yuanfang's initial shock and deep emotions turned serious. She looked at the spirit arts that had been scattered across Lu Ming's hands. She had never seen any of those spirit arts before!

There was only half of the remaining time left for the ultimate counterattack. It was a secret that was not passed on, and there were even pills and spirit arts that he did not recognize. From Lu Ming, the freshman, Mu Yuanfang experienced a shock that she had not felt for a long time, and a hint of anticipation?

Right now, the only two who were in a bad mood were probably Huang Shu and Liu Feng. Originally, they had a nine out of ten chance of winning, but now there were so many variables. This caused them to feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Ding!"

The timer gave a loud hint and the hour was over.

Almost at the same time, Lu Ming took out the pill formation from the furnace.

The sound-isolating array around the two of them disappeared at the same time, Mu Yuanfang and the rest returned back to the stage.

"Origin Nurturing Pills. 15 out of them. Roughly around seven star low-rank ones." Huang Shu, you did well. "

Mu Yuanfang only needed a casual sweep to see the type and quality of the medicinal pellets in Huang Shu's hands. She nodded her head in approval, and she was very satisfied.

An Inferior Grade Seven Star Pill was already the peak of an Inferior Grade Pill. At Huang Shu's age, it was already considered to be a pretty good result. Although the effect of the Vitality Replenishing Pill was only to strengthen the Yuan Qi, and it could not be used to aid in cultivation, it was still a pretty good pill.

Principal Gui nodded, agreeing with Mu Yuanfang's evaluation.

But when Mu Yuanfang looked at Lu Ming's pills, she could not help but frown. Because the emerald colored appearance of Lu Ming's medicinal pellet was extremely similar to that of a 'poison pellet'. Mu Yuanfang was actually unable to discern what pill it was.

"Lu Ming, what pill are you refining?"

Seeing Mu Yuanfang's frown, Principal Gui took the initiative to ask.

Lu Ming smiled confidently, took out a pill and handed it over to the Principal, and said: "This pill is called the 'Bone Tempering Pill', and as the name implies, it is used to temper the body, and is able to remove the impurities in the body of a cultivator to a large degree. Moreover, it can slightly increase the bone hardness of the person who consumes it."

This was an era where arcane skills ran rampant. Almost everyone was working hard to raise their skill level, and instead paid little attention to their bodies. Aside from a few Body Cultivators and Sword Cultivators, the rest were all physically weak.

But because it was like this, it further emphasized the importance of Lu Ming's pills. To low level cultivators, this was not only a pill to remove impurities from their body, but also a solid foundation for further cultivation!

Mu Yuanfang was also observing the pill carefully, when she suddenly raised her head, and cried out:

"I remember now. I did read about this pill in an ancient book." However, this pill has long been lost. Where did you get this pill formula from? "

Lu Ming smiled and did not answer. Instead, it was Principal Gui who immediately said with alert: "I'm afraid that Junior Sister Mu's question is not a little inappropriate, right?"

Mu Yuanfang's face reddened. She obviously understood that she had been a little rude and apologized awkwardly.

Lu Ming had managed to refine a total of eleven Bone Tempering Pills in one go, and they were being circulated around. As long as one had the slightest understanding of pills, they would sigh in admiration.

Han Qingyi held a pellet in her hand. The refining of a middle ranked pellet had long since exceeded the limits of her current strength. Unless she was lucky, there was no possibility of success at all. She held the pill and stared at Lu Ming with his bright eyes.

Seeing that everyone was praising Lu Ming's pill, Huang Shu, who was pushed out of the circle, exploded. The confidence and joy from before was no longer on his face. All that was left was anger and incredulity.

What right did that kid have to use half an hour to refine a cauldron of mid-grade medicinal pills? Why did he casually say what pill it was, and how did Mu Yuanfang and the others believe him so?

"I don't believe it! Master Mu, you can't believe just because of this brat's words. What if he intentionally lied to you? "

Huang Shu's words were already a little unreasonable. After all, no matter what kind of pill Lu Ming was concocting, just the quality of the pill would be enough to completely crush him.

Lu Ming looked at the ugly expression on Huang Shu's face, and his originally happy mood became even happier.

Boy, make you crazy? Today, I'll let you see what it means to smack someone in the face and crush them!