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When the temperature reached a suitable level, Fang Mu could no longer wait. He threw the medicinal ingredients in his hand into the pill furnace.

The moment the medicinal ingredients entered, the spirit fire ignited a violent flame tongue that engulfed the ingredients, while Fang Mu's spirit carefully controlled the spirit fire, completely burning away the unused parts of the medicinal ingredients, leaving behind a ball of essence.

On the other side, Cheng Hui had used his demonic flames to swallow three stalks of extraordinary spirit medicine in one go.

"The mind is divided into three uses. Ordinary people simply cannot control them, much less three extremely cold spirit plants."

"Heh heh, Cheng Hui is a direct disciple of Cheng Dashi, and he even has a Goblin King level Goblin Flame, how can an ordinary person compare to him?"

As the saying goes, as soon as an expert takes action, it was easy to tell if he will win.

Cheng Hui had only just started, but he had already received praises.

"Qin Ming?"

Mu Shuyao worriedly called out to Qin Ming as she looked at him calmly.

"Hmm?"

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at Mu Shuyao with suspicion.

"Do you really think that... Could Fang Mu definitely beat Cheng Hui? Cheng Dashi is a spirit pill master, and although Fang Mu has an arrogant personality, looking down on others, his skills in the dao of pills, even my father said that he has a high chance of becoming the next spirit pill master. "

Seeing Qin Ming's calm appearance, it was unknown why Mu Shuyao's worry for him lessened by a bit.

It seemed like … No matter how big the matter was, it would not cause Qin Ming to worry.

"Fang Mu has improved quite a bit in the past few days. If it's normal for him to be able to refine a Three Star Spirit Dew pill, it definitely won't be a problem."

Qin Ming softly said with some unknown emotion.

Three Star Pills with Spirit Dew, weakened version of Nine Flower Pill.

In the past, Qin Ming had borrowed Mu Shuyao's Spirit Dew Nine Flower Pill to protect his life, and Fang Mu's sister, Fang Qin, had also lost her soul because of Qin Rou.

In the competition, Fang Mu had chosen to concoct a Three Star Pills.

He remembered his current strength, remembered his past hatred and remembered Qin Ming's teachings.

Perhaps this disciple's pill dao potential was a bit worse than most geniuses, but his temperament wasn't something that an ordinary person could match up to.

Any alchemist who had been in the bottom tier would either disappear from the crowd or struggle their way out from the crowd.

At this moment, Shang Cheng did not notice the conversation between Qin Ming and the two of them, and his narrowed eyes were firmly staring at the steps for Fang Mu and to refine the pellet.

He wasn't the only one. Many pill refiners and 'spectators' who didn't know any pill techniques stared unblinkingly at the steps in front of their eyes.

Most of the time, pill refiners were not allowed to stand around and watch.

As the saying goes, the law doesn't pass the ears. More accurately, who would want to show it to you for no reason at all?

But at this moment, because of their alchemy competition, some beginner alchemists were able to observe and learn from it.

Perhaps he wouldn't understand too much at one go, but it was definitely a good thing for his understanding and advancement in the dao of pills.

The sounds of discussion gradually died down, leaving only the two people who were focused on concocting pills. From time to time, the crackling sounds of flames could be heard.

Pill forging was divided into three stages.

The first step was to purify all the ingredients required, and the second step was to develop the embryo. This step was basically a successful fusion of the medicinal properties.

The third step was to completely condense the pill. This was also where most alchemists would easily fail at the last moment.

In fact, Fang Mu had only completed half of the first step.

There was no other way around it. The reason why he was able to condense so many spirit stalks was not only because the Demonic Lord Demonic Flame was stronger than the Spirit Fire by several levels, but also because the first step was much faster.

After he was done, Cheng Hui first wiped off his cold sweat and then sneered while glancing at Fang Mu, who was still purifying the medicine.

Although the Demonic Lord's Demonic Flames were overbearing, the amount of Spiritual Energy and consciousness consumed was not a small number either.

Cheng Hui first swallowed a few Medicinal Pills, then sat cross-legged for a quarter of an hour before making his move again.

Second step: Dan embryo!

Within the demonic flame, the shape of the Dan Embryo was extremely slow.

A medicinal pill with a cold nature could explode if the slightest bit of carelessness was within the tyrannical flames. At the very least, it would be instantly incinerated.

What he needed to do was to use this demonic flame to slowly fuse those medicinal herbs together and slowly nourish them, controlling the medicinal strength within.

This step was extremely demanding for a pill refiner's spiritual will. Even the slightest carelessness or carelessness could lead to a failure if one did not discover the medicinal properties of the pill when it clashed.

One hour.

When Cheng Hui finally finished condensing the pill, an hour had already passed.

But at this time, Fang Mu had only just started forming his core.

"How could a firefly not know the splendor of the moon?"

Looking at Fang Mu who was condensing his core, Cheng Hui sneered.

If an ordinary spiritual flame wanted to form a Dan Embryo, it would take even longer than the Demonic Flame.

Of course, if you are confident, you would be able to instantly condense it. However, I'm afraid that the only person who can do this is a Spiritual Pill Master, right?

In front of Cheng Hui, the demonic flame in the furnace was slowly reduced to the size of a fist. The fist-sized demonic flame wrapped the initial shape of the pill and was slowly fermenting, slowly fusing with the flames.

Cheng Hui was extremely careful, and beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead. Even though he had some problems with his personality, he was serious and focused enough in the area of pill refining.

Not long after, a burst of fragrance pervaded the air in Cheng Hui's surroundings.

The fragrance filled the air, causing everyone to feel relaxed and happy. It was as if their minds had calmed down, and they could not wait to sit down and meditate to experience the beauty of this moment.

"It's going to be a success!" Grade Six Ice Heart Pill! You are truly worthy of being Cheng Dashi's adopted son and direct disciple. Your pill refining skills are so old, you were able to succeed in your first attempt! "

Some people couldn't help but sigh when they smelled the refreshing fragrance.

Sometimes, the gap between people was just this large.

"Look at that Fang Mu, he's already at this time, and his core has only just formed? Master Cheng Hui is only short on Congealing Pills now!

Some people also noticed Fang Mu, but discovered that he had only just condensed his core. The gap between him and the rest of the nourishment to condense the core was abnormally far apart.

"The difficulty of the Three Star Pills isn't just the first step, but the three times before they were formed. If they weren't dealt with properly, they would explode in an instant, and even their furnaces would explode."

Some people shook their heads and sighed, thinking that Fang Mu had already lost.

After all, the gap between the two of them was obvious.

"Pah!"

Right at this moment, a crisp sound echoed.

It was actually coming from the fist-sized ball of light atop the pill furnace in front of Cheng Hui.

The Ice Heart Pellet that was about to take shape had failed completely!

Cheng Hui's expression turned cold. Just now, before the pill was formed, he had been careless and caused a slight conflict between its medicinal properties, causing the Ice Heart Pellet to dissipate before it was formed.

However, the next time, he was a hundred percent sure that he would succeed!

Cheng Hui did not say a word as he sat cross-legged on the ground to recover.