After hitting the wall of the alchemy furnace with your fingers, and then entering the alchemy furnace, there should be a continuous "bang bang" sound, but people outside cannot hear it through the transparent barrier.
Within the barrier, it was as quiet as a picture, with only one person, one alchemy furnace, the ever-changing finger techniques, and the alchemy fire that turned from large to small.
Outside the barrier, all the alchemists stood upright in silence. Only acquaintances were left, quietly communicating with each other using their spiritual consciousness.
"How big is An Qingli?"
"A hundred and ten years old."
"A hundred and ten years old!"
"What rank was Grandmaster Mu Sheng at this age?"
"It should look like a seventh-grade one."
"Then which level is An Qingli refining?"
"This level of magnificence is at least the eighth grade."
"Eighth rank?! We are about to die, and we are only at the eighth rank!"
"Above the eighth grade, or below the eighth grade?"
"Looking at the Zhijue, it must be at the eighth level. However, as young as An Qingli, how can he accurately grasp the medicinal properties of spiritual plants? I am afraid that although he is proficient in the Zhijue, the combination of medicinal properties is inferior. It is possible for him to be at the seventh or lower level."
"That's true. With the guidance of Grandmaster Mu Sheng, it can be said that the instructions are powerful, but mastering the properties of medicine is a matter of accumulation over time. I don't believe that she can compare with me."
Many alchemists nodded almost invisible, thinking that the old alchemist was right.
"How many grades did Patriarch Qingli practice?"
The An family members of Zongshi Peak are still waiting impatiently.
This time, Patriarch Qingli caused a great disaster. If it were not for the strong protection of the four Tribulation Ancestors and a Peak Master, Grandmaster Mu Sheng might have flown away, and Patriarch Qingli would have been held accountable on the spot.
If Patriarch Qingli doesn't practice alchemy in public and doesn't show his true skills to convince the public, whether he can escape punishment or not, Grandmaster Peak and Xiaojing Lake will definitely not be saved.
Ancestor Qingli can be regarded as a guilty person. It is impossible for the sect to hand Grandmaster Peak and Xiaojing Lake over to Ancestor Qingli just because of his talent.
In short, only those who have great abilities and irreplaceable usefulness can continue to gain a foothold in the sect, and only then can they shut up those angry people and continue to pursue them.
Qiu Xuanjing changed into clean robes and looked at the solemn alchemy masters with surprise in his eyes. He also asked Chu Yaohe through a message in surprise: "What kind of alchemy is An Qingli refining?"
Chu Yaohe, who had calmed down a lot, stared at An Qingli closely and sent a message back to Qiu Xuanjing: "If the elixir is completed, I'm afraid it will be the ninth grade."
"Ninth grade?!"
Qiu Xuanjing's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at An Qingli in front of the alchemy furnace in disbelief.
This unparalleled alchemy talent is much higher than that of Mu Sheng.
Mu Sheng was about three hundred years old, and he had reached the ninth level by himself without a teacher.
This An Qingli, thanks to Mu Sheng's guidance, could reach the ninth rank at the age of one hundred and ten.
No wonder no wonder!
No wonder this little girl has the confidence to conspire with Mu Sheng and that guy. It turns out that she has already planned to fight one person against another.
It is rare to find a bastard disciple who dotes on his master so much.
"This stinky girl..."
Qiu Xuanjing gritted his teeth, hating him and applauding him at the same time, it was so unreasonable!
The flame was very small, only maintaining the inherent temperature in the alchemy furnace, but An Qingli's finger skills became faster and faster.
An Qingli's fingers were so fast that only the afterimage of his grace was left.
Can it be faster?!
All the alchemists were shocked again.
None of them had actually refined a ninth-grade elixir, and some of them had never seen the refining of a ninth-grade elixir. How could they have expected that An Qingli, who was already amazing enough, could be even more amazing.
Qiu Xuanjing was busy calling people to get the shadow stone, but Chu Yaohe was already one step ahead of him and had already personally held a shadow stone in front of him.
Except for the Tianyun Sect Spiritual Medicine Peak who has this qualification and left the image of An Qingli refining alchemy, the alchemists from other forces definitely do not have this qualification.
But God knows, none of those seventh- and eighth-grade alchemy masters would not want to keep the image of An Qingli's alchemy, and then go into seclusion and observe it over and over again.
Those high-level monks who were originally furious towards An Qingli were gradually calmed down by An Qingli's alchemy skills.
After all, Mu Sheng's ascension is a fact, and for their future ninth-grade elixirs, they have to rely on this only alchemy seedling.
Now that I think about it, Grandmaster Mu Sheng is also hateful. Before his ascension, if he had mentioned that his disciples were also at the quasi-ninth level, they would not be so hostile to An Qingli.
Because of their satisfaction with An Qingli, many people's grief and anger at Mu Sheng's departure have also faded away.
Outside Luofeng City, the high-level monks from other forces were also paying close attention to An Qingli's alchemy process.
It takes two days and two nights to refine An Qingli's Furnace Pill.
Some monks didn't have the patience, so they also went back to their caves.
No matter what kind of elixir An Qingli refines, as long as An Qingli has this ability and can become a ninth-level alchemist within ten years, they will be relieved.
But none of those high-level alchemists left, and even someone who had a baby in their family didn't make them rush back.
In the early morning, clouds filled the sky, and thousands of rays of rays of light fell from the clouds.
The transparent barrier is also bathed in the gorgeous glow.
An Qingli, who had rested cross-legged for a while, stood up and quickly performed the last few finger gestures to release the seal on the furnace lid. He then opened his arms and slapped the furnace body with his palms.
There was a buzzing sound, and the furnace lid suddenly moved upwards with scorching hot air.
An Qingli put his two fingers together and waved, and a round silver-white pill left the pill furnace and appeared in the eyes of the alchemists across the barrier.
Done!
The pill is done!
After two days and two nights of respectful waiting, I finally got the result.
All the alchemists present were inexplicably excited. They opened their eyes wide and looked at the silver-white elixir that had just come out of the oven.
What a beautiful and round elixir!
For alchemists, a good elixir must first be round, flawless on the surface, and bright in color, making people happy when looking at it.
Those high-level monks who received the news of the opening of the furnace also hurriedly came to witness An Qingli's alchemy skills with their own eyes.
"It's a soul-nourishing pill, yes or no?" Someone shouted excitedly, because An Qingli processed the medicinal materials too quickly, and some people didn't have time to see An Qingli's spiritual plant combination clearly.
What's more, the same spiritual plant will have different colors and medicinal properties due to different proportions.
An Qingli raised his lips and nodded. With the blessing of the Rejuvenation Technique, even though he was refining the elixir for two days and two nights, his face was not too tired.
"Please test the elixir." An Qingli removed the restraint, put one hand behind his back, waved the fingers of the other hand lightly, and sent the freshly baked elixir to an old alchemist of the eighth level.
The Dan also has a warm and comfortable aroma.
The old man put his consciousness into the silver-white elixir pill bit by bit.
The other alchemy masters also gathered around excitedly, carefully letting their spiritual senses penetrate into the pills.
In fact, those sect leaders who had taken the soul-nourishing elixir determined the grade of the elixir at a glance, and their eyes showed a bit of covetousness.
Pills that have reached the ninth level, even if they are only lower than the ninth level, are extremely precious. I don’t know which sect disciple brought a large amount of soul-reviving grass from the Fengyu Secret Realm, so that the ninth-level soul nourishing pill and the soul replenishing pill are relatively common.
That's all.
An Qingli, dressed in a green shirt, stood proudly with his hands behind his hands, standing high in the sky, bathed in the glow of the glow, upright and extremely beautiful.
The two ancestors, Qi Min and Qi Gao, smiled at each other and stood by her side.
Those alchemy masters who had finished appraising the elixirs, including Chu Yaohe, tremblingly returned the ninth-grade soul-nourishing elixir, then took the initiative to step back a few feet, bowed excitedly to An Qingli, and shouted in unison: "Grandmaster!"
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