"That's right, my second brother made a mistake and was killed by Brother Ning. My father knew about it and didn't blame him. He asked me to entertain him well. It's that simple." An Jun said.
When he saw the stupid looks in everyone's eyes, he felt very happy.
Especially Lao Xin, the corners of his eyes and mouth twitched violently.
"So what if I kill Second Young Master An, it has nothing to do with me." Lao Xin snorted and said.
"I didn't say it had something to do with you, old man. You just kept asking me who I was, so I told you." Ning Feiyang said.
Old thing?
Lao Xin stood up suddenly, pointed at Ning Feiyang and said, "You actually scolded me?"
"Calling you an old thing is just to flatter you. In fact, what I want to say is that you are just a waste." Ning Feiyang continued.
A series of taunts.
No one can stand it.
"You..." Lao Xin suppressed his anger, "Why do you say that to me?"
"Just because your medicine refining skills are poor and your attitude is so arrogant, shouldn't I blame you?" Ning Feiyang snorted coldly.
Lao Xin slammed the table and said, "You said my medicine refining skills are poor, do you understand?"
"At least I know better than you."
"Well, you come and refine it, and I want to see how capable you are."
The quarrel between the two keeps escalating!
The smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air.
"I'll refine it, I'll refine it." Ning Feiyang rolled up his sleeves, hoping for what he wanted.
Many people gathered around.
Third-grade alchemist, alchemist assistant, and ordinary staff.
Surrounded.
"First of all, how long does it take for you to refine it?" Lao Xin said, "Or should I say, the refining failed?"
Everyone laughed.
Ning Feiyang ignored them and responded: "This... five minutes."
Five minutes?
What kind of international joke are you kidding?
"This guy is so arrogant. He really thinks that the third-grade alchemist is a joke."
"That's right, why did you bring this kind of person here? You're disgusting."
"I think the time he said is too long. It should be within five minutes to ensure that the refining does not fail."
"That's right, the refining will definitely fail after five minutes."
At this point, they laughed.
"Shut up." An Jun scolded, "Brother Ning's talent is still very strong."
"Compared with his age, his cultivation level is not low, but it does not mean that he has the talent for refining medicine."
"That's right. His cultivation level is high, but he must be worse at refining medicine. How can he have so much time to practice?"
They have a very deep understanding of refining medicine.
An Jun didn't know how to refute.
Nalan Yanran knew that Ning Feiyang was good at refining medicine, but he was only a first- and second-grade elixir.
As for the third-grade elixir... it should be impossible to refine it.
Ding Fan was also very anxious. It would be embarrassing if he failed.
Regardless of what others said, Ning Feiyang had already started to prepare, and the breath in his body quickly swam away.
A smell of alcohol came out of him.
What?
Still drinking?
As we all know, in the process of refining medicine, there are extremely high requirements for the order in which the medicinal herbs are put, the amount used, and the temperature of the flame.
Otherwise, the effect of the refined elixir will definitely be poor.
I'm a little tired, and I don't dare to refine the elixir, let alone after drinking.
It's just nonsense.
It's just a waste of medicinal materials.
Everyone felt happy, and they all had the mentality of just watching the fun, and no one wanted to point out anything.
Start refining.
Ning Feiyang seemed to be a different person, full of energy and completely focused on refining the medicine, as if there was no one around him.
Medicinal ingredients are constantly being added.
During the refining process, the control of flame temperature has also reached an extremely demanding level.
To describe it as accurate is not an exaggeration at all.
Where is the refining of medicine? It is a completely wonderful performance!
Everyone was stunned to see it.
Four minutes and fifty seconds.
A round pill flew out of the medicine cauldron and was suspended in the air, wrapped in energy.
The aroma is overflowing.
The Fire-Eating Cloud Pill emits a ray of light, as if the flame is beating.
The most important thing is that there are traces of white clouds on the elixir, which looks quite exquisite.
Refined to the extreme!
Inhaling it, it is refreshing and quite refreshing.
"It's done. Are you really done?" Ding Fan couldn't believe it.
An Jun's eyes flashed with heat, and he said excitedly: "Not only is it finished, the quality of the elixir is simply too good."
"At least the third-grade alchemist of the An family cannot refine elixirs of this quality. Even some fourth-grade alchemists are not of this level."
What they didn't know was that at this moment, Ning Feiyang also qualified as a fourth-grade alchemist.
Level 4 spiritual herbs are hard to find!
Even the Anshu Star Alchemist Guild didn't have much material, so it was impossible for Ning Feiyang to try it.
Ning Feiyang didn't say anything. He didn't dare to let people think that he was bragging.
Even so, refining a third-grade elixir of this quality is enough to shock people.
Too strong.
Those alchemists who were prepared to watch the joke were all dumbfounded at this moment. You looked at me, I looked at you, without saying a word.
Especially Lao Xin, whose face was burning. He also said that it would take a day to refine the Fire-Eating Cloud Pill, but Ning Feiyang had already finished it in less than five minutes.
That’s not how geniuses play.
"Young Master An, how is my refining going?" Ning Feiyang asked with a smile.
"Okay, great." An Jun gave a thumbs up, "Brother Ning, you are truly a genius."
Ning Feiyang shook his head slightly and said calmly: "There is no genius, I just work harder than others."
Depend on!
Pretending.
Ding Fan cursed in his heart, but he has the capital to show off. If nothing else, who can refine this third-grade elixir?
"Old man, weren't you very arrogant just now? If I were you, I would get out of here." Ding Fan said with a smile.
"You..." Lao Xin was so angry that he couldn't speak.
Ding Fan shook his head and said: "I don't care about you or me. What I can't do myself, I think others can't do it either."
"That's fine, but you shouldn't laugh at others. What about my old face now?"
A series of counterattack words came out of Ding Fan's mouth.
The old man was so angry that he vomited blood!
"The refining of the Fire-Eating Cloud Pill does not mean anything. It may have been refined before, but it will definitely not work if it is replaced with another third-grade elixir." Lao Xin said unconvinced.
The other alchemists also joined in.
"Yes, I have seen some people who specialize in conquering a certain kind of elixir. Such people cannot be called alchemists at all, they are just medicine-refining machines."
"I think so, but I just got lucky and happened to be lucky."
"Is there any way to try a different elixir?"
Everyone spoke again and pointed their fingers at Ning Feiyang.
Hey, that's pretty good.
Ning Feiyang became happy. He originally wanted to suggest refining other elixirs, but now he didn't have to ask himself, but these people actually took the initiative to say it.
"Haha, come on, there are any third-grade elixirs that need to be refined. Just bring them over. As long as you have the formula, I can refine them." Ning Feiyang showed his attitude of not rejecting anyone.