The content of the alchemy competition this time was to display their strengths.
There were no restrictions on the type and level of the pill.
If you had the ability, you could of course refine level seven pills.
But as a level six alchemist, it was easier said than done to refine level seven pills.
Of course, you had to prepare your own materials for this segment.
Zhang Xing didn't lack materials, but he didn't have many pill formulas.
He was thinking about what quality pill to refine to win.
Only 20 out of 200 people advanced, the rest were all eliminated.
Then, the 20 people who won plus a few members of the 18 Constellations advanced to the top five.
In the end, these five people would compete for first place in alchemy.
Seeing Zhang Xing sitting on the ground in a daze, Zhu Yuantong felt better.
Haha!
Headache, I wonder what pill to refine.
Not only did alchemists have to be skilled, but they also had pill formulas that others didn't have.
Even if you refined three more supreme-grade Spirit Recovery Pills, you might not be able to advance.
There were at least 50 people here who had supreme-grade pill formulas.
What other advantages did you have?
Zhang Xing sank his mind into Dragon Island and rummaged through the warehouse for his spoils of war.
He remembered that Long Wenjing helped him organize many pill formulas and pill formulas.
But he only took a rough look. There were very few of them.
So he didn't pay much attention to them.
"Dragon Tiger Nourishment Pill?"
"Men are mighty and domineering after eating it …"
"It's not suitable to refine this."
Zhang Xing shook his head.
"Youth Beauty Pill, let a hundred-year-old woman retain her youthful appearance when she was 18 years old."
"This won't do either!"
"Level six Soul Gathering Pill, level six supreme-grade pill formula, this is not bad."
"If you can add a trace of ancient dragon saliva, the quality of the pill will be raised to level seven."
Zhang Xing's eyes lit up after reading the introduction of the pill formula.
He had all these materials, and dragon saliva was even more trivial.
He just needed a dragon to spit.
He did as he said and found the other materials needed to refine the pill.
Then, he took out a small jade bottle. "Which one of you spit? I want to use it."
Swoosh!
Ten dragons all flew over.
"Boss, use mine."
"Don't fight with me, use mine."
"Don't push, all of you back, use mine."
"…"
The ten dragons were fighting each other, laughing and joking as they fought over the treasures.
"Let's use Huangzheng's."
Zhang Xing glanced around and pointed at the Golden Dragon who was closest to him.
Huang Zheng walked over happily. He puffed up his stomach and squeezed out a drop of dragon saliva.
In front of the pill furnace, Zhang Xing opened his eyes. With a wave of his hand, more than a thousand types of medicinal herbs appeared beside him.
Then, he began to control the fire and went through the normal steps of refining pills.
"Eh?
This brat has started? "
Zhu Yuantong, who had originally wanted to ignore him, was attracted by the commotion here. He turned around and saw that they were already prepared.
"I wonder what kind of pill he wants to refine?"
He scanned more than a thousand medicinal herbs with his Divine Will.
A moment later, he curled his lips. So it was a level-six Origin Gathering Pill!
Although this kind of pill was very precious, it was not commonly seen on the market.
However, it didn't seem to be able to stand out in the competition.
Everyone here had an extraordinary status. There were at least eighty if not a hundred people who knew this kind of pill formula.
If he wanted to enter the top 20, it was probably not enough.
She turned her head away and no longer paid attention to Zhang Xing.
An hour later, Zhang Xing took out the small bottle containing the Dragon's Saliva and dripped it into the melted herbs.
Then, he continued to refine.
After another hour, the fire in the furnace gradually extinguished. After waiting for a few minutes, Zhang Xing opened the lid of the furnace.
Satisfied, he put three clouds of mist, which were the size of a thumb cap, into the medicine bottle.
After handing over the medicine bottle, he turned around and left the arena.
Zhu Yuantong looked at the medicine bottle surrounded by mist, and a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes.
That's not right, this kind of mist wouldn't appear after refining a level-six Origin Gathering Pill.