Chapter 1171 The Frog at the Bottom of the Well

"Boom bang..."

Towards the end, there was silence, and a piercing explosion of pills suddenly sounded in the somewhat depressed Heavenly Fire Realm.

An eighth-grade alchemist had a deviation when condensing the pill pattern, which caused the medicinal power in the pill to leak out, and the flame went out of control and eventually exploded.

I don't know if it was infected by the failure of this eighth-rank alchemist, and in the next half an hour, another alchemist failed in alchemy.

However, the constant explosion of the furnace did not affect Ye Chenfeng and others. Ye Chenfeng got rid of all distractions and released his powerful soul to control the flames in the Vermillion Bird Cauldron, while condensing the ancient pill patterns and improving the ancient way. Jindan quality.

Although Ye Chenfeng's soul has reached the three-star Dao Sage, but he continued to condense the mysterious ancient alchemy pattern and control the dead flames to refine alchemy, Ye Chenfeng still felt a little tired in his soul.

However, unless it was a last resort, he didn't want to expose the flame of Fentianchu too early, and kept spraying the fire of death into the Vermillion Bird Cauldron, speeding up the speed of the ancient road's golden elixir.

After more than three hours, when there was not much fire sand left in the huge hourglass, the eyes of the Holy Son of Fire Spirit suddenly burst into the light, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out of his mouth and melted into the three-legged elixir furnace. .

Incorporating the blood essence spewed out by the Holy Son of Fire Spirit, the sky fire in the pill furnace became more vigorous, frantically refining the ancient Bodhi ancient Taoist pill that was violently tumbling in the flames.

Finally, when the Holy Son of Fire Spirit spewed out the blood essence to enhance the power of the flame, the ancient Bodhi Pill became a pill, like a revived savage beast, smashed through the hot roof and suspended in the void.

"Eight-pattern Bodhi Ancient Tao Dan!"

Seeing the eight mysterious patterns on the surface of the Bodhi Ancient Dao Pill refined by the Holy Son of Fire Spirit, many people in the Guansai Pavilion exclaimed.

"This Holy Son of Fire Spirit deserves to be a rare alchemy genius in the Holy Fire Valley for thousands of years. He refined the ancient Taoist pill with eight patterns at a young age. His potential is unimaginable!"

"Yeah, this Holy Son of Fire Spirit is too scary. If he is given time, he will definitely become a holy alchemist, and it is even more likely that he will become the youngest holy alchemist in my central world!"

"By the way, have you heard about the bet between Feng Chen and the Holy Son of Huo Ling?" Suddenly, someone in the Guansai Pavilion asked.

"Naturally I heard that, although Feng Chen's performance yesterday was amazing enough, I feel that there is still a big gap between Feng Chen and the Holy Son of Huo Ling, and it is inevitable to kowtow and apologize!"

Witnessing the Holy Son of Fire Spirit refining the ancient Taoist pill with eight patterns through Guangbi, the audience in several viewing pavilions were all stunned by Holy Son of Fire Spirit's superb alchemy skills, and almost no one was optimistic about Ye Chenfeng anymore.

Even Marquis Wangtian and Mu Qinghuo were slightly worried about Ye Chenfeng, worried that he would be distracted by the influence of the Holy Son of Fire Spirit Chengdan, and he would fall short at the last moment.

Just as the Holy Son of Huo Ling held the eight-patterned Bodhi Ancient Dao Pill in his hand and looked at Ye Chenfeng ostentatiously, streaks of fire light were released in the Feng Fen Zhen Furnace circling Feng Ying.

Jiao Yu Yanjiao shouted, her hands twisted quickly, making mysterious handprints, hitting the hot wall of Feng Fenzhen's furnace heavily.

The next moment, the ancient Bodhi Dao Dan Fei, which contained the scorching temperature, shot out the phoenix burning furnace, releasing a soft white light, suspended in mid-air.

"Eight-pattern, she even refined the Eight-pattern Ancient Dao Pill!"

Seeing that the Bodhi Ancient Dao Pill floating above Jiao Yuyan's head actually reached the eight-pattern quality, the Holy Son of Fire Spirit raised his brows, revealing an incredible color.

He is well aware of the difficulty of refining the eight-pattern quality of Bodhi Ancient Taoist Pill. If he hadn't read Yaoyan's tens of thousands of years of alchemy experience, he would have reborn his alchemy skills and broadened his horizons. The ancient Tao Dan.

"Is it really possible for him to refine the Ancient Dao Jindan?"

Thinking of this, Holy Son Huo Ling's gaze couldn't help but drift to the stone platform beside him, with a pale Ye Chenfeng on his face.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng who was struggling a little bit, the corner of Holy Son Huo Ling's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile, and he felt relieved.

He feels that even if Ye Chenfeng refines the ancient Taoist elixir at the last moment, it is impossible to refine the five-pattern or higher quality elixir. Although the Bodhi ancient Taoist elixir is not as good as the ancient Taoist elixir, he is able to overwhelm him in terms of the quality of the elixir. , so as to achieve the final victory.

Judging from Ye Chenfeng's laborious appearance, Ye Chenfeng will probably fail at the last moment in alchemy, or he will no longer be able to refine the ancient way golden elixir within the specified time.

Following the Holy Son of Huo Ling and Jiao Yuyan, many ninth-rank alchemists have also completed alchemy, but many more people fell short at the last moment and failed in alchemy.

Time passed by minute by minute. Seeing that the fire and sand in the funnel were exhausted, Ye Chenfeng's hands wrapped around a large number of ancient Dan patterns were ruthlessly printed on the Vermillion Bird Cauldron.

Then, a piercing bird chirping sounded, and a vivid phantom of Suzaku broke out of the hot Suzaku Ding, and on the Suzaku's slender mouth, there was a golden ancient Tao Dan that released the power of the avenue.

Just when the Holy Son of Huo Ling widened his eyes and wanted to see the quality of the ancient Dao Jindan refined by Ye Chenfeng, Ye Chenfeng, who was quick-handed and fast-eyed, took the ancient Daodan in the mouth of Suzaku's phantom and received it in the palm of his hand. , sitting cross-legged beside the stone platform, silently adjusting the breath to restore the consumed soul power.

"Damn, this kid is really lucky, and he has forged the ancient way golden elixir at the last moment."

The Holy Son of Huo Ling cursed in his heart, but although he did not see the quality of the ancient Tao Jindan refined by Ye Chenfeng, but from Ye Chenfeng's cautious attitude, he felt that the ancient Tao refined by Ye Chenfeng was of the same quality. The quality of Jindan should not be high.

Otherwise, Ye Chenfeng would have already shown off to himself.

It wasn't long before Ye Chenfeng refined the Ancient Dao Golden Elixir, the last grain of fire was drained from the funnel, the three-day rematch was over, and the restrictions shrouded around the stone platforms disappeared.

"Fengchen, I didn't expect your shit luck to be so strong. Even I am a little envious. I don't know how many ancient Tao Jin Dan you have refined?" Ye Chenfeng showed a hint of sarcasm.

"Why Huo Ling? Do you think you have a chance to win?" Ye Chenfeng glanced coldly at the Holy Son of Huo Ling, and said lukewarmly.

"Of course, I was the first to refine the Eight-pattern Bodhi Ancient Dao Pill. Who do you think will beat me in the rematch?" The Holy Son of Fire Spirit said with a proud expression on his face.

And although his arrogant words made many ninth-rank alchemists dissatisfied, the eight-patterned Bodhi ancient Tao Dan he refined was truly unmatched, and the alchemists dared not speak out.

Taking the suffocated expressions around him into his eyes, the smile on the face of Holy Son Huo Ling became thicker, and he continued to provocatively say: "Okay Fengchen, don't hide it, let us all see, you are not self-reliant to refine the ancient way. In the end, how many grains of quality Jindan can be refined, it won't be just one grain."

"Hey, the frog at the bottom of the well is the frog at the bottom of the well. After refining an eight-patterned Bodhi ancient Taoist pill, you feel that the world is invincible. It's ridiculous!" Ye Chenfeng shook his head, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, showing a hint of sarcasm: "I really I don't want to tell you, I refined a nine-pattern ancient road golden pill."

"what……"

Seeing Ye Chenfeng pinching the fingertips of Ye Chenfeng, the ancient golden elixir with nine mysterious Taoist patterns, not only the Holy Son of Huoling was stupid, but all the alchemists including Jiao Yuyan were also dumbfounded. The noisy world of Skyfire suddenly became silent.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by Ye Chenfeng's fingertips, which seemed to have the magical nine-pattern ancient road golden pill, and they couldn't extricate themselves.