Chapter 1183 Self-Inflicted Humiliation

Feng Long gently pulled Ye Qingli's sleeve.

It's a joke, that's a triple test set by the elderly Wuyou.

From ancient times to the present, there have been countless genius alchemists.

However, none of them passed the triple test.

Ye Qingli was just a small second-level pharmacist.

How is it possible to pass this test?

It's just humiliating yourself!

The middle-aged and Luo Qingyan obviously thought so.

All of them had a smug look on their faces.

Huh, on my turf.

fight me?

I have 10,000 ways to kill you!

Ye Qingli smiled slightly.

He shook off Feng Long's hand.

"Okay, then let me try this triple test."

"Okay, then please!"

A look of surprise appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

Obviously, he didn't expect it either. Ye Qingli really agreed to challenge the triple test.

Luo Qingyan was helped by the maid to get up.

She glanced at Ye Qingli with a sneer.

"Sometimes, people should not be too self-aware. Be careful not to end well!"

After speaking, she limped forward.

Feng Long was so anxious that his face turned pale.

"Sister Qingli, how can you agree?"

"Why can't you agree? Is the test dangerous?"

"Of course. It is said that a long time ago, there were many young geniuses who had to challenge the triple test, but they were injured in mild cases and killed in severe cases. Since then, no one has ever used the triple test to test alchemists. "

"Today, they are simply exploiting the loopholes in the system! Deliberately embarrassing people!"

Feng Long said angrily.

"Do not worry."

Ye Qingli patted her head.

Of course she is confident.

She is the direct disciple of Elder Wuyou.

How could he fail his test?

Soon, several people came to a building like an ancestral hall behind.

It was dark inside, and nothing could be seen.

The middle-aged man said loudly: "Now, the first test begins."

He took out a stick of incense and lit it.

"Within the time limit of one stick of incense, ten second-level medicinal pills can be refined."

Second-level pharmacists can of course refine second-level medicinal pills.

However, it is very difficult to refine ten pieces within the time of one stick of incense.

The middle-aged man said with a sneer: "Moreover, we will provide medicinal materials."

As soon as Ye Qingli saw his smile, he knew that he was going to make a fool of himself.

"All right."

She shrugged and said nonchalantly.

The middle-aged man quickly took out a pile of medicinal herbs.

"Look, these are all high-quality medicinal herbs, and I didn't play tricks in them, did I?"

The surface of the medicinal material looks smooth and clean, and it is indeed a good medicinal material.

However, with Ye Qingli's eyesight.

She just glanced at it and immediately saw that there was a problem inside.

All these medicinal materials have been emptied by worms.

That said, it looks good on the surface.

But inside, there is no medicinal properties at all.

It's strange to be able to make medicine pills!

This is simply blatantly trolling her!

hum...

It doesn't matter, she has a worry-free treasure tripod!

"bring it on!"

Ye Qingli took out the medicine tripod.

Then, he quickly threw the herbs in.

With a flick of the hand, a wisp of flame rises below.

The middle-aged man looked at her with a sneer. These are all medicinal herbs that he specially made hands and feet.

It would be hell to be able to make medicinal pills.

little bitch.

fight us?

Don't even look, where is this time!

What a lifeless thing!

This is the Alchemist Guild!

Casually, you can play until you don't know the south, east, north and west!