Chapter 172 His Face Is Swollen!

The raw materials were thrown into the furnace.

After that, Nie Wushuang closed the lid of the furnace.

"Are you making clay pot rice?"

Someone suddenly said in the crowd.

The voice was as loud as thunder, and it caused a burst of laughter. Those who laughed happily were the disciples who bet on Nie Wushuang to fail. As for those who bet on Nie Wushuang, they were cursing silently at this time as if their mother had died, and they couldn't laugh.

"Shiquan Dabu Pill, your little genius from Shangyang Tower can do it!"

"He has the style of a master!"

Mu Hua gave Fang Shiquan a thumbs up.

"I once had the honor of meeting the third-grade alchemy master Yuhua Zhenren who came from the wandering world. His alchemy is such a mixed stew. Pills like Yujin Pills are of top quality after they come out of the furnace. Your little genius has the qualifications of a master!"

Fang Shiquan's expression was quite ugly.

He took a deep breath and pursed his lips.

At this time, Nie Wushuang began to operate in the eyes of others.

He held the furnace with both hands, letting his hands be surrounded by the earth fire, and gently rocked the furnace.

He closed his eyes, his expression was intoxicated.

What happened?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

This alchemy technique was the first time they had seen it. They had never heard of it before, nor had they seen it in those alchemy notes.

Mu Hua couldn't help laughing and burst into laughter.

He looked at Fang Shiquan, whose expression was getting uglier and uglier.

At this time, he felt a little sorry for Fang Shiquan.

Having such a weird disciple, life must be very difficult?

Geniuses are often eccentric, this sentence is really true.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound.

Mu Hua looked over when he heard the sound.

Nie Wushuang put the furnace down heavily on the fire pit, then retracted his hands, raised his right hand and gently patted the furnace.

"Woo!"

A soft sound.

The furnace trembled slightly.

After a few breaths, the trembling stopped.

Nie Wushuang opened the lid of the furnace.

"Okay!"

He said.

Alright?

How is it possible!

Although the Blood Nourishing Pill is the most basic entry-level pill, it is an auxiliary after tempering the blood and qi. The method is not complicated and the materials are also very common. None of the raw materials come from the strange world, and they can all be found in the real world.

However, it is alchemy after all.

If it were so easy, there wouldn't be so many apprentices of alchemy masters who couldn't get in. In fact, many guys are still apprentices even if they are old and gray.

You must be sincere!

No matter how powerful the alchemist is, even if he is a master-level big shot, no matter how freehand the method of refining the Blood Nourishing Pill is, some procedures cannot be omitted. No matter how fast a furnace of pills is, it will take a quarter of an hour, only longer and no shorter.

How long did Nie Wushuang spend?

It was like a child's play, like a juggler, like a clown.

Less than half an hour?

It's actually done?

Mu Hua doesn't believe it!

Even though he is one of us, Fang Shiquan doesn't believe it!

The many disciples of Shangjing Huafu who are watching around don't believe it!

Impossible!

Especially after the lid of the furnace was opened, there was no trace of medicinal fragrance. Under normal circumstances, the medicinal fragrance should be fragrant and fragrant at this time.

Alright?

What do you mean by alright!

What is refined now is just a paste of medicine. It still needs to be combined with the technique. Only with good technique can the pill be of top quality. If the technique is not good, even if the paste is of top quality, the quality of the pill will be reduced.

"Mix the pill!"

Fang Shiquan shouted.

"You must combine the pill!"

He almost rushed up to help Nie Wushuang combine the pill.

"This guy doesn't even know the procedure of combining the pill, right?"

Someone in the crowd asked a question.

"It's very likely!"

Someone responded.

"You can tell from his juggling techniques that he is an outsider!"

Someone else interrupted.

"I told you, he is here to make fun of me!"

...

"Little genius, are you sure? The blood nourishing pill has been refined."

Mu Hua stared at Nie Wushuang.

Nie Wushuang clapped his hands somewhat carelessly.

"Okay, I'm sure!"

"Are you sure, so fast?"

Mu Hua asked again.

Nie Wushuang smiled.

"I still have to participate in the eighth-grade, seventh-grade, and sixth-grade alchemist qualification. Each qualification is ten furnaces of pills. Time is a bit tight. I have to speed up. If I go back late, I will starve if there is no food left in the dining hall..."

What!

Everyone was shocked when the voice fell!

It's not just the ninth grade, there are also the eighth grade, seventh grade, and sixth grade...

Did I hear it wrong?

Too shocked, there was a dead silence.

"Senior Brother Mu..."

Nie Wushuang glanced at Mu Hua who was stunned on the spot and shouted softly.

"Okay!"

Mu Hua came back to his senses and nodded with a grim expression.

"Show the blood-nourishing pill..."

He raised his voice.

"Okay!"

Nie Wushuang responded.

He reached out and patted the pill furnace.

Suddenly, more than a dozen crystal clear pills flew out of the pill furnace and landed in his palm. They spun around but did not fall out. After a few breaths, they stopped and lay together obediently.

Did it work?

It really worked!

A trick?

Many people did not believe their eyes. They would rather this was a trick, a magic used by Nie Wushuang, a trick to replace the original with the new.

Alchemist!

A powerful alchemist can only come from Qingmu Tower and Tianbao Tower!

Shangyang Tower, what the hell is that?

Fang Shiquan is only a fifth-grade alchemist.

People will question unbelievable things at the first time, and it is difficult to choose to accept them unless others use the same method to slap them in the face again and again.

"Brother Mu, check quickly..."

Someone was urging.

Without their urging, Mu Hua took a step forward and took the pills from Nie Wushuang. He first put them on a jade plate, and then held them in front of his eyes one by one, carefully observing them, concentrating on them, without any slackness.

Excellent!

Excellent!

After not smelling the fragrance and seeing the pills coming out, Mu Hua had a bad premonition that these pills must be very sharp.

Sure enough, all eleven were excellent.

All the medicinal effects were sealed perfectly, and there was no trace of medicinal fragrance.

Eleven?

A furnace of blood nourishing pills can only contain ten at most!

There was actually one extra pill, and each one was excellent!

What's going on?

Mu Hua felt his lips dry and his legs weak. His mind was swaying in his sea of ​​consciousness, and his demons seemed to grow in the darkness.

Grandmaster's talent!

Originally, it was a word to mock Nie Wushuang!

Now it seems that it is a sincere compliment!

No!

Impossible!

It is impossible to be so childish!

"Come again!"

Mu Hua stared at Nie Wushuang, his eyes red.

"Okay!"

Nie Wushuang grinned and started to refine the pill again.

Here, Fang Shiquan came to Mu Hua and repeated Mu Hua's previous actions, testing the blood-nourishing pills one by one.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his beard and hair swayed.

He almost cried with joy!

He did not cheer for surprise, because Nie Wushuang was still refining the pill, and he did not want to disturb him, although it seemed that no matter what he did, he would not be disturbed.

The crowd was silent!

Unbelievable, unacceptable, there must be a period of silence before admitting the facts, and this is the case now!

Everyone looked at Nie Wushuang quietly.

They watched him start to make pills like a juggler again.