Chapter 131
Zhu Fan's cooking speed had long been trained by the foodies in Yanshan. After he put the braised meatballs on the plate, he sat down to rest.
The alchemists next to him were still refining their spiritual power and gathering it into pills.
The disciples of the Medicine King Hall, not only failed to attack, but also were so tired that their own alchemy was hindered.
Now that they saw that Zhu Fan had finished, they looked at them like a crowd of onlookers, and they were even more anxious.
The anxious disciples of the Medicine King Hall were stared at by Zhu Fan, and they accidentally made a mistake again.
Zhu Fan looked at the obviously burnt medicinal materials and muttered to himself:
‘As expected, the people in the same group as me are all noobs. How can they be geniuses if they can even burn the medicine? '
It's just that the disciples of the Medicine King Hall don't know what Zhu Fan is thinking, otherwise they would have vomited two taels of blood.
And the disciple who claimed to be a sixth-grade alchemist did have some strength. Although he was also affected by the fragrance, he had a good foundation after all, and his completion at this moment was acceptable.
The leading disciple of the Medicine King Hall was completing the final stage of gathering the elixir. The spiritual power in the elixir furnace was magnificent, and the jubilant flames and the halo of the elixir looked dazzling.
Such a cool special effect successfully attracted Zhu Fan's attention.
It has to be admitted that although the Medicine King Hall is not a human being, their attainments in alchemy are indeed top-notch. The ability of this disciple is almost catching up with some managers.
Perhaps noticing Zhu Fan's gaze, the leading disciple's unwillingness to admit defeat rose again. He looked at Zhu Fan with his peripheral vision and said again:
""Hmph, what do you think of my alchemy skills?"
His original intention was to let Zhu Fan see the gap between their Medicine King Palace and Yanshan in alchemy skills, so that he would feel ashamed. However, he had chosen the wrong person to show off to.
Zhu Fan is a cook, what on earth does he know about alchemy?
Although Zhu Fan may not like these guys, he is in the arena after all, with so many people watching, he feels that he should show his bearing.
So Zhu Fan smiled politely and answered truthfully:
"No explosion, no burnt food, no leakage of spiritual energy, very good."
Zhu Fan thought he was quite honest.
But the leading disciple couldn't stand hearing this!
It was like a contestant who won the Mathematical Olympiad and showed off to others, but the other person said:
"Wow, you even know 1+1=2, you are amazing"
Do you think this is a sarcastic remark or a sarcastic remark?
The leading disciple was not able to hold back for a moment, and with a"puff", the pill that was gathering suddenly leaked a few strands of spiritual energy. From a distance, it looked like the pill furnace farted.
Zhu Fan looked at the leaking pill furnace, shook his head slightly, and muttered softly:
"I just finished talking and I lost my temper. This is not okay.……"
He was muttering in a low voice, but cultivators have very sharp ears, how could the disciple not hear it?
One of them couldn't hold it back, and the air leaked out even more, and the alchemy furnace leaked out several strands of spiritual power like a series of farts.
The leading disciple:... trembling mouth, shaking hands.
No one has ever insulted me like this... Zhu Fan, you are the second person to do this!
I will remember you!
……
As the time limit expired, some contestants who had not yet finished refining the elixir were eliminated, and the remaining contestants put their works on a tray and handed them over to the chief judge for tasting and scoring.
The appearance and number of pills in each furnace are closely related to the ability of the alchemist.
The more fully the spiritual power and medicinal properties in the spiritual plants and medicinal materials are refined, the better the quality of the pill.
The less spiritual power is lost when the pill is condensed, the more pills can be refined when the pill is finally formed.
Six pills are the minimum requirement for the preliminary round, and some alchemists who do not have enough will also be eliminated.
In the end, most of the pills presented to the chief judge were 6 to 8 pills, and some of the more powerful ones could produce 9 to 10 pills in one furnace. In the past, most of the disciples of the Medicine King Hall could produce 9 to 10 pills in one furnace every year, and last year's champion disciple produced 12 pills in one furnace, shocking everyone.
But today... when the disciples of the Medicine King Hall were refining pills, some burned them, some leaked... When they handed them in in the end, several disciples only refined six or seven pills, which only met the minimum standard.
There were also two unlucky ones. Because too much of the medicine was burnt, the quality of the pills they refined was not good, and the quantity was not enough. They were eliminated in the preliminary round.
Even the leading disciple who was expected to win the first place in this session only refined eight pills.
When the results came out, everyone was surprised.
The Medicine King Hall, which dominated the Alchemist Competition every year, did not even beat some casual alchemists in the preliminary round, and two of them were eliminated?
And that genius, who was a sixth-grade master at a young age, how come he only produced eight pills in one furnace?
This genius is too weak...
The onlookers started to talk and pointed at the Medicine King Hall.
What's going on? Why is the Medicine King Hall this time so bad?
Feeling the gazes of the people in the Medicine King Hall, their faces were livid at this time.
The head of the Medicine King Hall frowned. He naturally knew the strength of several disciples. How could they perform so poorly in the preliminary round for no reason?
The leading disciple secretly clenched his fist and stared at Zhu Fan angrily.
If it weren't for this guy... How could I have made so many mistakes!
I want to see what this guy does... Hmm?!
The leading disciple stared at the big plate in front of Zhu Fan with a dull look... Or it would be more appropriate to say it was a basin.
There were at least thirty pills in that basin...
Among the many small pills, Zhu Fan's basin of big red pills was like a conspicuous bag, extremely eye-catching.
The pills next to it looked so mini and petite in that comparison...
Duo Shao?!!!!!
No, no, I shouldn't think like that!
The leading disciple shook his head frantically, thinking that he shouldn't count the number like that.
His were all meatballs! You can pinch as many as you want! How can it be compared with our carefully concentrated pills!
The leading disciple told himself not to lower his status to compare with Zhu Fan, but his eyes couldn't help but look over there.
Not only him, but others were also like this.
The color and fragrance were really tempting, making everyone want to taste what it tasted like.
Several judges were all grinning, and couldn't wait to start eating... No, to start tasting! Start grading!
But just as the judges were about to start judging, a voice suddenly interrupted them.——
"Wait a minute——"
Everyone looked up and saw that it was the Medicine King Hall's head Feng Changxin who suddenly spoke.
The Medicine King Hall's head stood up, glanced at Zhu Fan and his meatballs expressionlessly, and then said coldly:
"What that kid made can't even be considered a pill."
"Why should a mere meatball participate in the selection of elixirs?"