Master Yunming saw Jian Fengyun's appearance of choosing spiritual materials in a panic, and he couldn't help but sneer on his face, and said in his heart: In the alchemy, don't talk about you, a kingly genius, it's useless even if the real emperor is here."

Then Yun Ming no longer paid attention to Jian Fengyun and prepared to refine the pills and ask Jian Fengyun for the bet for the 200,000 top-grade spiritual crystals.

Jian Fengyun saw the movements of these people, but he ignored them and just focused his eyes on the spiritual materials in his hands.

He placed the refining materials such as Shengji Fruit aside and picked up the pile of refining materials he had just hurriedly got into his hand.

Imperial Meteorite, Linglong Stone, Cold Jade Mine...

There are about a dozen kinds of spiritual materials, each of which is an imperial-level spiritual material.

Jian Fengyun's eyes narrowed slightly. The next moment, a dark blue flame suddenly rose from his eyes. He poked out his hand and the Nine Netherworld Fire instantly wrapped dozens of refining spirit materials, and the temperature began to slowly rise.

"Extraordinary Fire!" The Mingyuan Medicine Saint standing in front frowned slightly, looked at Jian Fengyun's direction, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

The spiritual fire condensed by normal alchemists and weapon refiners are all golden yellow, while the flames used by Jian Fengyun are dark blue, and they also seem to emit a faint pressure, which is obviously not an ordinary flame.

The Mingyuan Medicine Saint instantly judged that the flames of Jian Fengyun were strange fires from the world.

There are countless strange fires in the world, and a powerful man with the best alchemy in the world used these strange fires as a record note. However, with the level of the Mingyuan Medicine Saint, he obviously could not see the note left by the peerless strong man, so he naturally could not recognize what kind of strange fire was used in Jian Fengyun's hand at this moment.

However, although it is impossible to see what kind of strange fire is used by Jian Fengyun, the power emitted by the flames is enough to judge that the strange fire controlled by Jian Fengyun is not an ordinary strange fire. At least the Ming Yuan Medicine Saint asked himself that the strange fire he used did not have this kind of pressure.

"What is Jian Fengyun doing? Why did he put the spiritual medicine aside and condense the spiritual materials for those refining weapons?"

"Is it because he didn't get enough spiritual medicine, so he planned to refine spiritual weapons!"

"No, although alchemists and weapon refiners sound similar, they are still very different in essence. The techniques and formulas are different, and the methods of handling spiritual materials are also different. Generally, alchemists can only refine spiritual pills. If they forcefully refine spiritual weapons, they must be extremely inferior."

"Yes, it's already amazing for ordinary people to be proficient in one pharmacy. It's impossible for them to proficient in the art of refining weapons anymore. It seems that Jian Fengyun hasn't received enough elixirs, so he just kills the horse and wants to try the art of refining weapons."

The viewers in the audience noticed Jian Fengyun's actions and immediately started to talk.

On the stage, Ming Yuansheng had just condensed the elixir in his hand. He noticed the discussion below and immediately looked at Jian Fengyun. Seeing that Jian Fengyun was actually refining weapons, he couldn't help but shake his head in even more disappointment. It seemed that Jian Fengyun had completely given up.

Thinking of this, Ming Yuansheng simply closed his six consciousnesses, stopped paying attention to the outside world, and began to refine his own longevity elixir.

When Master Yunming saw that Jian Fengyun had actually started to refine weapons, he immediately sneered on his face, thinking that Jian Fengyun had not taken enough spiritual medicine, so he had to refine spiritual weapons. So he felt relieved, and it seemed that he had won.

The next moment, Master Yunming also closed his six consciousnesses, ignored Jian Fengyun, and began to refine elixirs with concentration.

Although he must win, his wooden plaque this time was the top three in the ratio of art refining. He could not give up his goal this time because of Jian Fengyun.

Even the Mingyuan Medicine Saint frowned when he saw Jian Fengyun's actions clearly.

As a holy-level pharmacist, the Mingyuan Medicine Saint knows that it is extremely difficult for pharmacists of the same level to refine spiritual weapons of the same level. Jian Fengyun is only a priest level pharmacist. At this moment, he changed to refining spiritual weapons and at least his level had to drop to the heavenly level. This is simply equivalent to choosing to give up.

Faced with the rumblings of discussion below the stage, Jian Fengyun's face was as calm as water, and his eyes were calm. He urged the magic tricks in his hand to start refining the spiritual materials for refining the Nine Netherworld Fire.

Dozens of imperial-level spiritual materials melted rapidly under the sword Fengyun's continuous activation of the Nine Netherworld Fire, and then turned into dozens of ore liquids emitting pure light.

The liquid state of these ore divine golds has appeared, and Jian Fengyun's eyes suddenly became slightly focused. With a thought, dozens of balls of divine golds are mixed together.

"What's going on? He thought that refining weapons is to refine alchemy. Anyone with some common sense of refining weapons knows that refining spiritual weapons cannot blend the liquids of these spiritual materials!" Behind the stage, the head of the Huoyuan family, the Jun-level weapon refiner, frowned and said in a frown when he saw this scene.

Anyone with common sense of refining weapons knows that the ore divine gold melt needs to be slowly shaped, and then carefully put together. If it is directly fused together, the refined spiritual weapon materials will be chaotic and have no power, and will turn into waste iron. In the worst case, it will cause the materials to repel each other and explode.

The heads of the major forces on the stage also changed their faces slightly. Obviously, they all knew some common sense about refining weapons. Jian Fengyun's approach was not only dangerous for himself, but also the alchemists and refiners around him were also extremely dangerous.

You should know that the explosion that occurs in the mix of imperial spiritual materials is no less than the power generated by a royal warrior's self-destruction.

"Look first, the ratio of skill is the stage for young people. If we intervene at will, it will not be fair to him or others!" Emperor Yuexuan frowned, glanced over Jian Fengyun, and saw that his face was calm, he immediately spoke.

Originally, if such a dangerous situation occurred in the competition, he would definitely stop it immediately, but for some reason, when he saw Jian Fengyun's gaze, he had the idea of ​​believing him for a while.

The audience, when they saw this scene, they felt like they were in a panic.

"Oh my God, Jian Fengyun actually fuses the melting of dozens of imperial-level spiritual materials together. This is simply terrible!"

"No, Jian Fengyun didn't have any extreme thoughts and wanted to kill everyone, right?"

As for the strange voices and gazes of these people, Jian Fengyun's face did not change his expression. He squeezed the magic trick in his hand, and the Nine Netherworld Fire instantly wrapped the liquid mixed with various imperial spiritual materials.

Jian Fengyun's magic tricks were pinched quickly, and a large number of magic runes appeared in his hands. Runes were everywhere in the sky, as if they were using peerless magical powers, extremely dazzling.

At the beginning, someone could see Jian Fengyun's movements clearly, but after a few minutes, no one could see Jian Fengyun's movements clearly, and only the phantoms in the sky and the surging rune light.

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