"Nothing in this world is impossible. The luck is illusory, but it is wonderful. Everyone has their own opportunities, it depends on whether you can catch them. And he obviously seized the opportunity that belongs to him."

Mr. Wen said secretly, and his eyes looked at Sun Yaozu with extremely deep eyes.

Shemillie knew that Mr. Wen had a wide range of hobbies and had a lot of knowledge about medicine, fortune-telling, astrology, and Feng Shui. Now that I said that, it means that Sun Yaozu herself is also a lucky person, which gave her eyes a slight change.

"Where is that little doctor?"

Chemillie asked softly with her pink lips, and the waves flowed in her beautiful eyes.

Old Wen narrowed his eyes, stared at Ding Ning for a long time, and shook his head with a wry smile: "His face is the same as his cultivation level, and I can't see through it."

Chemillie's eyes lit up and she said with excitement: "Doesn't that mean his luck is stronger than Sun Yaozu?"

"This cannot be generalized, and not able to see through it does not mean that he is a person with great luck."

Mr. Wen advised with a serious expression: "The future of such a person is two extremes. Perhaps he is prosperous and will soar to the sky in the future; perhaps he is in trouble and will die at any time. Therefore, I advise the lady to stay away from him. Being involved with such a person is equivalent to a big bet of winning and losing. "

Shemillie frowned slightly, and a bitterness appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Do I still have a way out now?"

Old Wen was slightly stunned and sighed quietly, not knowing what to say.

Chemillie quietly clenched her fists, and a look of determination appeared in her eyes: "The probability of 55 opening is already very high, right?"

Mr. Wen took a deep breath and persuaded seriously: "It's still time to terminate now."

"I don't regret it."

Shemillie said firmly.

Mr. Wen was speechless.

Bang!

The third burner on the stage interrupted the conversation between them.

Sun Yaozu's face looked slightly ugly. Although this was expected, he felt very embarrassed when he frequently frying the stove in front of everyone.

What annoyed him the most was that every time he frys the stove, Ding Ning would shake his head with regret on his face. His lungs were almost irritated by the way he was worthy of beating.

After treating the medicine residue with a blue face, he took a deep breath after clearing the cauldron, forcibly suppressing his impending rage, and then put the medicine in sequence again.

Bang!

Because of his irritability, he fryed the furnace again not long after he opened the furnace this time.

Ding Ning's mouth twitched, and his face shook his head again with aches. He felt regretful in his heart. It was such a waste of resources.

"Are you sick? Isn't it common to fry the stove during alchemy? What's the point of making a fuss?"

When Sun Yaozu saw his appearance, he became angry. He couldn't bear it anymore and scolded him angrily.

Ding Ning was slightly stunned, his face turned cold, and he sneered: "You are not very capable and have a bad temper. Do you have no skills and you are not good at learning skills yourself, and you still blame me for frying the stove?"

"No, of course I blame you for interfering with my alchemy."

Sun Yaozu furiously rudes the truth.

"I'm interfering with your alchemy? Are you sick? So many people are watching, which eye did you see me interfering with your alchemy?"

Ding Ning almost laughed in anger. If so many people weren't watching him, he would have wanted to slap this guy who couldn't pull him off and complained about the toilet and slap him on the wall and even he couldn't slap him.

"Referee team, I protest. This person has ulterior motives and has repeatedly interfered with my alchemy refining."

Sun Yaozu suddenly remembered the fact that he was almost disqualified from the competition before, and his eyes rolled around and quickly protested to the referee team.

The corners of the referee team were twitching. Damn, do you want to have a slut? I'm playing mobile games there, and it's really unreasonable to interfere with your alchemy.

Professor Carlos snatched the microphone and said in a deep voice:

"The protest is invalid, and we have not seen any violation of the communication rules of the China Representative."

"He shook his head and sighed as I fry the stove. Isn't it a distraction?"

Sun Yaozu's fierce way.

"Haha, if that's also considered a distraction? Then I think everyone here has disturbed you, including our referee team."

Professor Carlos was still resentful of his previous doubts. He almost laughed when he heard this and joked humorously.

boom!

The audience burst into laughter, and everyone looked at Sun Yaozu's unreasonable acts with contempt. The look of looking at him was like a clown jumping up and down.

Sun Yaozu's words were rude and his face turned red. He glared at Ding Ning with resentment, and continued to refine the alchemy without saying a word.

Ding Ning showed that signature smile again and shook his head with regret on his face. With this mentality, it would be strange if he didn't fry the stove.

Sure enough, as Sun Yaozu was restless, as soon as the medicinal materials were quenched in the alchemy furnace, they burst the furnace again with a bang, which almost failed to collapse on the spot.

He subconsciously looked at Ding Ning, but found that this guy didn't even raise his head this time, and was playing the game there. He couldn't find any trouble if he wanted to find fault. He could only snort coldly with a gloomy face, continue to take out the medicine residue and clean the cauldron.

However, he also realized that there was something wrong with his mentality. It was a taboo in refining alchemy. He did not rush to refine alchemy immediately, but closed his eyes, calmed his energy, and waited for his emotions to ease.

The Internet was in trouble again and criticized Sun Yaozu's unreasonable behavior.

But I have to say that some brainless fans are really helpless. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell who is right and who is wrong, but they turned a blind eye and came out to criticize Ding Ning, saying that if it weren't for him affecting the mood of the little medicine king, the little medicine king would have succeeded in refining the alchemy long ago.

Faced with such unreasonable brainless fans, Ding Ning's fan support group is not a vegetarian. The huge population base instantly dominated the screen, criticizing this small group of stubborn elements as if they were completely useless. They drowned them in saliva in minutes, and could not even make a small wave.

Sun Yaozu is also very human. After realizing that he was emotionally unstable, he quickly adjusted his mindset and began his sixth alchemy practice without distraction.

A faint strange look flashed in Ding Ning's eyes. Even when he was standing opposite, he had to admit that Sun Yaozu was still capable and could adjust his mentality so quickly.

He had a premonition that this time, Sun Yaozu would definitely be able to successfully refine it because he entered a state of extraordinary performance.

Although he had ten thousand ways to silently disturb his alchemy and make his efforts fail, he was still disdainful of doing such a despicable thing.

"Okay, if Sun Yaozu couldn't even refine the best-grade earth-level elixir and had no competitiveness at all, wouldn't it be boring?"

Ding Ning's mouth curled slightly, thinking proudly.

In order not to expose too many trump cards, he only refined a single-textured Tiandan Pill. It was just right to remove the man's poison, and it just happened to suppress Sun Yaozu's head.

Although it is only a difference of one level, it seems like an insurmountable gap. The earth level and the heaven level are not at the same level at all.

Although Sun Yaozu can now barely refine the best-grade earth-level elixir, it seems that he is only one step away from the Tiandan Master.

But even this gap is that he may not be able to take that step in his entire life, otherwise, a heavenly level alchemist would not be so rare.

As time passed by minute by minute, the Flame Dragon Cauldron began to tremble slightly, Ding Ning's eyes flashed, and the pill was completed.

Under everyone's gaze, Ding Ning put away his cell phone and stood up. He casually lifted the cap of the Flame Dragon Cauldron and grabbed it. Ten round and flawless Tiandans were put into the water space like lightning. Only one Tiandan was left was put into the jade bottle he had prepared in advance.

"Huh!"

Old Wen exclaimed lightly, and a look of shock and doubt flashed in his eyes.

He looked at it faintly

It seemed that there was more than one pill, but Ding Ning was moving too fast, which made him a little confused and doubted whether he was confused.

"What's wrong?"

Shemillie asked inexplicably.

"Uh, nothing, I seem to see more than one pill refined, but how is that possible? I probably saw it wrong."

Mr. Wen explained casually.

Just kidding, if modern alchemists can refine one elixir in each furnace, it is a blessing that they can refine two elixirs in one furnace, which is definitely a miracle existence. As for more than three, don’t even think about it. It is a patent that only ancient alchemists have.

When Chemillie heard this, she laughed silently. Old Wen must have read it wrong. Even if she had high hopes for Ding Ning, she would not think that he could refine more than one pill in a furnace.

"What level of pill was he refining? Why didn't he smell the elixir at all?"

Shemilli asked when she remembered something wrong and frowned.

Old Wen also reacted, his eyebrows frowned into a big bump, and he shook his head regretfully: "It seems that it should be an elixir that is not included in the grade, otherwise, it would be impossible to have no elixir fragrance."

"oh!"

Shemilli's face showed an unconcealed look of disappointment, and her eyes became dimmed. Unexpectedly, Ding Ning, who had high hopes, made a pill that was not included. It seems that she had read the wrong person.

"Miss, don't be upset. Although Ding Ning has not refined high-level pills, Sun Yaozu seems to have performed extraordinaryly. It is possible that he can refine the pills we need."

Mr. Wen couldn't bear to see it and comforted her softly.

Chemillie's eyes suddenly lit up and she said with anticipation: "Wen said, has Sun Yaozu's alchemy improved?"

"Yes, before, he was able to refine the middle-grade earth-level elixirs, which was the limit, but now, he was refining the top-grade earth-level elixirs. As long as he could successfully refine it, although he could not completely remove the toxic injury of the master, he could still suppress the toxicity for a period of time. In this way, we have enough time to visit more sophisticated alchemists to seek elixirs."

Mr. Wen explained patiently.

"Can the best elixirs in the earth level completely remove the poison of maggots in the tarsal bones?"

Shemillie said with a somewhat disappointed look.

"The master is a powerful person in the Holy Martial Realm and cannot be cured without the heaven-level pill."

Mr. Wen sighed and shook his head regretfully.

Shemillie was silent, staring at the two people on the stage in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

The two of them had extremely light voices, and Mr. Wen's strength could ensure that no one could eavesdrop, so they were unscrupulous when talking, but they didn't know that everything they said was heard in Ding Ning's ears.

This patient is Shemillie's father? How is this possible? He is a pure oriental. Could this mixed-race child inherits maternal genes?

Ding Ning was stunned and a sensation broke out in his heart. He couldn't believe his ears at all. Uh, no, it was spiritual consciousness.

The combination of Eastern and Western people, the children born only inherited the genes of one of their parents. Although this precedent is not without, it is extremely rare.

After all, they are two different races, and this genetic probability is even lower than winning the five million prize.

Perhaps, it may be a special case.

Ding Ning muttered speechlessly, looking at the patient who was sleeping on the hospital bed, a look of pity appeared in his eyes. This was Mr. Jiang’s nephew.

It has an oriental face, but it grows in the ancient Western tribes, and the difficulties can be imagined.

No, not right.
Chapter completed!