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Chapter 1688 Seal the furnace for a hundred years!(2/2)

In his mind, the mysterious young man's attainments in the alchemy path were comparable to those of the Alchemy King, so how could he refine such a useless elixir!

"Fellow Daoist Mo, now...you probably have nothing to say! Okay, let's go out!"

Lin Qingxuan said and walked out, followed by other examiners.

"Wait! Give me another chance!"

Mo Zhengyang shouted loudly and blocked everyone's way.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qingxuan frowned, a look of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and said majestically: "Fellow Daoist Mo, what do you mean by this? Do you want to confuse right and wrong and hinder the fairness of the Dan Alliance Conference? Even if you say it with false pretenses,

, this is still a useless elixir!"

Other examiners also echoed:

"That's right! What's true can't be faked, and what's fake can't be true!"

"This waste elixir, not to mention compared with the heaven-level elixir, any yellow-level elixir you can find is stronger than it!"

"Friend Daoist Mo, you are too stubborn!"



After hearing everyone's persuasion, Mo Zhengyang had a firm face and did not give in at all. His eyes were as sharp as a divine sword and he said word by word: "Fellow Taoist Qingxuan, apart from 'smell' and 'look', the Dan Dan

, and there is one last link!”

As soon as these words came out, Lin Qingxuan frowned and remained silent.

Indeed, "smell" and "look" both have personal subjective opinions, and it is possible to make mistakes.

There is another most important and accurate link in identifying elixirs.

The monks can inject internal energy into the elixir to activate part of the medicinal properties, thereby judging the efficacy of the elixir.

However, this method will deplete the medicinal properties of the elixir itself and even lead to a decline in grade.

If a heaven-level elixir loses too much of its medicinal properties, it will most likely be downgraded to a high-grade earth-level elixir.

Because of this, people will not use this method to identify elixirs unless absolutely necessary.

However, this is a waste elixir in front of me. No matter how much inner energy is injected into it, it will not produce any medicinal properties.

Thinking of this, Lin Qingxuan looked at Mo Zhengyang and said sternly: "The state has national laws, and every family has its own rules! As the examiner of the Danmeng Conference, I will not allow you to act so wantonly!"

"Fellow Taoist Qingxuan, I believe that this spiritual elixir is a dusty pearl. Please give me another chance! If it turns out that this is really a useless elixir, then I am willing to resign as the elder of the elixir alliance and seal the furnace for a hundred years!" Mo

Zhengyang said in a deep voice, with a tragic spirit between the lines.

What? Seal the furnace for a hundred years?!

For alchemists, sealing the furnace means that they will never make alchemy again.

Just like a swordsman sealing his sword, a general removing his armor, and a generation of heroes washing their hands in a golden basin.

This is a great punishment, even worse than physical torture.

As the saying goes, if the fist never leaves the hand, the music never leaves the mouth.

Even if you are an alchemist at the Grand Master level, if you do not refine alchemy for a hundred years, your skills will inevitably become rusty and degraded.

Everyone present never expected that Mo Zhengyang would make such a cruel vow, almost making a desperate move, leaving no escape route for himself.

"Hey... Fellow Daoist Mo, why are you going through such trouble? How can a useless elixir be worth the price you pay?" someone next to me persuaded.

"I have made up my mind!" Mo Zhengyang insisted.

In his opinion, Ye Fan had a life-saving grace for him, and he would not frown even if he had to sacrifice everything.

But now, the elixir refined by Ye Fan is not favored, and is even regarded as something other than...

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will clear Ye Fan's name.

"All right!"

Seeing Mo Zhengyang's determination, Lin Qingxuan nodded helplessly and said, "Fellow Daoist Mo, since you insist, I'll give you one last chance! Please!"

"Thank you!"

Mo Zhengyang bowed and saluted, then walked to the fifth brocade box and carefully picked up the elixir.

"Young Ye Ye, I'm betting everything on you, I hope you won't let me down!"
Chapter completed!
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