Eight Desolate Sword God Chapter 1171: Frog at the bottom of the well
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"Bang Bang ..."
As we approached the end, there was silence, and some repressed Heavenly Fire circles suddenly sounded a harsh burst of explosive sound. ┡Ω81 中文 网
A Rank 8 pill refining division made a deviation while condensing the pill refining lines, resulting in the leakage of the power in medicinal pill, the flame was out of control, and the furnace was eventually burned, which was a failure.
I do n’t know if I was infected by the failure of this Rank 8 pill refining division. In the next half hour, there were successive pill refining division pill refining failures.
However, the continuous blasting sounds did not affect Ye Chenfeng and others. Ye Chenfeng dispelled all the distractions, while releasing a powerful soul to control the flames in Vermilion Bird Cauldron , while condensing the ancient patterns and enhancing the ancient road golden Quality.
Although the soul of Ye Chenfeng reaches 3-Star Dao Saint, it continues to condense the ancient patterns of the mysterious mystery and control the death of Heavenly Fire and the exquisite pill refining. Ye Chenfeng still feels a little tired.
However, it is not a last resort. He does n’t want to expose sacred fire at the beginning of the day, and sprays Vermilion Bird Cauldron into Heavenly Fire, adding the ancient golden dandan.
After more than three hours, when there is not much left in the sand of the huge hourglass, the Holy Son of the Fire suddenly burst out of the channel, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed in his mouth and melted into the three feet. Dan furnace.
Incorporating the blood spurted by the Holy Son of Fire Spirit, Heavenly Fire in the dan furnace becomes more vigorous, and madly refines the ancient Bodhi Dao Pill that violently rolls in the flames.
Finally, under the spitting of blood from the Holy Spirit Son to enhance the power of the flame, Bodhidharma Dao Pill Cheng Dan, like a resurgent beast, knocked open the hot cover and suspended in the void.
"Bawen Bodhi Ancient Dao Pill!"
Seeing the surface of the ancient Bodhi Dao Pill made by the Holy Spirit of the Fire, there were eight mysterious red patterns on the surface, and many people in the Sai Pavilion exclaimed.
"This Holy Son of Fire Spirit is worthy of being a rare pill refining wizard in the sacred fire Valley for thousands of years. At a very young age, he has made Bawen Ancient Dao Pill, and his potential is unimaginable!"
"Yeah, this Holy Son of Fire Spirit is terrible. If you give him time, he will definitely become a holy holy master, and more likely to become the youngest holy holy master in my central world!"
"By the way, have you heard that Feng Chen is betting with Holy Spirit Son?" Suddenly, someone in the Guansai Pavilion asked.
"Naturally I heard that although the performance of Feng Chen was amazing enough yesterday, I feel that there is still a big gap between Feng Chen and the Holy Son of Fire Spirit, and it is inevitable to kowtow!"
By witnessing the fire spirit son refining the eight-grain ancient Dao Pill through Guangbi, the audience in several viewing pavilions were all stunned by the fire spirit son high pill refining technique, and almost no one was more optimistic about Ye Chenfeng.
Even Wang Tianhou, Mu Qinghuo was slightly worried about Ye Chenfeng. He was worried that he would be distracted by the influence of Shengling Shengcheng Chengdan, and he was defeated at the last moment.
Just as the fire spirit son held the eight-grain Bodhi ancient Dao Pill and glared at Ye Chenfeng, a blaze of fire was released in the phoenix incinerator circling Fengying.
Jiao Yuyan sipped, and his hands twisted quickly, making a mysterious handprint. heavily struck the hot wall of the phoenix incinerator.
In the next moment, the ancient Bodhi Dao Pill, which contains the hot temperature, flew out of the Phoenix Incinerator, releasing the soft white light, suspended in mid-air.
"Bawen, she even made Bawen Ancient Dao Pill!"
Looking at the ancient Bodhi Dao Pill suspended above Jiao Yuyan's head, it even reached the eight-grain quality, and the eyebrow of the Holy Spirit Son lifted his eyebrows, revealing an incredible color.
He is well aware of the difficulty of refining the octahedral quality of Bodhi ancient Dao Pill. If it were not for him, he had consulted Yao Yan ’s pill refining experience for tens of thousands of years. Produced eight grain ancient Dao Pill.
"It's hard for him to be able to refine the golden Dao Jindan?"
Thinking of this, the Holy Spirit Son's eyes could not help but drifted towards the stone platform beside him, his face slightly revealing a pale Ye Chenfeng.
Seeing the slightly hard Ye Chenfeng, the corner of the mouth of the Holy Spirit Son slightly curled up, revealing a ridiculous smile and letting go.
He felt that even if Ye Chenfeng refined Gudao Jindan at the last moment, it would not be possible to produce more than five grains of quality. Although Bodhi Ancient Dao Pill is not as good as Gudao Jindan, in terms of medicinal pill quality, he is capable of overwhelming him. To achieve the final victory.
From the hard work of Ye Chenfeng, Ye Chenfeng will have a failure at the last moment pill refining, or it can no longer be used to refine the ancient golden gold.
Following the Holy Spirit Son, Jiao Yuyan, many Rank 9 pill refining teachers also completed pill refining, but more people failed at the last moment and pill refining failed.
Time passed by one minute and one second, and as the fire and sand in the funnel ran out, the hands of the Ye Chenfeng wrapped with a lot of ancient Dan patterns were printed in the Vermilion Bird Cauldron .
Next, a harsh bird song sounded, and a life-like Vermilion bird phantom broke out of the hot Vermilion Bird Cauldron , and on the Vermilion bird's pointed mouth, held a golden light, releasing the ancient Dao Pill of the power of Grand Dao.
Just as the Holy Son of the Fire Spirit widened his eyes, and wanted to see that the ancient Dao Jin Dan refined by Ye Chenfeng was of a few lines of quality, the fast-eyed Ye Chenfeng would receive the palm of his hand and sit cross-legged on the ancient Dao Pill on the mouth of Vermilion bird phantom Beside Shitai, silently adjust the interest rate to recover the amount of Soul Power consumed.
"Damn it, this kid is really **** luck, and actually made the golden princess at the last moment."
The Holy Son of Fire Spirit scolded in his heart, but although he did not see the quality of the ancient Dao Jindan refined by Ye Chenfeng is a few lines of quality, but judging from Ye Chenfeng's cautious attitude, he felt the quality of the ancient Dao Jindan refined by Ye Chenfeng It shouldn't be high.
Otherwise, Ye Chenfeng has already flaunted itself.
It did n’t take long for the Ye Chenfeng to refine the ancient golden jindan. The funnel ran out of the last grain of fire. The three-day rematch ended, and the ban that shrouded around each stone platform disappeared.
"Feng Chen, I didn't expect your **** luck to be so strong, even I'm a little envious, I wonder how many lines of ancient golden pill you made out of it?" Huo Lingshengzi looked at the ancient golden pill provocatively in his hand. The slightly pale Ye Chenfeng showed a hint of sarcasm.
"How is Fire Spirit? Do you think you are holding the winning ticket?" Ye Chenfeng coldly glanced at the Fire Spirit Son and said lukewarmly.
"Of course, I was the first to make the eight-line Bodhi Dao Pill. Who do you think can win me in the rematch?" Sacred Son of Fire said with a look of pride.
Although his arrogant words have caused many Rank 9 pill refining teachers to be dissatisfied, the eight-line Bodhi Dao Pill he made is indeed unmatched, and all the pill refining teachers dare to speak out.
Take the expressions around you into your eyes, the smile on the face of the Holy Spirit Son is thicker, and continue to provoke: "Okay Feng Chen, do n’t hide it, let us all look at it, you ca n’t help yourself Refining the ancient Dao Jindan to produce a few lines of quality, not only one line. "
"Hey, the frog at the bottom of the well is the frog at the bottom of the well. After refining an eight-pattern Bodhi ancient Dao Pill, it feels invincible in the world, which is ridiculous!" Ye Chenfeng shook his head, and the corners of his mouth were slightly warped, revealing a trace of irony: "I am I do n’t want to tell you, I made a nine-grain ancient golden pill. "
"What ..."
Looking at Ye Chenfeng pinched at the tip of two fingers, winding the ancient Tao Jindan with nine mysterious patterns, not only the Holy Spirit Son is stupid, but all pill refining teachers including Jiao Yuyan are also dumbfounded. Some noisy Heavenly Fire world suddenly became silent.
Everyone ’s eyes are attracted by the Ye Chenfeng two-finger tip, which seems to be attracted by the magical nine-grain ancient road golden pill.