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In the competition field, Fang Yu was practicing, but he didn't know that Wu Feng was already staring at him outside the field.

At this time, Fang Yu threw all the elixirs into the refining furnace, and then started refining.

Fourth-level medicine like Nascent Soul is easy for Fang Yu.

Throwing them into the refining furnace together, Fang Yu was confident in his ability to control his spiritual consciousness and could control these elixirs extremely finely.

While practicing 뀑, Fang Yu suddenly formed the 꿛 heart seal.

The 뀪 refining furnace serves as the base of the formation, and the formation is carved on it.

Soon, Fang Yu's actions attracted the attention of the monks outside the venue.

"What is this third-rate southern wasteland refiner doing?"

"He seems to be setting up a formation?"

Some monks were unsure.

Most of the people watching the battle here are practicing masters and are not proficient in battle tactics.

Wu Feng looked at Fang Yu in the field, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

"When practicing, practice well. Why are you setting up a formation?"

The trainer next to Wu Feng said.

"He's probably afraid that the furnace will explode."

As he said that, the two looked at each other and smiled.

녊While everyone was discussing.

A figure came to the scene.

Everyone shut up and said respectfully.

"Master Yan."

Even Wu Feng bowed respectfully and saluted.

Without him, this person is the current sect member of the Zhongzhou Sect, Yan Lan, a 궝-level refiner.

Not to mention that many of the monks present were like brothers.

Just talking about his identity as a 궝-level alchemist, how could he be disrespected by everyone?

This is an existence that stands at the pinnacle of alchemy.

When Yan Lan saw Wu Feng, she nodded lightly, and then looked towards the field.

"In this Tianjiao Conference, are there any interesting alchemists in the alchemy team?"

The alchemist next to him immediately replied.

"Master Yan, of course there are many geniuses gathering at this Genius Conference, but if you want to name an interesting person, you have to look at this one."

The alchemist pointed directly at Fang Yu.

Yan Lan looked over and saw Fang Yu setting up a formation.

There was a hint of interest in his eyes.

Wu Feng on the side added.

"This person is a refiner in Nanhuang. It's ridiculous to show off his skills at this refinement conference."

However, Yan Lan ignored it and watched Fang Yu arrange the formation.

Looking carefully, he actually saw the influence of several extremely clever condensation medicine techniques in Fang Yu's formation.

Even Yan Lan, who was watching from some sides, also had some insights.

Looking at it, Yan Lan couldn't help but be fascinated.

There were even a few things he didn't understand, which made him think deeply.

Wu Feng, who was standing next to him, saw that Yan Lan was obsessed with him, and an ugly look flashed in his eyes.

You must know that Yan Lan can be a 놆궝 level alchemist.

For him to appreciate it, is it possible that the refiner in the Southern Wilderness is really talented?

Amid everyone's attention, Fang Yu's formation was completed.

The moment the carving was completed, the spiritual energy from the sky surged into the furnace in front of Fang Yu.

In an instant, even the alchemists nearby paid attention to Fang Yu and couldn't help but be distracted.

Hu Chuan also looked at Fang Yu, with a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

It is ridiculous for a third-rate alchemist from the Southern Wilderness to try to take advantage of these heretical ways.

After Fang Yu finished carving the formation, he stopped, sat cross-legged on the original position, and began to close his eyes and rest.

땤Now it has been one stick of incense time since he started practicing 뀑.

There was still a lot of time ahead, so Fang Yu stopped immediately.

Many of the alchemists watching looked at each other with disbelief written all over their faces.

It takes just one stick of incense to complete the refining process?

"No, he really succeeded in refining it?"

It only took a stick of incense.

Many alchemists can't believe it. If they want to be real, their years of alchemy are nothing.

Is it a joke?

But he watched a wisp of purple energy rising slowly from the refining furnace.

The scene where the Nascent Soul is indeed refined.

But after refining, why is there still a steady stream of spiritual energy pouring into the refining furnace in front of Fang Yu?

Everyone does not understand, this is beyond the understanding of these alchemists.

Only Yan Lan's eyes were filled with brilliance.

The ingenious integration of formations into refining is truly amazing!

Yan Lan never thought that he would just come over and take a look and discover such a paradise.

A refiner next to him spoke.

"Impossible, it took him as long as a stick of incense, how could he succeed in refining it!"

These words caught Yan Lan's attention. Yan Lan looked at the alchemist and asked.

"You said it took him as long as a stick of incense?"

The alchemist didn't dare to hide anything and directly told Yan Lan the process.

Yan Lan heard that the refiner in Nanhuang in the field actually started refining Ning Ying half an hour after the beginning.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Is it possible to refine a stick of incense into 뀑?

From Yan Lan's perspective, it is certainly possible.

But even if he can refine the Ningying in one stick of incense, the quality will not be too high.

It is estimated that the maximum number of condensed infants that can be formed is three.

After all, if the time is too short, it will not be meticulous enough, and a lot of medicine will be lost.

The quality and quantity of the products will decrease accordingly.

Thinking about this, Yan Lan's opinion of Fang Yu in her heart dropped slightly.

"Young people should not waste elixirs just to show off their skills."

Yan Lan commented lightly.

In his opinion, Fang Yu's talent for training is absolutely superb, but his character is not good.

Show off your skills on such an occasion.

But Yan Lan's comments shocked the people around.

After all, Yan Lan said that Fang Yu was showing off his skills and wasting medicine.

He did not say that Fang Yu did not succeed in refining!

Wu Feng was shocked. He did not expect that this Southern Wilderness refiner could actually successfully refine the Infant Condensation in one stick of incense.

Let alone the quality, just looking at the speed, the other party's talent in refining the first rank is definitely top-notch.

Thinking of this, Wu Feng could not help but feel a haze in his heart.

If Fang Yu's talent in refining is really so strong, then it would be very difficult for him to snatch the Wu Yun spirit body from Fang Yu.

After all, Yan Lan was right next to him. If he suddenly became interested and wanted to take Fang Yu as his apprentice, then he would really have no chance with the Wu Yun spirit body.

The energy of a first-level refiner is even greater than that of a fusion-stage cultivator.

Although everyone was watching the game, their eyes were already focused on the Southern Wilderness refiner.

They were curious about whether Fang Yu's furnace had been refined, and what was the quality of the refined product?

Time passed quickly, and the deadline of an hour was reached immediately.

Many refiners stopped and sat cross-legged in front of their own furnaces, waiting for the start.

Hu Chuan also stopped. He looked at Mu Dongcheng and Fang Yu, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

Mu Dongcheng was still making the final effort at this time.

"Time is up."

As a bell rang, it indicated the end of the game.

Mu Dongcheng hurriedly put away his hands, and a wisp of purple smoke floated from his furnace.

He finally refined the Condensed Infant at the last moment of the game.

With the end of the refining phase, the most anticipated refining phase of everyone began.