Longevity: Start with your own wine-making technique

Long Yuyao gritted her teeth. She couldn't give him the spiritual medicine at this time. She could only bite the bullet and continue to refine.

She knew that she would lose this round. She could only pray that the old ancestor Fentian suddenly made a mistake and failed to refine the pill.

As Long Yuyao began to refine the pill, the remaining alchemists with fewer spiritual medicines could only grit their teeth and continue to refine.

The time to collect spiritual medicines was too short. Without killing people to rob treasures, most alchemists could not gather the spiritual medicines for a pill formula.

Especially the poor alchemist who gave all his spiritual medicines to the genius with the same surname. He only had garbage spiritual medicines that were obviously useless, and they were in the single digits.

What could he refine?

With bitter faces, they could only throw the single-digit spiritual medicines on the table into the alchemy furnace, ready to break the jar.

In fact, a few miscellaneous spiritual medicines thrown into the alchemy furnace can make pills, but this kind of pill made by random refining has no medicinal effect and may even be poisonous.

For them, it was no problem to make the pill, but they would not be able to pass the exam.

At this time, everyone had already started to make pills, but Long Xuan stood out from the crowd and sat there with his eyes closed, which was out of tune with the people around him and attracted the attention of all the judges.

All the judges frowned slightly at this time.

"The number of spiritual medicines he has is far less than that of Feng Jiu and Qin Dan. He is sure to lose this round."

"I hope he doesn't fall asleep. There is only one day to make pills. If he exceeds the time limit, he will get zero points." Feng Tiancheng sneered.

"What do you mean there is still one day to make pills? You must have remembered it wrong. They came out early. To be precise, everyone has three and a half days to make pills."

"It's still early now, let him sleep for a while, he may be tired." Long Xiaoyao thought of Long Xuan's previous message that he needed time, so he said sarcastically.

"Hmph! So what if we give him three more days? Three days will allow him to increase the number of spiritual medicines. I want to see how much more he can do."

Feng Tiancheng showed disdain, looked at Long Xiaoyao and said, "Since you are so confident in him, how about we gamble again?"

"Let's bet on five of our own top-grade Gu worms. It's the same old rules. The alchemist with the highest score will be the winner."

Feng Tiancheng felt that he had a sure win in this round, so he immediately proposed a bet. People who lose in gambling often want to get their money back. The more they lose, the more they want to gamble. At this time, he wanted to get back the five top-grade Gu worms he had lost before.

However, thinking that Long Xiaoyao would not agree to this losing bet, he immediately said:

"You should understand that if an accident occurs in the medicine world, the time for refining the pill can be three days or one day, which is acceptable. The final right of interpretation belongs to me."

"I think most judges will not be willing to wait for three days. If you agree to this bet, then I will reluctantly agree to increase the time for refining the pill to three days."

Long Xiaoyao glared at him. Which eye of his could see that he was confident about this round? The Long family was clearly doomed to lose this round.

He really knows how to pick opportunities and propose a bet in a game that is sure to win. Does he really think he is stupid and would accept such a bet?

But thinking of what Long Xuan said in his ear before, he hesitated for a while.

Although Long Xuan's chance of winning is extremely low, the victory or defeat of this alchemy competition is too important to the Long family, and it even concerns the survival of the entire family.

Even if there is less than one in ten thousand chance of winning, he still wants to fight for it at all costs. What if a miracle happens?

Whatever, the five top-grade Gu worms were not his, but he won them. Even if he lost them, he could just give them back. He would not suffer any loss.

With this in mind, Long Xiaoyao decided to gamble immediately. He turned his head and looked at Feng Tiancheng and sneered:

"You still want to gamble with me? You lost five of my own Gu worms before. Are you sure you still have five? Don't give me nothing for nothing."

Seeing Long Xiaoyao taking the bait, Feng Tiancheng was secretly happy and immediately said: "As the chief alchemist of a country, am I a person who lacks money? Isn't it easy to refine more than ten of my own Gu worms?"

"Don't talk about me. You must have super With more than ten top-quality Gu worms, you and I are equally famous, so how can my collection be worse than yours? "

Long Xiaoyao teased: "Of course I know your wealth, but no matter how rich you are, if you lose ten life-definition Gu worms, you will become a waste, right?"

"I heard that you have many enemies. You will become a waste by then, so you must be careful when walking at night."

"Don't bother with that. Do you really think I can still lose this game? I want to make up for it this time." Feng Tiancheng clenched his fists.

Thinking of the five life-definition Gu worms he had lost before, he felt heartache.

In the Tianfeng Empire, the Phoenix Emperor is the strongest on the surface, but the Phoenix Emperor is old, and his life span is not much left. His blood has long been exhausted, and his combat power has long been reduced to one tenth.

So the strongest man in the Tianfeng Empire is actually him, but he happened to lose five life-definition Gu worms in a bet with Long Xiaoyao before, resulting in a significant drop in combat power.

Unfortunately, the four evil men attacked at this time, and he, whose strength was severely damaged, could not be the opponent of the leader of the four evil men.

This led to the Black Mountain Old Man being left unchecked and injuring Queen Feng. The Feng family's strong men could no longer resist the offensive of the four evil men, and were eventually killed and defeated, leaving behind a field of Gu Kings, allowing the four men to escape with laughter.

Otherwise, with his prime state, how could the four evil men escape so easily?

Thinking of this, Feng Tiancheng was furious, and his intestines were green with regret. He sighed that gambling harmed people and the country, and he would never gamble again after getting his money back.

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At this time, in Long Xuan's spiritual world.

He looked at the paper in his hand that was made up by illusion magic, and he didn't know how to start.

He really didn't have many materials on hand, so even if he were asked to create his own recipe, he would still feel like he wouldn't be able to start due to the limitations of the materials.

So what if we create a new recipe? Will the elixir refined from the new elixir recipe be worth more than those two people?

Long Xuan was not very confident and had no confidence at all.

The heaven-defying degree of the elixir's efficacy must be related to the materials. If the materials are ordinary, it will be impossible to refine the heaven-defying elixir.

He has a bunch of elixirs in his hand that can induce strange phenomena, but which elixir has the main ingredient exceeding the tenth grade?

The Heaven-defying Pill, which can induce thunder disasters, uses the fruit of the only sacred tree in the world as its material.

With the elixirs he collected, it was impossible to create such a heaven-defying elixir. This was something worthy of recognition.

The problem now lies here. Since Fentian Patriarch and Qin Shan have a large number of elixirs in their hands, the overall quality of the materials selected when making elixirs will definitely surpass him by a lot.

The gap in material quality is too large and it is difficult to make up for it with prescriptions.

Long Xuan frowned and thought hard for a long time. Just when he was about to grow old with worry, his mind suddenly opened up and he came up with a brilliant idea.

The reason why he is at a disadvantage now is because the quality of the materials is quite different from that of his opponents.

What if I could make up for the difference in material quality? What if the quality of his elixir materials far exceeds that of his competitors?

Long Xuan's eyes lit up at this moment, and he suddenly thought who stipulated that elixirs must be used to make elixirs? Can I make elixirs without elixirs?

Of course, what if you use elixirs to make elixirs?

This idea is really good, it’s so creative.

The quality of the elixir must surpass that of the elixir. If the elixir can really be used as a material to make elixirs, then due to the influence of innate factors, the quality of the elixir produced will most likely be extremely high. It is not at all superior to Ancestor Fentian. Nothing is possible.

His idea at this time was to first refine the elixir in his hand into various types of elixirs, and then use these elixirs as materials to refine another elixir.

He gave this alchemy technique at least the name of combining alchemy techniques.

The technique of using spiritual elixirs to make alchemy is absolutely unprecedented in this world, and no alchemist has ever thought of it. He is a pioneer in history.

If this method can really be realized, and the elixir can be successfully refined using this method outside, it will surely shock all the judges and widen the eyes of all onlookers.

This method will also cause a sensation all over the world, and will form a new school of alchemy. Alchemy recipes based on spiritual elixirs will also spring up like mushrooms after a rain, and will be researched by all the talented alchemists.

Such an eternally famous thing made Long Xuan's breathing quicken, and he secretly sighed at how he was so smart, and how could he come up with such a wonderful alchemy method.

Long Xuan clapped his hands excitedly and took action immediately...

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At this time, outside, in a mountain forest.

"puff!"

The old demon-burial ghost was holding on to a boulder, vomiting blood, his eyes filled with horror.

"Damn it! How can this Fentian Patriarch be so strong! When my four evil men join forces, they are no match for this person! Is this the fighting power of the tenth most wanted demon?"

The old devil's face was ashen.

The four of them had just killed a hundred thousand forbidden troops and were walking freely in Tianfeng City where there were so many strong men. All the onlookers were shocked to see how high-spirited they were at that time.

But they didn't expect that not long after the four evil men escaped, they were beaten by Patriarch Fentian alone.

In the battle just now, two of the four villains were killed and two were injured. The old man from Montenegro and the white-faced scholar died on the spot. Only he and the jade-faced Rakshasa managed to escape.

However, the two of them were already seriously injured at this time, and he himself had an arm burned off by the sky fire, and most of the Gu insects were burned to death. At this time, his combat effectiveness had dropped to freezing point.

"Damn it! It's true that the strongest among the strongest. A person as strong as Ancestor Fentian can only be ranked tenth on the Gu world's most wanted list. Then what kind of person will be in the top nine?"

"What kind of figures were the top ten supreme beings in the previous life? Compared with this group of truly powerful people, I am simply a frog in the well. He was too arrogant and ignorant before."

There was a solemn look on the face of the Demon Burial Old Ghost, and he looked back worriedly. When he saw that Ancestor Fentian was not chasing him, he gritted his teeth, held back the severe pain in his body, and ran forward again.

Ancestor Fentian obviously didn't believe that the Enlightenment Tea Tree had been accidentally burned down. If he couldn't find the Enlightenment Tea Tree, he would not give up until he killed the two of them. (End of chapter)