The Path to Immortality

In comparison, the progress of the gray-robed monk was much slower.

Although he was skilled in alchemy and had reached the level of a senior first-level alchemist twenty years ago, he had mostly used the ground fire and fire control array in the alchemy room to make pills in previous years, so he was indeed a little unfamiliar with alchemy with spiritual fire.

It would have been fine if he had been steady and cautious before, but now he was a little anxious and made minor mistakes.

And the hasty fine-tuning of the pill formula magnified this mistake to a certain extent.

"Bang~"

The sound of the alchemy furnace exploding came from the furnace.

Although the damage was not great, this furnace of Ziyang Pill was considered useless.

Smelling the burnt smell in the air, the gray-robed monk's face suddenly became ugly.

Although there was still one chance and he would not be eliminated directly, his mentality was inevitably a little unbalanced.

Looking at Fang Ping, who was steadily advancing the refining process and seemed to be unaffected by his own furnace explosion, a trace of hostility suddenly appeared in the gray-robed monk's eyes.

Although it is forbidden to attack in the secret realm this time, who can tell if it is just a slight disturbance?

When he went to the stone platform to select medicinal materials again, with the cover of turning around, the gray-robed monk's spiritual sense probed out and lightly swept towards Fang Ping.

This kind of exploration-like action, although obviously hostile, is definitely not an attack in normal times.

But for the alchemist who is fully committed to alchemy, it is no less than being suddenly disturbed, and there is a great possibility of accidents, thus refining failure!

However...

If it were another alchemist, the gray-robed monk might have succeeded.

But Fang Ping's spiritual sense is almost several times that of this gray-robed monk.

He just had evil intentions, and the moment his spiritual sense probed out, Fang Ping had already noticed something.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This is only the eighth level of the first round of the competition. Even if he disturbed his own alchemy, what can he do?

The mind of this gray-robed monk is a bit too dark.

However, since the other party is looking for death, Fang Ping doesn't mind fulfilling his wish. He released his consciousness, condensed but not released, protecting his whole body like an iron wall, just waiting for the consciousness of the gray-robed monk to hit him.

The next moment!

The gray-robed monk's body shook violently, and he almost screamed.

But he reacted quickly, and immediately reacted, forcibly swallowing the scream that was on the tip of his mouth.

After all, he was the one who did not follow the rules before. If he made a noise and attracted the host of the secret alchemy meeting, the other party would most likely be fine, and he would be punished instead.

He suppressed his shock and anger, looked at Fang Ping hatefully, and chose to take this loss.

After a little punishment, Fang Ping did not continue to attack.

Being in the secret realm of the Six Phases Alliance, he couldn't just break the rules and take action because of this little grudge. Moreover, even if he killed him, he would not get any actual benefits, but might give the host in the dark the impression that he would be vindictive, which was not worth it.

He just silently accelerated the refining of Shengyuan Pill.

Compared with the ranking in the alchemy meeting and the possible rewards, the little grudges with the unknown people are not worth mentioning!

Finally.

As the fragrance of the elixir from the alchemy furnace became more and more fragrant, the refining of Shengyuan Pill was nearing the end.

Fang Ping pinched a spell, then patted the lid of the alchemy furnace, stretched out his hands one after another, and separated five Shengyuan Pills in one breath!

Put the refined Shengyuan Pills into a bottle and put them into the secret compartment under the stone platform.

Then, Fang Ping put away the alchemy furnace, stood there leisurely, and waited patiently.

By the way, he observed the situation of other alchemists.

The progress of the gray-robed monk was originally second only to his own. But because of the failure of refining in a hurry, and his soul was injured to a certain extent, his refining progress became the laggard at this moment.

At least there are several alchemists who have made progress. Taking the opportunity to surpass this person, it can be said that he deserves it.

………

A moment later.

Perhaps the host in secret had already checked the elixir that Fang Ping had refined, the bronze door in front suddenly opened a passage for one person to pass through.

Amid the envy, jealousy, or admiration of other alchemists, Fang Ping strode into the passage.

After flying a hundred feet again.

In front of Fang Ping, the ninth level appeared.

Like the eighth level, there was no fork in the road to choose from. If you want to get through, you must use your alchemy attainments to pass the level.

As for the test of the ninth level...

Fang Ping glanced at the light curtain on the bronze door and was slightly surprised.

The mode of the ninth level returned to a simple question and answer. However, this time, the questions that needed to be answered actually involved some second-level alchemy knowledge!

If Fang Ping had not obtained the Evergreen Alchemy Book from the Taoist Cave of Fireworks, and had been distracted by meditation for several months after arriving at the Xianzhou Market, he might not have been able to answer it.

However, after a brief surprise, he noticed a line of small words below the question.

"The ninth level is an additional test. Those who answer it successfully will receive an extra bonus in the final ranking. Even if you fail to answer it, you can still enter the second level smoothly."

No wonder this level is so difficult!

Fang Ping immediately realized that if nothing unexpected happened, this ninth level should be the last level of the first round of competition.

He no longer hesitated, walked forward, sent out a little magic power from his fingertips, and quickly wrote his answer on the light screen.

Immediately, the bronze door opened with a bang.

Amid the eager or admiring gazes of Fairy Qingteng, Ancestor Heyu, and countless cultivators outside, Fang Ping strode into the bronze door and successfully advanced to the second round of competition!

……

After a moment of weightlessness.

The light in front of him reappeared, and Fang Ping looked around and found that he was already in another area in Danyang Secret Realm.

The situation here was similar to the Xiandanzhou Square before entering Danyang Secret Realm.

However, on the open field, there were at least hundreds of fire control arrays and spiritual furnaces of the same style for the alchemists who broke in here to use.

"Sure enough, there are only nine levels in the first round!"

While confirming his guess, Fang Ping also secretly looked at the people not far away.

His speed of breaking through the levels was already amazingly fast, but even so, there were still three alchemists who arrived here before him.

Obviously, there was not only one passage to the eighth level.

Among the three people, there was an old man with white hair and a youthful face, and a refined temperament; a beautiful woman with gorgeous clothes and a rather dignified temperament; and a young alchemist who looked about the same age as Fang Ping, but with a somewhat indifferent expression.

Seeing Fang Ping appear, the three people looked at him at the same time, probably considering Fang Ping as an opponent who was qualified to threaten them.

"In this Western Wasteland, there are indeed people who are better than you and there are higher things beyond you!"

After secretly noting down the situations of the three people, Fang Ping found a random place, stood with his arms crossed, and waited.

After about a cup of tea.

More and more alchemists passed the test and appeared in the square, making the quiet place gradually lively.

This wait lasted for two hours.

After more than fifty people, the number of cultivators who could complete the first round of competition and enter this place began to decrease rapidly.

In the end, even after waiting for a long time, only one or two people entered.

It can be seen that this alchemy association said that there were two rounds of competition, but in fact, 80% of the cultivators had been eliminated in the first round of trials.