Urban magic doctor

Boom.

There was an explosion from the alchemy furnace, black smoke was emitted, and a burnt smell wafted into the air.

Wei Hu was sweating profusely, standing next to the alchemy cauldron, his whole face slumped, and he stood there stupidly.

After three chances, he failed to refine it even once.

You must know that in his usual training, he has achieved a success rate of 70%, which can be said to be a reliable test.

But today, the Yuan Zhen Pill was not refined.

Not only Wei Hu was stunned, but everyone else was also stunned and felt unbelievable.

"Wei Hu, didn't you say that your success rate is 90%? It seems that you don't usually tell the truth."

Alchemist Yao showed displeasure and said solemnly.

The devastated Wei Hu came to his senses and quickly explained to Alchemist Yao: "Alchemist Yao, I...although I am exaggerating a little, I really achieved a 70% success rate. Today was an accident, I don't know why, I can't Mobilize the power of spiritual consciousness. Just now, whenever my spiritual consciousness moved, my whole mind felt blank. I..."

"Okay, shut up."

Alchemist Yao looked sulky and said in a deep voice, "You mean, are you talking about the assessment of alchemy apprentices? Is anyone making things difficult for you?"

Wei Hu said hurriedly: "I didn't say that Master Yao..."

"Back off!"

Alchemist Yao shouted sharply, obviously angry.

Wei Hu did not dare to say any more and quickly bowed and retreated. His whole body was completely drained of energy and his mind was filled with questions.

"Wei Hu, it's okay, there will be another chance."

"You are just not in good condition today. You will be able to do it next time."

Seeing Wei Hu coming down, his companions rushed forward to comfort him.

However, Wei Hu didn't listen to a word. He kept thinking about why the power of spiritual consciousness seemed to be suppressed by some force.

He was unwilling to give in and tried to mobilize the power of his spiritual consciousness.

Unexpectedly, after this trial, the power of spiritual consciousness actually recovered.

He was so excited that he quickly said to Alchemist Yao: "Alchemist Yao, please let me do it again. My spiritual power will be restored again."

Alchemist Yao glared at Wei Hu and said angrily: "This is the alchemy apprenticeship assessment. Do you think it is child's play? If you disrupt the order again, get out of here immediately. As a punishment, you will never be able to participate in the alchemy apprenticeship assessment."

Wei Hu shrank his head and had to close his mouth depressedly.

Chen Yang glanced at Wei Hu and smiled to himself: "Haha, I asked you to show off, now you know what the consequences will be."

Alchemist Yao ignored Wei Hu and continued the assessment.

After that, two more people passed the assessment, and it was the turn of the last person, Liao Zhengsong.

Master Yao glanced at Liao Zhengsong, shook his head, and then put down the record book in his hand. He obviously thought that Liao Zhengsong could not pass the examination, had no hope for him, and did not even bother to take notes.

"Liao Zhengsong, after today, you can no longer study in the Rune Guild."

"You can't practice. If you leave the Rune Guild, you will have to do hard work from now on. Others will think you are weak."

"You have no future in this life, you are finished."

Everyone looked at Liao Zhengsong walking out and ridiculed him.

Wei Hu frowned and murmured: "It's really shameful that he failed the test like this kid. However, it was an accident for me this time, but he will never become an alchemist in his life."

Thinking of this, Wei Hu felt better, regained his proud expression, and looked at Liao Zhengsong teasingly.

Liao Zhengsong looked a little nervous. When he walked to the ground fire, Su Ping shouted: "Zhengsong, come on, I believe you can succeed."

"Um."

Liao Zhengsong turned his head and nodded to Su Ping, unable to hide the worry in his eyes.

Next, Liao Zhengsong began to refine elixirs.

The first time, he refined it according to the conventional method, and only three useless pills came out.

Seeing this, everyone laughed again.

Master Yao began to pack his things and decided to wait until Liao Zhengsong failed three times before he immediately went upstairs to report today's assessment results to the president.

"The control of fire just now was a little bit bad. I refined the pill too few times and my spiritual consciousness was not strong enough. I was still unable to fully integrate the power of the medicine."

Liao Zhengsong looked solemn, summed up the reasons for the failure, took a few deep breaths, and started his second attempt.

This time, he still used the conventional method to refine Yuan Zhen Dan.

Although there was some progress, what he got was still four waste pills, which was still a failure.

"Haha, Liao Zhengsong, you can't succeed."

"If the pines are loose enough, the alchemy will collapse."

"A poor guy actually wants to become an alchemist."

Although those children from rich families also failed, they found a sense of superiority in Liao Zhengsong.

Alchemist Yao sighed and said to Liao Zhengsong: "Your family is poor, so it is really not suitable for you to take the path of alchemy, unless you become an alchemy apprentice and can get funding from the guild."

"It's a pity that you can't pass the test. There is one last chance. After it's over, you go to the front desk to get three pieces of purple gold and say they were given to you by me."

Liao Zhengsong felt very uncomfortable about Master Yao's charity.

Even though he knew the other person had good intentions, he still felt humiliated.

Is my life really over?

If you can't become an alchemist, what else can you do?

No, it must succeed, this is the last chance!

Liao Zhengsong took a few deep breaths, and after calming down, his mind raced, thinking about how he could successfully refine the Yuan Zhen Pill.

He glanced at Chen Yang and hesitated whether to use that method.

However, perfecting the elixir recipe is not that simple.

That person just looked at it casually and then proposed improvements to the recipe. Can the success rate really be increased by 30%?

This is simply unbelievable, but I have no other choice.

"Liao Zhengsong, don't waste time, make the elixir quickly."

Wei Hu shouted impatiently. He wanted to see Liao Zhengsong embarrassed and expelled from the Rune Guild. From then on, he would be miserable for the rest of his life.

"Believe in him and hope it will succeed."

Liao Zhengsong gritted his teeth and made a decision, took out the fire thorn from the many materials, and then returned to the alchemy cauldron.

"Fire thorns are not needed to refine the Yuan Zhen Pill. What is he doing?"

"Did he mistake Fire Thorns for Fire Cloud Wings?"

"How is it possible? Didn't he use it correctly just now?"

"Is he crazy? He plans to use his last chance to waste enough materials from the Rune Guild."

Everyone looked at the fire thorn in Liao Zhengsong's hand with puzzled expressions.

Alchemist Yao frowned and opened his mouth, but in the end he did not speak. He shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment.

Under the various gazes of everyone, Liao Zhengsong began to refine the elixir seriously.

Everyone laughed when they saw that he put in purple grass instead of blood ganoderma first.

They determined that Liao Zhengsong gave up his last chance to pass the examination, and his current method of refining the Yuan Zhen Pill was completely nonsense.