Under the scorching summer heat, over a thousand alchemists in the arena were looking at the names and weights of the spiritual herbs on the paper like candidates. The names of countless kinds of spiritual herbs were constantly swirling in their minds with the help of their huge mental power.
It was obvious that he had already cultivated himself to be invulnerable to the cold and heat, but he was sweating profusely due to the heavy consumption of mental energy.
In this world without the chirping of cicadas, Lian Yiran was unable to distinguish the changes of the four seasons.
The alchemist who had lost his qualification outside the arena, like the spectators watching the excitement, pointed and muttered at those who were still thinking and writing.
In the arena, there is an extremely quiet magician with strong mental support. He can perform countless deductions in his mind without the need for paper and pen.
On the contrary, those who wrote vigorously wrote down various names of spiritual herbs, but after a while they sketched out and wrote down other names, and so on over and over again.
When she saw the name of the prescription, Yiran already knew it in her mind, not to mention the encyclopedia-like "Tao Zang" in her mind.
Even relying on his own accumulation, Yiran was still able to deduce that this prescription was only a fourth-level prescription.
The prescription was called "Ice Jade Spirit-Building Liquid". When Yiran saw that the first spiritual grass was the Spirit-Suppressing Grass, he understood that it was a potion to enhance mental power.
When he saw the two spiritual grasses named Shengling grass and Soul-breathing root, Yiran suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, which was very different from the "Soul-Forming Spirit Cleansing Liquid" that Zhao Yiyao refined to treat Senior Tang Ling. resemblance.
Therefore, the efficacy of this "Ice Jade Spirit Building Liquid" can be basically determined. As for the other required spiritual herbs, they probably won't differ too much.
If it weren't for the fact that the weight of the first spirit-suppressing herb was already far away from that of the "Soul Forging Spirit Cleansing Liquid", maybe the two prescriptions would have used the same spirit herb and its weight.
It's just that it's very possible that different people in different places gave different names after deducing the prescription.
After all, the world is so big and there are so many alchemists that it is unimaginable. It is quite possible for different people to develop the same potion and give it a different name.
Since the weight of the Spirit-Suppressing Grass is already different, all subsequent Spirit Grasses will only be different. It is even normal to say that the subsequent Spirit Grasses are not the same.
It's just that Yiran's starting point is already much higher than others, and he has his own ideas about the prescription of five-flavored spiritual herbs.
After a long period of silence, the martial spirit's voice once again spread throughout the arena.
"When the time is up, everyone should stop writing and concentrate their mental energy to carve their names on the silk paper. The results will be announced within one stick of incense after the silk paper is taken back."
Before the servant could reach him, many people participating in the competition had already begun to sigh.
As Song Tang said, if it is not an impossible task to complete a prescription that is so incomplete in one stick of incense, it is not that difficult!
Although these people did not withdraw from the competition like Song Tang and others, they still had no clue about this question.
Countless kinds of spiritual herbs that I have encountered so far in refining medicine are swirling in my mind, but I can't pick out one or two names among them and put them on the tip of my pen.
Just like those children who have never studied seriously, they also sit in class and study.
But I never had my own thoughts in my mind, I only knew the names that even I didn't know the meaning of.
Whenever exams come, I only recognize the names in the books. As long as the questions are different from those in the books, I become blind under the light.
Obviously everything is familiar, but in my heart it seems that I understand everything, and I don't seem to be sure about anything.
Even though I have been reminded that there are still two flavors of spiritual grass left, there are obviously more than a thousand names swirling in my mind, but I just can't find those two words that I can satisfactorily write.
Just looking at the dejected looks of those in the arena, Song Tang outside the arena let out a disdainful scold.
The alchemists behind Song Tang who had already wanted to leave had no concealment of their joking expressions on their faces, shouting loudly: "Let's go, let's go. It's okay not to participate in such a competition. It's just a joke."
Although he said this, after seeing that Song Tang did not turn around, he did not leave, nor did he feel embarrassed that his words and deeds were contrary to his words.
He could even continue to find a way out for himself, shouting:
"Hey, I am also an adult. No matter how good Lin Jiangcheng's hospitality is, we still have to wait until the results of this test come out before leaving."
"So that the sneaky people in Lin Jiangcheng will understand that it's not that we are not good at refining medicine, but that we don't want to join the same trap as people like Lin Jiangcheng who are just trying to gain fame!"
It's just that he spoke forcefully. After being given an indifferent glance by Song Tang, he stood there without saying anything more and waited hard for the time of a stick of incense to pass.
Although Song Tang is arrogant, he also holds the most sacred attitude towards the profound art of alchemy.
Even though Lin Jiangcheng's behavior made him somewhat disdainful, there were still many people who were calm and calm under the perception of his spiritual power. This made Song Tang have to think more and couldn't help but take a closer look. .
There are countless inside stories about how disgusting Lin Jiangcheng can make this Alchemist Competition, but there are really talented people who can complete the prescription.
A stick of incense passed quietly, and many people in the arena were whispering to each other about this incomplete prescription, constantly exchanging their insights gained from thinking about it within a stick of incense.
It's just that the more those who can discuss it enthusiastically, the harder it is for them to make any substantial progress, and the more they discuss it, the more confused they become.
When the voice of the martial spirit once again spread throughout the audience, everyone calmed down on their own initiative and looked hopefully in the direction of the high platform, even though it was difficult to see the martial spirit on the high platform clearly.
Outside the court, Song Tang quietly clenched his hands at this moment, showing tension that was difficult to conceal.
He prides himself on his powerful medicine refining skills, and his reputation today is based on his own knowledge and hard work. So if someone who can complete the medicine appears in the field today, how will Songtang deal with himself in the future.
Before, I was full of confidence that the five people could complete it, but when the end came, I started to get nervous.
"This prescription is called Ice Jade Spirit Building Liquid. The function of the liquid is to enhance spiritual power and magic power. In other words, it improves the magician's cultivation level."
"Of course, we in Lin Jiangcheng have already completed such a rare prescription that can improve your cultivation, so we can know the result of your competition at a glance."
Judging from his tone alone, this martial spirit was in a very good mood, but it was unclear whether it was because he had obtained the complete prescription or because the results of this test far exceeded expectations.
"Then I won't talk nonsense and I will announce the result directly!"
"There are two hundred and twelve contestants who wrote the correct name of Yiyi Lingcao first!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar, and many people were shaking their heads trying to find the guy who wrote the magic grass. Although the number of people only accounted for about 20%, there was still a chance to advance to the next level.
Many people in the venue were smiling, wondering if they had got the name of the spiritual grass right.
But what was incompatible with the atmosphere inside the stadium was Song Tang and others who were watching the competition from the outside. Behind them were the audience who kept applauding.
The louder their applause became, the more it seemed like a series of slaps on their faces.
The man next to Song Tang also felt extremely embarrassed, gritted his teeth and said fiercely:
"How can such a rigorous and profound calligraphy as alchemy be relied on guessing? What does it mean to make up for a spiritual herb? Can you still produce a normal potion if it is missing a spiritual herb?"
Those alchemists who felt shameless and disgraced today also kept echoing in twos and threes after hearing this, looking for reasons for their failure today.
Only Song Tang's clasped hands had his nails dug into his flesh, and the corners of his mouth were twitching from clenching his teeth too tightly.
After hearing that more than two hundred people could write the name of a spiritual grass, Song Tang already understood the consequences of today.
If just a few people or a dozen or twenty people wrote the name of the spiritual grass, then maybe the answer was guessed by chance.
But among the people who were ten times more than expected, even if half of them were right, there would still be three digits of people who wrote that name.
Maybe the number of people is really not that large, but as far as Song Tang is concerned, these half of them have proven their own strength and are stronger than Song Tang!
As a genius who reached the peak of Grand Mage at the age of thirty-nine and possesses fifth-level alchemy skills, Songtang Today is here to compete for the highest position.
But now this first step made him discover that there were hundreds of people in this Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger arena who were better than him.
This made Song Tang, a genius who claimed to be a genius and also recognized by outsiders, who had worked hard to immerse himself in alchemy for more than thirty years, and the pure Taoist heart he had condensed almost collapsed.
Just when Song Tang's bloodshot eyes were almost blurry, Wu Ling's words fell on his ears again.
"There are one hundred and thirty-five people who have completed the two-flavor spiritual herb!"
As soon as these words came out, Song Tang felt as if he was struck by five thunders, and all the energy and energy in his body were shattered by this blow.
His vision became blurred, his steps were unsteady, and his body swayed uncontrollably.
After a few breaths, Song Tang's mind finally calmed down, but he himself had lost consciousness and fell backward.
In the last bit of aura, he could only see a few people beside him, their faces so anxious that they stretched out their hands and rushed towards him.
Songtang was proud of his talent, and he went smoothly all the way whether he was practicing or refining medicine.
He, who has always been praised by others, is also passionate about alchemy, otherwise he would not have such achievements.
But it was because of that extreme love that when he heard that more than a hundred people had visions far beyond his own, not only was his pride gone, but his heart was also broken at the same time.
Because not only did the more than one hundred people understand alchemy better than he did, but most of them were younger than him.
Younger and better than himself, for a person who calls himself a genius, no matter how high he once stood, it hurts when he falls now.
If you can't cross this hurdle, let alone improve your medicine refining skills, your cultivation level may not rise but fall.
The genius who reached the peak of the Grand Mage at the age of thirty-nine, the genius who can be regarded as the pinnacle in countless principalities, is very likely to die.
The greatest tragedy in life is to be severely stepped on by others in the area where you are most confident or even arrogant.
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