In the bronze tripod, a golden pill emerged.

There are no more impurities on it.

This time, the Huangji Pill refined by Ye Qing is extremely sure that it can become the best.

Ye Qing's strong true energy power is still being exported, trying to further expel the impurities in the Huangji Pill.

Among the thirty-six alchemists, Ye Qing's cultivation is actually not high.

It's just the fifth level of Zhenwu.

There are many outstanding young alchemists, all powerful people in the imperial martial arts realm.

When they refine alchemy, they theoretically have more advantages.

Because the true energy in the body is stronger.

However, for Ye Qing, the disadvantage of cultivation does not exist at all.

Time passes.

Ye Qing is still constantly refining elixirs.

Two hours passed.

The true energy in Ye Qing's body was almost at its bottom.

In the bronze tripod, the golden pill bloomed with dazzling golden light.

There is also an attractive elixir fragrance that continues to spread out.

The top-grade imperial elixir is ready to be released.

Ye Qing's entire alchemy process is very silky.

No mistake at all.

The recipe for Huangji Pill was originally created by Ye Qing himself.

Therefore, Ye Qing is very familiar with Huangji Pill.

There is no possibility of error.

Seeing the elixirs in Ye Qing's bronze tripod, the other alchemists in the alchemy square were filled with shock.

Ye Qing's talent is too strong.

He can be said to be a genius in the alchemy world.

In just two hours, a top-grade imperial elixir was refined.

Moreover, it seems to be a rare imperial elixir.

The difficulty of refining is probably greater than that of the common imperial elixirs.

"Young Master Ye, that's a good thing!"

Wang Yuyao was happy for Ye Qing.

She knew that Ye Qing’s goal was to win the championship in the alchemy competition.

Now, Ye Qing has refined the top-grade imperial elixir at an extremely fast speed.

It is indeed very likely to win the championship.

Even Duan Rui, the genius of the Duan family, and Li Hong, the genius of the Temple of Destiny, may not be able to achieve Ye Qing's achievements.

On the rostrum, Duan Zhenghun's face turned gloomy.

There was a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

Staring at Ye Qing's location.

He also glanced at Wang Zhentian, the head of the Wang family.

Duan Zhenghun really didn't expect that his visit yesterday was useless at all.

Ye Qing's sharpness was not concealed at all.

Not low-key at all.

Just want to win the championship!

"Wang Zhentian, what are you doing? Do you still dare to compete with my Duan family?" Duan Zheng sneered in his heart.

"Ye Qing, no matter how good your performance is, you will never win the championship! Don't forget, the president's referee is me!" Duan Zhenghun's mouth outlined a cold arc.
Chapter completed!