How could there be such a pill?
Although sang Qingrou''s character is despicable, her attainments in alchemy are really high. Otherwise, she can''t defeat the last saint and become a medicine saint.
For thousands of years, the amount of pills she has refined is older than her age.
But sang Qingrou also knew that she could not go to the extreme on the road of alchemy.
In fact, the Holy Son in the past was a little better than her in alchemy. When they competed for alchemy, she made a small trick, which caused his alchemy furnace to burst and destroyed the seeds of the pill. Naturally, she could not refine the pill.
And the pill in the palm of the woman in purple
Sang Qingrou''s smile solidified on his face, and sweat rolled down on his forehead. He couldn''t say a word.
Xianjun''er stood beside her, gently pulled her sleeve and whispered, "master..."
Shouldn''t this competition rule be very simple for the master?
Like xianjun''er, who doesn''t have much practice in alchemy, the spiritual practitioners below can''t see any difference and are a little confused.
Pills or something, aren''t they all round?
How did sang Qingrou show a startled expression like a great enemy?
Don''t mention sang Qingrou, the look of medicine can''t stop suddenly.
He was surprised and looked at Huali: "disciple, this..."
Hua Li smiled and shook her head slightly: "I didn''t practice."
His alchemy is not as good as his medical skill, or even far worse.
Although it is much better than those talented alchemists, it is absolutely inferior to this one at present.
"God damn it!" the medicine couldn''t be more surprised. "Which elder refined it?"
He has practiced alchemy for hundreds of thousands of years, but he can''t refine it.
But he had seen this pill before, and he had seen it in heaven.
Can it be said that the double emperors of Tianyu calculated this matter well and left a pill specially?
This is too divine.
Medicine can''t be thought that he can''t refine it. It must be made by a powerful person who stepped into alchemy earlier than him.
Hua Li seemed to know the idea that medicine could not be in his heart. He smiled: "master, this pill should be refined by people in my world."
"Inferior face?" the medicine couldn''t shake his hand, pulled off a pinch of his beard and stared, "disciple, you don''t think your master is old and dazzled, so it''s easy to cheat?"
How could it be the lower side!
The Reiki concentration of the lower level is not enough to support the alchemist to refine such a pill.
No
Even if it is the total level, it is unlikely.
Although the Reiki concentration is enough, alchemy can''t reach that level.
At that time, Yao couldn''t be shameless to rub the alchemy of the female emperor of Tianyu after seeing the top divine pill he had never seen in Tianyu.
But he still couldn''t understand it.
When alchemy reaches a certain level, like spiritual cultivation and soul cultivation, you can only realize it by yourself.
"Master, I didn''t lie to you." Hua Li smiled shallowly. "I won''t admit my mistake for the smell of the world."
"Do you know this alchemist?" at this moment, the medicine can''t be anxious. "How old are men and women? Where are they now? Did they fly up?"
He knew that his disciple came from the lower side and should be a very strong lower side.
The alchemist who can refine this top divine pill can''t be poor in cultivation. It should also be illusory.
Hua Li nodded: "this is not clear. Master, you can ask Miss Jun later."
Miss Jun.
Not miss mu.
Not miss Rong.
"Eh?" the medicine couldn''t be stunned. "Do you know this girl, too?"
"Well," said Hua Li in a shallow voice, "Miss Jun was in my world before she came back."
"Hiss..." the medicine could not shake his hand again. He pulled off a pinch of beard again, which made him grin with pain.
What''s the matter? All the people he can see come from one place?
Is this place a cornucopia?
"I''ll solve sang Qingrou soon." the medicine can''t make a quick decision. "If you can''t solve her, I''ll kill her this time!"
He doesn''t need to be threatened by the Immortal Emperor now.
He can''t have a backstage!
See?
This is the daughter-in-law of the two emperors in the sky. He is their daughter-in-law
Almost superior master!
Yao can''t also know why Jun Mu Qian is angry with Sang Qingrou because he has.
The girl... He rubbed his eyes and touched the water stain there.
That''s great.
"How about it?" Jun Mu smiled on his shallow lips. "I didn''t mean to embarrass you, but let you refine a pill that exceeds the one in my hand."
Hearing this sentence, sang Qingrou covered her heart and couldn''t breathe for a long time: "..."
Didn''t mean to embarrass her?
It''s bullshit!
If she could refine this pill, would she be afraid that the pill would not work?
Moreover, it will take at least 10000 years of cultivation to refine such a top divine pill.
Even if she can practice, she won''t practice herself like this.
What a young man! He caught her!
I''m afraid this pill can''t be given to her.
It''s really useless to compete with other people''s things.
Thinking of this, sang Qingrou calmed down, sneered in her heart and asked, "who refined this pill?"
The whole audience was surprised at this remark.
Which elder?
What level of power does it have to be for a person who is called an elder by the medicine saint?
Jun Mu picked up her shallow eyebrow and saw what sang Qingrou was thinking. She was not polite: "you deserve to know her name?"
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She can''t bear it!
Sang Qingrou was very angry, but she was still patient: "I said earlier that it was a competition between me and you. You did this, but it was not in line with the rules."
"Rules?" Jun Mu''s shallow peach blossom eyes bent and smiled. "The rules are set by you. Why can''t you refine them and afford to lose?"
Sang Qingrou wanted to roar, and her hands were trembling.
The medicine can''t hear the smile.
That''s good. This girl is just like him. She has very high speech skills.
This time, sang Qingrou, who wanted to be sympathized by others, not only failed to get any benefits, but was ridiculed one after another.
"Although this competition method is somewhat different, you should be able to take everything according to the alchemy level of the medicine saint."
"Yes! Isn''t the alchemy of the medicine saint the strongest in the ten domains? Can''t it be... That you can''t refine it with such words?"
"I can''t say it straight. What are you doing in a roundabout way? I hate this kind of weird words."
In the eyes of many spiritual practitioners, every medicine saint is omnipotent.
I can''t even refine a pill. I''ll be a medicine saint.
In a few words, sang Qingrou damaged her reputation and reputation accumulated in thousands of fields for tens of thousands of years.
See you, ghost, come on!
Sang Qingrou was so angry that he was still at a loss.
She couldn''t understand how things turned out like this.
Obviously, there is no problem with what she said. Why do others look at her with such eyes?
What did she do wrong?
Although xianjun''er knew in advance, she didn''t know how to solve it. She had to stand where and was anxious.
Looking at this scene, xianlingyu frowned.
Again.
She didn''t do anything, just wanted to see if she could completely solve the human problem through sang Qingrou.
Unexpectedly, sang Qingrou has lived in the belly of beggars for so many years. She can''t even deal with a younger generation.
It seems that she still has to find another way.
However, xianlingyu has finally relaxed a bit, because the double emperors of the heaven have not come out yet.
This proves that the two Majesties do not recognize this human being as a young king.
Wait, she''ll be able to read jokes in a minute.
As for sang Qingrou?
Fairy jade looks pale, just an dispensable old woman.
The medicine saint is gone. You can choose again.
"Old man, old man..." Sang Qingrou bit her teeth and squeezed a sentence out of her teeth reluctantly. "I admit defeat in this competition!"
Although the spiritual practitioners were ready, they were greatly disappointed when they heard sang Qingrou say it himself.
The little girl just took out a pill and easily defeated your medicine saint. What are you doing if you don''t hurry down from the position of medicine saint?
"Admit defeat?" Jun Mu shook his hand, took away the pill, blocked sang Qingrou''s greedy eyes, hooked his lips and said faintly, "let''s have the second competition."
Seeing the pill, sang Qingrou hated her teeth itching, but said calmly: "I still don''t bully the small with the big. The rules of the second competition are still up to you."
She wants to establish a generous image, so that public opinion will still be on her side.
She won''t lose, and if she loses, she will still be honored.
Sure enough, after this sentence came out, all the spiritual practitioners nodded and expressed their appreciation.
"The medicine saint is worthy of being a medicine saint. Few people can compare this atmosphere."
However, things never go as sang Qingrou thought.
"There is no need for rules." Jun Mu''s shallow wrist bone, a purple whip in the palm, "go straight up, who lies down first will lose."
After a pause, his words were extremely arrogant and arrogant: "I''ll give you ten moves."
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