Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Smelling the scent, Qin Ming stood up, sniffed the scent, and said, "I'm done? Hmm...Three high-grade God-Gathering Pills, not bad."

"Get up, get up and give up quickly! End early and go back to bed early." The white-shirted old man glanced at Qin Ming sideways and said.

He didn't want to come this time. There is no suspense at all in this kind of competition. If it weren't for the order of the venerable, even if the leader asked him to come, he would not come.

Let's start the third game quickly and end this farce sooner.

"I haven't started to refine the pill! If you want to go back to sleep, go back to sleep!" Qin Ming said with a light smile.

"Huh..." Of course the old man in white shirt would not really go back to sleep. If he left now, he would lose the third match.

"Forgot to bring an alchemy furnace. There should be an alchemy furnace here, right?" Qin Ming touched his space ring. He found an embarrassing thing. He didn't have an alchemy furnace.

After all, he usually refines alchemy, so he can do it in the void, and he doesn't need an alchemy furnace.

As for the competition, he didn't take it seriously, and he didn't prepare. Only then did he remember that he didn't have an alchemy furnace.

"Yes." The referee gave Qin Ming a weird look, waved his hand, and said loudly, "Bring him up an alchemy furnace."

There were two strong men nearby, carrying a stone pill refining furnace, and stepped onto the platform and placed it in front of Qin Ming.

"Yang Quan, what's the matter with this person, he doesn't even have a pill refining furnace, so he came to fight pill. It's really funny." The Third Young Master of You Family smiled disdainfully and said.

Yangquan frowned, thinking about something. Hearing the question, he replied: "I seem to have seen this person somewhere, so familiar."

"Have you seen this person?" The Third Young Master of You Family was taken aback for a moment and said, "Then who is he and where have you seen him?"

"I don't remember, I always feel that this person is very familiar and important to me, but I just can't remember where I saw it.

And, I'm sure, I don't have any impression of this person's face. "Yang Quan frowned, thinking about it carefully.

At such a young age, he had such a high level of martial arts cultivation. If he had seen it, he would have a deep memory, but now his memory is blurred and he can't remember it at all.

On the battlefield, Qin Ming clapped his hands and said with a smile: "You refine the God of Focus Pill, then I will also refine the God of Focus Pill."

After speaking, Qin Ming didn't warm the furnace, waved his hand, and directly put Lingzhi into the alchemy furnace.

Gently put his hand on the alchemy furnace, and instantly, a huge flame rose in the alchemy furnace. The flame was blood-red, large and small, and very unstable.

"To sensationalize, so if it can be refined into God-Gathering Pill, I will eat the alchemy furnace." The white-shirted old man felt that this was a farce. Thinking of himself as a dignified pill saint, he played such a farce. What a waste of time.

"Eh... in the last match, the old man of Huayu Sect made alchemy, and he nodded his head, this match..." An alchemist in the audience shook his head when he saw Qin Ming's movements.

"Isn't it? If I can train into a God-Gathering Pill like this, then I will be a Pill God. I can see everything about cooking, so I will definitely not make alchemy. It's really a cow chewing peony." A warrior dressed as a cook, disdainfully said.

"Forget it, forget it, just treat it as a joke!" Someone shook his head.

Seeing Qin Ming's alchemy method, everyone shook their heads. They had never seen such alchemy before, and felt that this was not alchemy, but jokes.