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Chapter 269

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"No, no, no … It can't be?"

Fang Yuanzi's words caused the martial artist who had asked to be dumbfounded. His face was filled with confusion.

Ignoring that martial artist, Fang Yuanzi said in a low voice, "Let me tell you now. The two sets of herbs beside the cauldron are for refining the Essence Condensing Pill!"

"Essence Condensing Pill!"

Fang Yuanzi's words caused a commotion in the entire Elixir Martial Plaza.

"They're actually refining the Essence Condensing Pill!"

"The Essence Condensing Pill is a third-grade elixir. Isn't the Sacred Institute's examination too strict?"

"That's right. Only the Sacred Institute's examination is so insane. In the Alchemy Martial Outer Court, as long as one can refine an inferior-grade Essence Condensing Pill, it will definitely attract the attention of those elders, let alone refining a middle-grade Essence Condensing Pill.

"This time, a lot of people are probably going to be eliminated …"

Knowing that they were going to refine the Essence Condensing Pill, the eighty martial artists on the stage were half happy and half worried.

Some of the third-grade Alchemy Masters were naturally the happy half.

As for the Alchemy Masters who had yet to reach third-grade, they had long faces, almost showing despair.

To them, refining the third-grade Essence Condensing Pill was harder than ascending to heaven.

"What's there to be afraid of? Anyway, the Sacred Institute will recruit 30 Xiantian stage martial artists. I don't believe that 30 out of 50 Xiantian stage martial artists can refine a middle-grade Soul Solidifying Pill." Suddenly, a Xiantian stage martial artist muttered.

Swoosh!

Although this martial artist's voice was very, very low, Fang Yuanzi's sharp hearing still heard it.

In a flash, Fang Yuanzi appeared in front of this Xiantian martial artist.

Looking at this Xiantian martial artist, Fang Yuanzi did not lose his temper. Instead, he said calmly, "You're very well-informed. That's right, the Sacred Institute initially planned to recruit 30 Xiantian martial artists, but …"

At this point, Fang Yuanzi changed the topic and continued, "I just received a piece of news. A piece of news that's very bad for you.

"Dean Dongfang personally said that every round has to strictly follow the examination requirements. Those who don't meet the requirements will be eliminated immediately!"

Hearing this, this Xiantian martial artist's face turned pale.

He was a peak second-grade Alchemy Master, ranked tenth on the Innate Combat Ranking.

He originally thought he could enter the Sacred Institute, but now it seemed that his chances were very slim!

"Don't just stand there. You only have an hour."

Looking around, Fang Yuanzi announced loudly, "I hereby announce that the countdown starts now!"

Huala!

As soon as Fang Yuanzi finished speaking, fifty Xiantian Realm martial artists moved and appeared beside the stone table in the blink of an eye.

Among these Xiantian Realm martial artists, only about half of them were Third Grade Alchemists.

And among this half, there were quite a few Third Grade Early-stage Alchemists.

For an early-stage Grade 3 Alchemist, being able to refine a Soul Condensing Pill was already not bad, let alone refining a Middle Grade Soul Condensing Pill.

Therefore, they did not dare to waste any time.

There were two sets of medicinal ingredients. Since the first set failed, there was still a second chance!

Comparatively speaking, True Martial Realm martial artists were much better.

After a minute, the True Martial Realm martial artists also flashed and started refining the Soul Condensing Dan.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the next moment, Xiao Yu and Sikong Ling's figures flashed out and started preparing to refine the medicinal pill!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Before long, Zhang Zhaozhong and Ouyang Yuan also rushed to the stone table.

Xiu! Xiu!

After another five minutes, Sha Xingtian and Sha Potholder also instantly moved and flew towards the stone table.

Until now, there were still three people who had not refined the Soul Condensing Dan.

Wen Yi, Wen Pi, and Ning Yue!

The reason why Ning Yue did not go to refine the medicinal pill was because he was more engrossed in his cultivation and forgot about the time.

As for Wen Yi and Wen Pi, they saw that Ning Yue did not go, so they did not go either.

"Big Brother, that kid Ning Yue did not go to refine the medicinal pill. Is he playing some trick?" Wen Pi said in a deep voice.

"It's hard to say, let's wait a little longer." Looking at Ning Yue, Wen Yi said.

Wen Yi and the rest were afraid of Ning Yue. Ning Yue did not go to refine the medicinal pill. In their opinion, it was very likely that he was scheming against them.

Sha sha!

Ten minutes later, Wen Yi and Wen Pi were still very calm.

Fifteen minutes later, seeing that Ning Yue had no intention of starting, Wen Yi and Wen Pi panicked.

Half an hour passed!

Wen Yi and Wen Pi's faces became very ugly, extremely ugly.

Both of them were late-stage third-grade alchemists. Generally speaking, refining the Soul Condensing Pill was not difficult.

However, they needed at least twenty minutes to refine the Soul Condensing Pill. Without twenty minutes, it was very likely that they would not be able to refine the Soul Condensing Pill!

Pa!

At this moment, a True Martial Realm martial artist in the distance fiercely slapped the alchemy furnace. Suddenly, a medicinal pill flew out.

The medicinal pill was formed!

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

Following that, there was the sound of several palms slapping the alchemy furnace. Several Soul Condensing Pills burst out from the alchemy furnace.

These Soul Condensing Pills, most of them were middle-grade medicinal pills. Only a few of them reached high-grade.

Of course, there were two or three of them that barely reached low-grade.

Those who managed to refine mid-grade and above beamed with joy.

The martial artists who had successfully refined the Low-Grade Essence Condensing Pill immediately started to refine the second furnace!

Swish!

After another minute, Ning Yue suddenly opened his eyes.

"F * ck, so the alchemy assessment has already started."

Seeing that many martial artists had already started refining the Soul Condensing Pill, Ning Yue's expression was a little exaggerated. He could not help but curse.

"The two of you didn't refine medicinal pills either?"

Looking at the Wen Yi brothers not far away, Ning Yue said, "Oh right, you two are fourth-grade alchemists. Fifteen minutes is enough for you to refine a batch of Soul Condensing Pills."

"Since that's the case, I won't keep you company. After all, I'm not a fourth-grade alchemist."

Swoosh!

After that, Ning Yue's figure burst out. In an instant, he was in front of the stone table. Holding the alchemy furnace with his right hand, he threw the medicinal ingredients into the furnace with his left hand and started refining the medicinal pills!

Chi!

Wen Yi felt a dull pain in his chest and a fishy taste came from his throat.

Swallowing the fishy taste, Wen Yi said coldly, "There's still twenty minutes left. Hurry up!"

Swish! Swish!

Wen Yi rose from the ground and raised his speed to the limit. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the stone table.

Time was tight. Wen Yi did not stop and started refining the Soul Condensing Pill.

Bang!

However, after a minute, a crisp sound was heard. Wen Yi's face was ashen.

Pill explosion!

As he was not prepared and he was in a rush, Wen Yi's first batch of Soul Condensing Pill ended with the explosion of the pill after a minute.

"Damn it!"

Cursing in his heart, Wen Yi took a deep breath and tried hard to calm himself down.

Three minutes. After spending three minutes, Wen Yi finally calmed himself down completely.

After calming down, Wen Yi started refining the second batch of Soul Condensing Pill!

Pa! Pa!

Pa! While Wen Yi was refining the Soul Condensing Pill, the crisp sound on the stage was endless. Soul Condensing Pills were being refined continuously.

In the blink of an eye, fifty-five minutes had passed.

There were only five minutes left before the one hour deadline!

Up until now, out of the eighty martial artists who participated in refining the Soul Condensing Pill, seventy had completed the assessment.

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