The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1423 Feng Shuhe: I want you to look good
"By the way, who do you think made the panacea that time, maybe it was also..."

Someone said this and made the surroundings quiet for a while, and the next moment, the sound of gasping for air was heard one after another.

"Hiss, this, don't say it's really possible."

"Can you get rid of the possibility? It's obviously made by the Seventh Young Master." This discussion was heard in the ears of Feng Shuhe, who had just succeeded in alchemy and was still a little proud. He only felt a burst of anger spreading from his heart. Fist, looking at Leng Wuyou, wishing to eat him.

He comforted himself in his heart, it is impossible for this kid to refine the pill, he is simply a fake alchemist, he doesn't even know the basic order of alchemy.

So he must be a fake, that's right, fake, all fake, when the time comes, he will definitely reveal the true face of this brat and make him the object of everyone's spurning.

He turned his head to look at the burning incense beside him. At this time, the incense had burned to two-thirds.

Obviously, in a short time, this incense will be completely burned out.

He looked at Leng Wuyou, this guy was still closing his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up triumphantly, hum, brat, I'll make you look good later.

In the alchemy furnace, 108 clusters of liquid medicine exude a faint fluorescence, suspended.

They don't interfere with each other, so peaceful.

When Leng Wuyou withdrew his consciousness little by little, all his consciousness gathered together, and when he slowly controlled the medicinal liquid back into the cage together, the medicinal liquid began to boil.

The medicinal liquids are boiling and repelling each other, but they have to blend together.

Leng Wuyou's eyes swished open, which startled everyone at that time.

Immediately afterwards, her fingers fluttered, and one by one dharma seals were struck from her fingertips like a vast galaxy, forming strange star symbols one by one, which were slowly spread out in front of her, like a scroll of stars.

The speed at which her fingers were flying was so fast that no trace could be seen.

The whole movement was smooth and flowing, inexplicably making people feel a very comfortable feeling, even though they couldn't capture the running frequency track of the finger movement at all.

However, that feeling moved and remained still, as if echoing them, making them all breathe involuntarily, as if all this combined heaven, earth and nature.

It seems that at this moment they have merged into the rhythm of alchemy.

When Feng Shuhe made alchemy before, he was alone, and everyone thought it was okay, but now after watching Feng Shuhe's alchemy, and then watching Leng Wuyou's alchemy, it felt like a child playing house, which was very boring.

There is even a feeling that there is no way to explain it, anyway, there is no comparison with Leng Wuyou's method of alchemy.

"buzzing"

The alchemy furnace kept trembling, and buzzing sounds resounded in the whole hall. Everyone held their breath and waited intently!
Leng Wuyou waved his hand like a butterfly wearing a flower, and raised his hand to pull stars one by one into the alchemy furnace. This situation only made everyone dumbfounded, and even wondered what kind of elixir he was going to make. , I'm afraid it's against the sky.

There is also an alchemy technique, my God, it is completely unheard of, and I am afraid that some alchemy masters will be shocked when they see it, and it is amazing.

Feng Shuhe's face was extremely ugly. He watched the stars falling into the alchemy furnace. The alchemy furnace hummed continuously, and he could feel the pills being formed in the alchemy furnace.

Even the power of the elixir was much stronger than the spirit elixir he had practiced, and the two were not comparable at all.

When the last star fell, Leng Wuyou's eyes sank, and he shouted, "Ning."

"Buzzing..." The alchemy furnace shook even more violently, and its top cover was directly lifted by a white jade-colored light beam.

At the same time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the purple thunder roared and rolled in the dark clouds, and the fearful might of the sky was suppressed brazenly.

Feng Shuhe's pupils constricted, his complexion suddenly changed drastically.

At this moment, Wang Jiayuan, who was shrunk aside, was even more wary, and directly fell to the ground.

His complexion was like that of the rapidly receding tide, and all his blood faded in an instant.

(End of this chapter)