Master of Beasts

"Shut up, under Master Tang's outstanding alchemy, you still dare to talk nonsense."

With a slightly distorted face, Cao Qing turned his head, and sternly said to Fang Bo: "You Liuyan Pavilion, that's what you do? Do you want to see Fang Hong die on the bed?"

Hearing this, Fang Bo couldn't help but feel a tinge of anger in his heart.

After all, he was also the overlord of one side, Cao Qing was only a third-rank alchemist, on weekdays, a small person of this level would not have the qualifications to talk to him, let alone criticize him in public.

If it wasn't for the dark energy in Fang Hong's body, and relying on Tang Chen to force it out, now Cao Qing's body would have been thrown into no one knows which street.

"Henry Henry..." Fang Qi hesitated to speak.

"It's okay, his method is just wrong." Henry Zhang shook his head indifferently.

"I was wrong?"

Unable to maintain the previous immortal demeanor any longer, Tang Chen smiled angrily and stared at Henry Zhang: "Can you turn a tripod with one hand?"

"Are you a sixth-grade alchemist?"

"There used to be an eighth-rank spirit emperor who was harmed by the black poisonous miasma and was left with only one breath. As a result, I rejuvenated with my skillful hands and saved his life with the method of rapid alchemy."

"Huang Mu, the spirit king of Heishongya, was seriously injured by someone. No alchemist could do anything about it. In the end, I arrived and brought him back to his peak."

"..."

Tang Chen's voice, like a cannonball, kept ringing in the room, and all the alchemists looked solemn.

Tang Chen is indeed capable, and his various deeds have made his reputation like a thunder in the world of alchemists, while Henry Zhang is just a brat, doubting Tang Chen is undoubtedly a bit ridiculous.

After the words were finished, Tang Chen took a step forward and asked forcefully, "How dare you say I'm wrong?"

"Wrong is wrong, it has nothing to do with my abilities."

Under Tang Chen's increasingly angry eyes, Henry Zhang turned his head and said to Fang Qi: "I want the materials you prepared, are you ready?"

"All right."

Bite his head, Fang Qi didn't dare to look into Fang Bo's eyes,

He lowered his head and stretched out his hand, and handed the silver plate in the hands of a person from Liuyan Pavilion to Henry Zhang.

He also broke the jar, and now, there is no turning back.

"What nonsense." A man who was obviously a big shot in Liuyan Pavilion had anger on his face.

"It's fine for these fifth-rank alchemists to mess around. Even the young pavilion master is messing around with him. It seems that he has too little experience and is careless in making friends." Uncle Han shook his head with a sigh.

"Poison pill, is it refined like this?"

With a low murmur, Henry Zhang spread out his left hand, and the fiery holy sun flames jumped up suddenly, while in his right hand, there was a blue-colored flame of life.

"Wow!"

While the flames were burning, the elixirs in the silver plate were all submerged into the two flames, and then quickly melted.

"Turning into a cauldron with one hand, how could it be!"

Shocked uproars came from the mouths of all the alchemists, their faces were full of disbelief, and Tang Chen's complexion was also slightly stiff at this moment.

Turning a cauldron with one hand is the symbol of a sixth-rank alchemist, so Henry Zhang can also perform it?

Fang Bo's mouth opened slightly, and in his heart, he was suddenly grateful that Henry Zhang was not driven out.

Although Tang Chen's current value is indeed much higher than that of Henry Zhang, but the latter is still young and far from reaching the peak.

If one day he becomes a seventh-rank alchemist or even stronger, Liuyan Pavilion may regret it too much.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, Henry Zhang stared at the front with serious eyes, Sheng Yangyan and Sheng Lingyan carefully approached the middle.

"Crackling!"

The melted pasty medicinal paste was constantly churning at the junction of the two flames, showing a faint sense of illusion.

The reason why poisonous pills are difficult to refine is that apart from the method of refining it, very few people know about it, and more importantly, the alchemist who makes alchemy must be able to use two kinds of pill fire at the same time.

This condition ruthlessly shuts out even those who know alchemy techniques.

After all, not all flames can get along with other flames like Sheng Lingyan.

"Poison...poison pill..."

Looking at the elixir that was about to take shape, Tang Chen's body trembled slightly, and his mind roared.

This is by no means an ordinary elixir, the medicine contains poison, and the poison does not lose its medicinal properties, just like the legendary poison elixir!

And the other alchemists sucked in the cold air in their mouths. Poison pills, this kind of pills that only exist in the legends of the alchemy world, actually wanted to show one in front of them?

This is a big event!

"Snapped!"

With a slight slap of both palms, Shengyangyan and Shenglingyan dissipated away, Henry Zhang let out a long breath, and the full elixir in his right hand exuded a fragrant and weird smell.

The audience was silent.

"It scared me to death." Fang Qi was paralyzed and almost sat down on the ground.

If Henry Zhang can't make it, then he will become a model of careless making friends in Liuyan Pavilion in the future.

Taking a deep look at the sluggish Tang Chen, Henry Zhang spread out his left hand, a burst of suction broke out, and the psychic mouse, which was jumping around, was sucked into the palm with a swish.

"Boom!"

With the infusion of Henry Zhang's spiritual power, the psychic mouse was bleeding all over in front of everyone, and then burst with a bang, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Seeing this, everyone turned pale with shock, especially the people in Liuyan Pavilion, cold sweat instantly spread all over their bodies.

They could see that Henry Zhang didn't do any tricks, but just paid a little bit of spiritual power into the psychic mouse, which resulted in this scene.

If it were Fang Hong, I am afraid the ending would be the same as this psychic mouse.

"I was wrong." Tang Chen's face was full of bitterness.

He thought that alchemy was superb, but Henry Zhang's actions undoubtedly slapped him severely.

However, there was no anger in his heart, but only gratitude.

If Fang Hong died because of his body explosion, not only Liuyan Pavilion would be with him forever, but even his reputation in the alchemist world would plummet and he would become the laughing stock of all alchemists.

"Impossible, impossible." The arrogance on Cao Qing's face disappeared, leaving only panic.

In her heart, Tang Chen was omnipotent, but this scene completely shattered her fantasy.

"Pavilion Master Fang, give this pill to the old Pavilion Master."

Henry Zhang threw it casually, and the elixir with a bit of enthusiasm fell into Fang Bo's hands.

"This..." Fang Bo hesitated, he was afraid that after putting this pill into Fang Hong's mouth, the latter would turn into blood mist like the psychic mouse just now.

"Poison pill can indeed restrain all dead energy."

Tang Chen seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden, and sighed: "To be able to see the formation of the poison pill with my own eyes, my old face is worth losing."

Gritting his teeth fiercely, Fang Bo stuffed the elixir into Fang Hong's mouth, and then used spiritual power to guide it into the former's body.

The eyes of everyone, especially the eyes of Liuyan Pavilion and others, were divided into nervousness, the body was extremely tense, and they dared not even breathe out.

After a while, Fang Hong's fingers moved slightly, his eyelids opened with difficulty, and a hoarse voice slowly sounded in the room.

"Little friend, what a good way."