Chapter 2080: Are you giving up?

Fryer!
Qiao Cheng never expected that this phrase, which was already very far away from him, would actually happen to him at this moment.
He is a ninth-level alchemy master with extremely rich experience in alchemy. Since he was promoted to a ninth-level alchemist, he has made countless times of alchemy, and there has never been a fryer.
He didn't think about it, at the most important international alchemy conference, he would fry the stove!
Although the pill furnace was not damaged due to quality problems, his face was completely darkened.
He could almost foresee that those who watched his alchemy from outside would definitely magnify this matter infinitely, and his reputation would become worse.
Because the ninth-level alchemist, most of the pill that he refines are high-level pill, and the elixir needed for high-level pill is hard to find.
Few people would be willing to hand over rare elixir to a fryer alchemist.
Qiao Cheng knew very well that although his third pot of pill was exploded, but only with the first two pots of pill he refined, he was able to advance.
However, there is no thought of joy in his heart.
At the same time, in the pill room where Wu Bai was located, he also began to refine the pill.
The method he used was almost exactly the same as Qiao Cheng. The only difference was that he did not rashly, but tried to be safe.
Soon he made three pots of pill, and all three pots of pill were successfully refined.
Although the Qingying Pill he refined did not have the highest quality, there were seven or eight top-quality pills, and the rest were medium- and low-quality pills.
It is worth mentioning that the number of Qing Ying Pills he refined was a few more than Qiao Cheng.
Staring at the Qing Ying Pill in the pill bottle, Wu Bai's eyes showed a look of satisfaction.
His alchemy strength was much stronger than what he had just shown, but he had hidden part of his strength.
Because he wanted to break out completely at the critical moment and humiliate Zhang Yi severely. Only in this way can he relieve his hatred.
"Zhang Yifeng, I hope you can advance, otherwise, I will be very disappointed!" Wu Bai coldly smiled and thought to himself.
At this time, in another pill room.
A very young and handsome man was dancing with his hands up and down, his fingertips blazing emerald green flames.
This emerald green flame seemed to be endowed with a soul in his hand, constantly jumping and changing into various shapes.
At the same time, he controlled his mind, and poured a portion of the elixir into the pill furnace in front of him, and began to melt.
This work was almost completed in an instant. After he melted the elixir, he suddenly divided the emerald green flame into several parts, with no deviation in the slightest.
Afterwards, he controlled the separated flames and wrapped the spirit medicine liquid melted into medicine liquid.
"Go for nothing!"
The man whispered softly a year ago, and then carefully controlled the emerald green flames, and began to scorch every elixir liquid.
With his actions, the magazine contained in the spirit medicine was burned into nothingness, and the spirit medicine became more and more pure.
"It's now!"
When the elixir was refined to a certain level, a flash of light suddenly appeared in the young man's eyes.
Immediately afterwards, he saw his hands change rapidly, and a set of pill formulas were played. The few drops of elixir liquid that had been separated seemed to be drawn by some kind of traction, quickly fused together, and spun at extreme speed.
"Condensation!"
The young man shouted again, and saw that the emerald green flame at the bottom of the pill furnace suddenly flourished, and the pill furnace was instantly enveloped in an emerald green flame.
After a while, the fragrance of the medicine overflowed, and a satisfied smile appeared in the young man's eyes, gradually reducing the fire.
After a while, the top of the pill furnace began to tremble violently.
Upon seeing this, the young man instantly removed the flame at the bottom of the pill furnace.
"Come!"
With the closing of the words, the lid on the top of the pill furnace flew up instantly, and twelve round and full blue pill flew out of the pill furnace, and landed firmly in the pill bottle that the young man had prepared long ago.
"Twelve, two top grade, two medium grade, and the rest are top grade, which is not bad."
Looking at the pill in the pill bottle, the young man showed a look of satisfaction in his eyes, and then he continued to plunge into the process of alchemy.
Just when everyone else started to refine the pill, in the No. 98 pill room, Zhang Yifeng still showed no signs of starting to refine the pill.
He still kept frowning and contemplative, and there seemed to be some problem bothering him.
Bai Li's eyes were full of anxiety. He wanted to wake Zhang Yifeng from his contemplation several times, but he was afraid to disturb Zhang Yifeng's thoughts, so he abruptly held back.
He thought that Zhang Yifeng would wake up from contemplation soon, but he did not expect that almost half of the time had passed, but Zhang Yifeng still maintained the appearance it had at the beginning.
He couldn't help feeling a little anxious.
"Junior Brother, wake up soon, if you don't wake up again, you will be eliminated!" Bai Li said inwardly.
At this moment, it's not just Baili, outside of the Danta, Baitu Tianhe's mood is even more anxious than Baili.
Zhang Yifeng participated in the competition, representing Manzhou, but also on behalf of his Baitu family. If Zhang Yijing can be famous at the alchemy conference this time, their Baitu family will also be famous in the world. This is a good thing that he will wake up in his dreams. .
However, half of this time was about to pass, and Zhang Yifeng did not move at all, which made his heart touch his throat.
Especially other alchemists, some have even completed alchemy, but Zhang Yifeng has not yet started.
Under tremendous worry and pressure, sweat dripped down his forehead.
"Zhang Yifeng, you start quickly, if you don't start again, it will be too late!"
Baitu Tianhe was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
In a corner, Linghu Nanruo gradually frowned when looking at Zhang Yifeng in the pill room.
Although she was very optimistic about Zhang Yifeng, and even had a foreboding that Zhang Yifeng would win the first place in this alchemy meeting, the scene before her made her feel nervous.
At this time, the entourage said to the side: "Young President, what is Young Master Zhang doing? If he doesn't start again, he will be eliminated."
Linghu Nanruo stared closely at Zhang Yifeng in the pill room, her eyes were full of inquiry, as if she wanted to see what Zhang Yifeng was thinking at the moment.
At this time, Zhang Yifeng's lines remained unchanged, which attracted the attention of many onlookers.
Almost everyone at the scene focused on Zhang Yifeng's body.
"This is the alchemist from Manzhou."
"It seems to be that Zhang Yifeng who is a little dragged!"
"He didn't make any movements? Is he giving up?"
On the high platform, Situ Wugu and others also noticed Zhang Yifeng's state, and they all frowned.