Chapter 2082: Attention

Sixteen! What concept is this!
The average alchemist can only make 6 to 8 pills, that is to say, Zhang Yifeng refining one pot of elixir is equal to the number of other ordinary alchemists making two or even three pots!
If it was merely a quantitative advantage, Bai Li would not be surprised. What really shocked him was the quality of these pills.
Of the sixteen Qing Ying Pills refined by Zhang Yifeng, six of them were of the highest quality, while the other ten were all top-quality.
"This...little brother, you are too awesome!"
"You shouldn't be the reincarnation of King Pill!"
Looking at Zhang Yifeng dumbfounded, Bai Li exclaimed twice.
Although he had known that his junior junior was very abnormal, he did not expect that the opponent's alchemy level would be abnormal to such an extent.
What he didn't know was that Zhang Yifeng was really King Pill, but he was not reincarnated, but reborn. He remembered all the memories of his previous life.
Seeing the shocked look in Bai Li's eyes, Zhang Yifeng smiled and shook his head, and said, "Brother, it's just a pot of medicine, there is no need to be so exaggerated."
"exaggeration?"
Hearing Zhang Yifeng’s words, Bai Li shook his head quickly, and said solemnly: "Junior Brother, do you know that if this matter goes out, even if you don’t get the top ten in the International Alchemy Conference, there will be Countless sects and families threw olive branches to you."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yifeng fell silent.
What Baili said, he naturally believed, because in the previous life, he was originally the king of alchemy, and he knew the significance of a genius alchemist to a sect or family.
That is definitely not comparable to spirit stones and treasures.
However, the reason why he came to participate in the International Alchemy Conference was not because some sect or family recruited him.
He wanted to be able to meet the old people who have gone away on the earth faster after he became famous.
Seeing that Zhang Yifeng didn't speak, Bai Li quickly asked: "Junior, time is running out, let's continue alchemy."
But who knows, Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said, "Brother, the first round is just a knockout. The pot of medicine I refined is already enough, there is no need to practice it anymore."
Hearing what Zhang Yifeng said, Bai Li was stunned for a moment, thinking of the pills that Zhang Yifeng had refined, and instantly reacted.
The ninth-level top-grade pill can not be refined by an ordinary ninth-level alchemist, and Zhang Yifeng refined six in a single furnace.
Although he didn't know the strength of the other participating alchemists, she knew that Zhang Yifeng only needed to rely on these six best green infant pills to easily advance.
"Junior Brother, you are really a monster!" In the end, Bai Li just said this.
Zhang Yifeng smiled, and then put away the remaining two materials, waiting for the end of time.
Outside the Danta, whether they noticed Zhang Yifeng's crowd of onlookers or Situ Wugou and others, their eyes were filled with surprise at this moment.
The organizer has prepared three materials for the participating alchemists, and the remaining alchemy have been refining three furnaces whether they succeeded or failed.
But why did Zhang Yifeng stop after refining a furnace?
Could it be that he thought he only needed to refine a pot of pill to advance?
But how is this possible!
In previous international alchemy conferences, there has never been such a precedent, because the strength of the alchemists who can participate in the international alchemy conference is not much different.
If you want to rely on a pot of pill to win, unless the king of pill takes the shot himself, it is impossible for such a thing to happen.
Because the nine-level pill is not easy to refine, even if the nine-level pill with the simplest refining process is refined by a nine-level alchemist, the rate of pill formation is not very high.
Moreover, the quality of the pill can not be guaranteed.
Therefore, when everyone saw Zhang Yifeng just refining a pot of medicine and then gave up, they all shook their heads and sighed.
Among the crowd, Baitu Tianhe looked anxious, because of the anxiety, his face even turned pale.
"Brother Zhang Yifeng, you have to refine another furnace, there is no time!"
If anyone present wants Zhang Yifeng to achieve good results in this International Alchemy Conference, it must be him.
Since Zhang Yifeng represented the Baitu family and won the first place in the Manzhou Alchemy Conference, the honor and disgrace of their Baitu family has been linked to Zhang Yifeng.
But Zhang Yifeng's behavior at the moment caused Baitu Tianhe's heart to raise his throat instantly.
Especially when time passed by every minute and a second, and Zhang Yifeng had no plans to refine alchemy again, Baitu Tianhe's heart was full of despair.
"Hey, maybe this is the life of the Baitu family!"
Baitu Tianhe sighed, he no longer had the excitement and expectation he had at the beginning, and he no longer had any hope for this international alchemy conference.
Nevertheless, he did not blame Zhang Yifeng, because he knew very well that Zhang Yifeng was only attending the alchemy meeting in the name of the Baitu family, and he did not owe the Baitu family anything.
Moreover, as Zhang Yifeng won the first place in Manzhou, the Baitu family received a lot of benefits.
These benefits actually owe Zhang Yifeng a lot to the Baitu family.
Therefore, although Baitu Tianhe is lost, it does not resent Zhang Yifeng.
At this moment, in a remote corner, the entourage said anxiously to Linghu Nanruo: "Young President, why doesn't Young Master Zhang continue to refine alchemy?"
If he continues, he can still produce another furnace, so the probability of promotion is also higher.
Linghu Nanruo shook his head, and said with a dignified expression: "As far as I know him, he is not a person who just said to give up. He did this with his own plan. We should believe him."
The entourage nodded, took a deep look at Zhang Yifeng, who closed his eyes and meditation, and then at Linghu Nanruo. After opening his mouth several times, he didn't say a word.
On the high platform, Liu Yue saw this scene and turned to look at Situ Wuguu, and smiled: "Your Majesty, he seems to disappoint you."
Listening to the obvious sarcasm in Liu Yue's voice, Situ Wuguo's expression turned ugly.
He wanted to refute, but found that there was no room for refutation.
In the end, perhaps because of grievance, he snorted coldly and said, "I'm afraid it's a bit too early to draw conclusions before the end of the matter?"
Liu Yue sneered. She knew that what Situ Wugou said were mostly hard words.
"Your Majesty, is it too early? You will know later, let us wait and see now."
When Situ Wugou heard the words, the corners of his mouth twitched, then turned his head and looked at Luo Feng, with a questioning look in his eyes.
"Deacon Luo, what do you think?"