The Supreme Elder also let out a long sigh, and quickly comforted Xia Qinfan: "Miss, Alchemist Zhuo still has one last chance, as long as he succeeds in refining this last time, then he still has a chance to enter the top fifty."

Xia Qinfan nodded, but the worry between his eyebrows became more and more intense.

This time, Zhuo Wen stood in place, motionless, as if petrified.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhuo Wen must have been stunned by the two failures, and the nearby alchemists present whistled a few times at Zhuo Wen, showing their disdain and contempt for Zhuo Wen.

On the judges' seat on the main altar of the square, Huan Taiping's gaze also fell on Zhuo Wen's side.

Looking at the dregs discharged from the alchemy furnace after Zhuo Wen's failure, Huan Taiping squinted his eyes, and had some guesses in his heart, but he had more expectations for Zhuo Wen.

Time passed by, Zhuo Wen still stood where he was, lost in thought.

At this moment, successive alchemists have completed refining.

The alchemists who have finished refining are all sitting on the spot calmly, waiting quietly for the completion of other alchemists.

As time goes by, more and more alchemists have completed the second round.

Of course, during this period, furnace explosions still happened, and many alchemists were eliminated because they failed to refine three times, and left sadly.

Zhuo Wen still stood in place, motionless, and hadn't started the third refinement yet.

At this moment, there were very few alchemists on the field who were still making alchemy, and Zhuo Wen who was still standing there seemed to stand out from the crowd.

Many people were discussing, looking at Zhuo Wen, they all voiced doubts, and some even expressed gloating voices unabashedly.

Xia Qinfan was a little anxious. From her point of view, Zhuo Wen's current behavior looked like a fool.

Lei Zixuan and Huangwu sneered, looking at Zhuo Wen's appearance, the mockery at the corners of their mouths became more and more intense.

Even Huan Taiping, who was somewhat optimistic about Zhuo Wen, frowned involuntarily when he found out that Zhuo Wen had not acted for a long time.

Finally, the rest of the alchemists basically finished refining and sat in front of the alchemy furnace, but their eyes all fell on Zhuo Wen.

They knew that there was only one alchemist left on the field who hadn't finished refining.

Lin Xiye was sitting in a corner, and he had also completed the refining. This time, he chose to refine the mysterious pill, which was not very difficult, just to be safe.

But even so, Lin Xiye also used up two chances, and finally completed it successfully in the third alchemy.

Lin Xiye looked at the other alchemists sitting around, and sighed in his heart, he knew that this time he was not in the top 50 of the Yundan Conference.

In the first round, his ranking was only 300th, which was considered the bottom of the list. In the second round, he only refined the mysterious pill. Although the refining was successful, he did not have any advantage in the second round.

This time he thinks it is difficult for him to enter the top 100, let alone the top 50.

Lin Xiye naturally also saw Zhuo Wen who was still standing, and there was a hint of gloating and pleasure in his eyes.

After Zhuo Wen won the first place in the first round, his mood was very complicated, even a little irritable.

Lin Xiye was already very upset that this alchemist whom he had dismissed before had achieved such a good result in the Rhyme Pill Competition.

Seeing Zhuo Wen deflated now, Lin Xiye felt extremely happy, wishing that Zhuo Wen would be eliminated in the second round.

Many people began to urge, thinking that Zhuo Wen was deliberately delaying time.

Finally, Zhuo Wen started to move. He ignited the divine fire again, purified the medicinal materials, put them into the alchemy furnace to make alchemy, controlled the temperature of the divine fire, and his movements were as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water.

This time, Zhuo Wen's alchemy was extremely fast, and it only took more than an hour to complete all the steps of refining the elixir.

During this period, there were no mistakes at all, and there was no occurrence of any fryer phenomenon.

When the strong medicinal fragrance came out, Zhuo Wen knew that he had successfully refined this batch of Heavenly Soul Washing Essence Pill.

He completely let go of his hanging heart, bowed his hands to Huan Taiping in front of the square, and sat down cross-legged.

After Zhuo Wen successfully refined the Heavenly Soul Washing Essence Pill, Huan Taiping also stood up, and said to the people around him: "This second round of alchemy for all the alchemists has ended, and now all the alchemists The master will hand over the bottling of the magic pill you have refined, and we will taste and score it and choose the ranking."

After Huan Taiping finished speaking, the alchemists in the square set up their alchemy furnaces, took out jade bottles and bottled the refined alchemy pills one by one, and handed them to the judges of the main altar.

Zhuo Wen naturally bottled the Heavenly Soul Washing Essence Pill meticulously, and carved his own brand on the jade bottle.

Zhuo Wen was very satisfied with the Heavenly Soul Washing Essence Pill that he had refined this time, because the grade of the god pill had reached a special level this time, and basically twelve pills in a furnace were successfully produced.

Zhuo Wen knew that with the results of the second round this time, he had a great chance of entering the top three. With the first place in the first round, he had a great chance of winning the overall score. .

The thirteen judges on the judging panel began to open the jade bottles of their alchemists, analyzed and compared them, and discussed with each other the specific differences. JrNovels.com