History’s Strongest Shopkeeper - Chapter 594

[594. Chapter 588 The Uneasy Soul Emperor (Second update!)]

It is common sense to use a medicinal cauldron to make elixirs.

Old Shennong was sure that he had read it correctly. The thing that the alchemist next door brought out was a pot. It was almost exactly the same as the pot used by ordinary people for cooking. There was a faint light shining in the black.

In fact, when he first met the alchemist next door, Old Shennong paid more attention to the alchemist next door.

Young, too young, even young makes him jealous.

This is the top alchemist conference in the entire Dou Qi Continent. The minimum requirement is a seventh-grade alchemist to participate. The alchemist in front of him is an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with a trace of childishness on his face.

The young man in front of him can participate in the alchemist conference, which means that he is at least a seventh-grade alchemist.

He became a seventh-level alchemist at the age of eleven or twelve. If old Shennong hadn’t been determined, he would have questioned this young and outrageous alchemist face to face. Are you sure you have remembered your alchemist level correctly?

He is a first-grade alchemist, not a seventh-grade alchemist.

“I’m…refining alchemy.”

Rong Nianbing heard the old man’s inquiry next to him. After being slightly stunned, he hesitated.

He actually wanted to say that he planned to cook, but it was clearly an alchemist conference and he couldn’t say it. , when the words came to his lips, he changed his attention.

Alchemy?

Old Shennong looked at the knife that seemed to be flying in Rong Nianbing’s hand. The light and shadow were heavy and brilliant. Under the knife were evenly cut into pieces of exquisite medicinal materials, as well as the boiling oil in the pot. The corner of his mouth was fierce. Take a hard slap, isn’t this cooking?

However, Old Shennong quickly denied his guess. If it was really cooking, how could it be possible to make dishes comparable to seventh-grade elixirs?

Is it a new alchemy system? Old Shennong felt awe-inspiring.

Otherwise, why would this young man become a high-level alchemist at the age of eleven or twelve?

For a moment, Old Shennong’s curious gaze was focused on Rong Nian Bing’s alchemy technique. The trajectory of the knife in his hand was like an antelope hanging its horns, traceless and full of beauty.

“Old Shen Nong seems to be distracted?”

Emperor Hun Tian, who has been paying attention to Old Shen Nong, Yao Lao, and Yao Dan in the competition area, chuckled.

Only these people can compete with Hun Xuzi.

Judging from the expression of the old man Shennong, Emperor Huntian was convinced that the old man Shennong was not trying to refine some medicinal materials, because he saw the trance in the eyes of the old man Shennong.

Although Emperor Hun Tian was not an alchemist, he knew very well that there was no room for carelessness in the process of refining medicine.

What’s more, when refining a ninth-grade elixir, one mistake will lead to the failure of the elixir.

Even if you can refine it a second time, will the people in Wanjie Tower wait for you?

What’s more, with the power of the Soul Clan, it is extremely difficult to gather multiple ingredients for ninth-grade elixirs.

He only prepared three ingredients for the ninth-grade Xuandan and one ingredient for the ninth-grade golden elixir for Hun Xuzi.

“Huh?”

After a few breaths, he still didn’t hear Gu Yuan’s answer. Emperor Hun Tian turned around and saw deep shock in Gu Yuan’s indifferent eyes.

Emperor Hun Tian also became curious for a moment, what could make old Shennong fall into a trance, which shocked Gu Yuan.

Thinking of this, Soul Emperor’s eyes followed Gu Yuan’s, and he was suddenly stunned.

The spatula that was constantly stir-frying in the blazing flames was making elixirs?

Or is the young man hungry and planning to cook first and then make elixirs when he is full?

Emperor Hun Tian asked himself that the knowledge accumulated over thousands of years was as vast as the sea. Except for the sudden emergence of the powerful force of Wanjie Tower, beyond his expectation, there was nothing in the entire Dou Qi Continent that was beyond his knowledge.

However, at this moment, Soul Emperor was stunned.

Although the eleven or twelve-year-old seventh-level alchemist shocked him, it was not impossible to exist.

It is said that when the youngest son of the Medicine Clan Dou Emperor was born, he was the soul of the Great Perfection in the Heaven Realm.

Alchemy at the age of three, a first-level alchemist at the age of three, a third-level alchemist at the age of five, a fifth-level alchemist at the age of seven, his soul entered the realm of the Emperor at the age of nine, and he became an eighth-level alchemist at the age of ten.

The eleven or twelve-year-old seventh-grade alchemist in front of him, if he were a descendant of any Dou Emperor, it would not be impossible for him to become a seventh-grade alchemist.

However, this young man’s method of alchemy or elixir frying was beyond the Soul Emperor’s knowledge.

Are you sure you are not cooking, but making elixirs?

After seeing Rong Nian Bing’s terrifying alchemy techniques, Emperor Soul suddenly felt uneasy. He scanned the entire alchemy area with a bad premonition.

He originally thought that Hun Xuzi’s opponents were only Yao Lao, Shen Nong and Yao Dan, but the moment he saw Rong Nian Bing, Hun Tian Emperor was completely shaken.

An unexpected alchemist joins the team.

“Is this also an alchemy technique?”

As soon as Soul Emperor transferred from Rong Nian Bing, he stopped at a young man not far away from Rong Nian Bing. This young man looked to be one or two years older than Rong Nian Bing, and his body was a little thin. .

In his hand, there are cups of liquids of different colors. As the phantom in his hand and the halo in the sky shine, nine red suns are arranged together, and with the nine high-pitched dragon roars, the sky The nine-round sun turned into nine red streams of light, which were dazzling and spiraling.

The roar of the dragon gradually became more intense, and a red round bead rose from in front of the young man. They complemented each other for a moment, forming a scene of nine dragons playing with beads.

Soul Emperor’s eyes were dull. He was sure that the young man in front of him did not use any fighting skills. Why did this happen?

Is it a folk sideshow?

But how could a juggler compete on the same stage as a master of alchemy?

“I hope there won’t be any big accidents?”

Soul Emperor Gujing Wubo’s state of mind suddenly appeared. Although Rong Nianbing and the ‘juggling’ boy in front of him had a strange way of refining alchemy, the fluctuating energy of ‘alchemy’ was… There is no threat to Hun Xuzi.

As Emperor Hun Tian glanced over, he discovered a few weirdos who had strange techniques, even using paper to make elixirs.

However, Emperor Hun Tian could clearly feel that the ‘elixir’ refined by these people did not threaten Hun Xuzi at all, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

“Isn’t that right?”

Soul Emperor’s pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes quickly returned to the middle position, where the two old men were lowering their heads to refine elixirs.

The two old men did not use a cauldron to make alchemy, but a tool that he had never seen before, which was somewhat similar to a teapot.

The most important thing is that among the thousands of burning elixir fires in the competition area, only the flames used by these two old men to make elixirs did not worship the different fires.

Strange fire is the king of fire, enjoying the worship of ordinary fire in the world. Now there are actually two people using the flame, breaking this law.

The Soul Emperor was certain that the flames controlled by the two old men who were immersed in alchemy in front of him, one red and one red, were definitely not any kind of flame on the list of strange fires.

Even in the ancient books collected by the Soul Clan for tens of thousands of years, there is no record of these two flames.

The two old men in front of him were beyond his expectation.

Moreover, Emperor Hun Tian didn’t feel the slightest breath on either of them.

If so, before Zhou Yang and his party revealed their strength, Emperor Hun Tian might have thought like Gu Yuan that it was a secret method that blocked the auras of the two old men.

But after seeing the strength of Zhou Yang and his group with his own eyes, Soul Emperor knew very well that in addition to the secret method to cover up, there was another situation, that is, the strength was far beyond his, and he couldn’t see through it, so he couldn’t feel any aura.

“Is it him?”

At this moment, Saint Taiqing, who had been immersed in refining elixirs, looked up at the sky and found that there was light wind and light clouds in the sky, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He still hasn’t mastered the alchemy of the world of Cangqiong.

Emperor Hun Tian looked at the familiar face in front of him and stood up in horror, his body trembling slightly.

He still remembered the figure of the god who looked like a god, and with just a flick of the divine sword in his hand, he split the entire soul world in two, separated by hundreds of thousands of miles.

This Dou Emperor actually attended the Alchemist Conference, how could there be any chance for others?