Chapter 1192 Returning Soul Pill? Give me one?
Bei Tinghuang didn't expect Zhu Lin to admit defeat so readily, but instead he was a little startled and couldn't recover. Just throw in the towel? No way, he thought that Zhu Lin would insist on meeting him on the level of the refining pill.
Bei Tinghuang has seen how arrogant Zhu Lin is, but Bei Tinghuang never imagined that he would admit defeat so freely. In this way, it made Bei Tinghuang's impression of him much better.
"Your Excellency Zhu Lin, if you talk about alchemy experience and skills, I am actually inferior to you. My real alchemy time is only three or two months..."
Bei Tinghuang's words were only half spoken, and there was a burst of exclamation in the entire arena. For the first time, these powerhouses on the Central Continent, the alchemists, forgot Bei Tinghuang's identity, and interrupted his words , exclaimed. No one expected this. After only three or two months of refining, he became a fifth-grade pharmacist?
Don't be so scary, okay?
Zhu Lin shook his whole body and almost fell on the stage. His eyes widened and he looked at Bei Tinghuang as if he was looking at a monster. He even forgot that there was a tungsten gold four-beast tripod hanging above his head, "You What did you say? You only refined it for three or two months? Then how did you refine the two fifth-grade pills yesterday?"
Even if he, thirty-three days, a well-known medicine refining genius, is said to have perfectly inherited the alchemy talent of the Alchemy Valley Supreme, he would not be able to refine a fifth-grade medicine within three to two months. Here comes the elixir.
Even, in three to two months, he couldn't even make the medicine well, so why talk about refining?
This is just so infuriating.
"Are you kidding, who does he think he is? He can refine a fifth-grade elixir in three to two months, and he thinks alchemy is a play?" Lu Ji would not believe it even if she killed her.
Guan Yang glanced at Bei Tinghuang with stern eyes, and snorted coldly, "No matter who he is, he won't live past the age of fifteen!"
When the entire arena calmed down, Bei Tinghuang did not answer Zhu Lin's words, but said, "You and I both need soul-returning grass, and they are all used to save our most important people. How about this? Questions before the start of the match , let me ask again, if I win, what are you going to do?"
Zhu Lin was a little annoyed, he had already conceded defeat, Bei Tinghuang was still so recalcitrant, what exactly did he mean?
As if seeing what Zhu Lin was thinking, Bei Tinghuang rubbed his nose and smiled, "I didn't mean that, what I meant was that I won now, um, when I refine the soul-returning pill, at least I can refine it." Make two, and I can give you one!"
"Returning Soul Pill? Give me one? Are you serious?" Zhu Lin's eyes were so wide that their eyeballs would pop out. He didn't expect that Bei Tinghuang would be so magnanimous. Dan is a lord-level elixir, which is the tenth grade, and the soul-returning grass is just one of the ministerial medicines. Among the monarchs, ministers and envoys, the monarch medicine is actually the phoenix flower in Bei Tinghuang's hands.
Even if you get the soul-returning grass, it will be even more difficult to find the Phoenix tail flower.
"Then what do you want me to do for you?" When Zhu Lin asked this sentence, he was already prepared, no matter what Bei Tinghuang asked him to do, he would do whatever he wanted.
(end of this chapter)