At this time, the three major clans and the disciples of Hongyezhai were also talking about it.

"I am indeed a medical genius known as the Little Medical Saint. This Miao Duzong is only 30 years old, and his future is limitless..." A disciple of the Cheng clan sighed.

"I think that little brother is amazing. He looks like he is not yet an adult. It is not easy to last until now..." The person next to him spoke.

"That's right, even Master Li Qing couldn't last until the last round. This little brother is really strong..."

...

"From the red and blue expression, I'm afraid this first ginseng plant will fall into the hands of the Ye clan family." A middle-aged man with a doctor in the Su clan family analyzed.

"Don't forget, that little brother hasn't completed it yet, maybe there is a turning point?" a disciple of the Su clan family retorted.

"You're thinking too much. Miao Duzong is the first to complete the decoction. If this child wants to win Miao Duzong, unless he can completely restore the previous decoction, it is almost impossible..."

...

Now, just waiting for the decoction Zilong decocted, the issue of the belonging of the first ginseng ginseng plant has been settled.

Around the venue, the members of the Ye clan family all showed joy. Judging from the current situation, they had a great victory...

The members of the Cheng clan family were just the opposite, especially those clan elders, who were full of worries at the moment. They seemed to be even more nervous than Zilong on the stage...

The people of the Su clan family are just unrelated to their own affairs, waiting for the final result with a look of watching a show...

At this time, Zilong on the auction table was particularly calm and calm. He thought it was very simple. Anyway, he was already the last one. Since winning in speed is impossible, he must do his best to do his best, work slowly and restore the decoction to the greatest extent... Anyway, there is no specified time.

Zilong was fully focused and tried his best to keep the flames in his right hand in a relatively stable state.

Zilong is now only at the middle level of the fourth level, and he is not able to realize the full-body element release like a fifth level king, nor does he have more original true energy that can be squandered at will.

Zilong can achieve the greatest extent to which the source energy is finely controlled in his hands and raise the hand fire of more than two inches long...

A quarter of an hour later, beads of sweat had already risen on Zilong's forehead.

The long-term control of hand fire consumed a lot of money on Zilong. At this time, the medicine in Zilong's hand had already rolled up, and Zilong's hand fire also changed from the original martial fire to the mild fire. Zilong was doing the final finishing work...

After another ten minutes, seeing that the best time to cook, Zilong's right hand fire slowly went out and placed the casserole in his hand on the ebony table in front of him.

Zilong breathed a sigh of relief as if he was relieved. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, then wrapped it in a silk scarf, picked up the casserole, and put the medicine into the blue and white porcelain bowl...

Seeing that Zilong finally finished the decoction of the medicine, Cheng Feier, Ye Feishuang and others under the stage also breathed a sigh of relief.

I saw that after Zilong finished the medicine, he did not make a statement. Instead, he took the medicine bowl in surprise and drank it himself.

However, after taking a mouthful of the medicine, Zilong's face suddenly changed and he sighed.

"What's wrong?" The ghost in the black ring asked Zilong.

“It seems like there is something wrong.”

"No? Didn't you say you've decocted this medicine before?"

"It's fried and it smells the same, but this bowl is different from the one I drank in the first question, and it tastes a little different."

"Is it because the dosage or temperature of the medicinal materials is wrong?" asked the ghost inquirer.

"It is impossible to make a mistake. I am quite sure of the control of the dosage and heat of medicinal materials..."

"Why..." Zilong fell into deep thought.

Looking at Zilong's ugly face, Cheng Feier and others in the audience all felt a slump.

It is obvious that Zilong's expression must be because there is something wrong with the soup he made...

Ye Wushuang and Miao Duzong were laughing at each other, feeling gloating.

Hong Danqing walked to Zilong's side and asked:

"You guy, have you done this?"

And at this moment, Zilong slapped his head, shouted loudly, and stood up:

"I understand! It's the order, the petals of Yinglinghua should be put in the last place!"

Zilong's sudden action scared the people around him.

Zilong also found that he had lost his composure, so he bowed slightly and apologized to Hongdanqing:

"Mr. Hongdanqing, I haven't finished it yet!"

After saying that, Zilong walked out of the position and jumped under the square auction table.

Zilong reached out and his palms and the suction force was burst out. With dazzling means, he took a new pair of materials for strengthening the body from the many medicine boxes that had not yet been carried away.

Looking at Zilong's actions, everyone also understood that Zilong wanted to make a soup again.

Seeing this, Ye Wushuang in the audience was anxious. He didn't want to make any more troubles, so he hurriedly stood up and stopped him:

"Mr. Hongdanqing, this kid violated the rules!"

However, before Ye Wushuang could finish his speech, Cheng Feier's defense voice came.

"Which rule is violated? Does anyone say that you cannot get new medicinal materials?"

Cheng Feier put her hands on her slim waist and retorted Ye Wushuang's words with confidence.

"Then it wouldn't work if he did it again. Could it be that we just waited until he succeeded?" Ye Wushuang retorted.

Cheng Feier glanced at Ye Wushuang and said lightly:

"You don't want to wait for you to go out, and no one forces you. Anyway, there is no time limit in the rules and no material limits."

"That's right, Ye Sanshuang, stay wherever you are cool, don't make trouble here." Su Xiangyue said with a helping voice.

As long as it is done against Ye Wushuang, Su Xiangyue seems to be willing to participate.

"you!"

"quiet!"

The sound of Hong Danqing stopped Ye Wushuang and others from commotion.

"There is no time limit or material limit in the rules. We have neglected this. I will make up for it now. Each person has a maximum chance of two. If you can't complete this time, it will be over."

"Do you understand?" Hong Danqing turned around and asked Zilong who was busy.

"clear!"

When Zilong replied, he didn't even raise his head. He was processing the medicinal materials as quickly as possible and preparing to start the second decoction...

On the other side, seeing Hong Danqing saying something, Ye Wushuang couldn't say anything else, so he could only retreat silently.

I saw Miao Duzong leaning quietly beside Ye Wushuang and whispering:

"Young Master Wushuang, don't worry, this kid is just a low-level cultivator in the middle stage of the fourth level. He doesn't have the ability to release source materials. It takes a lot of source energy and energy to gather hand fire. The soup he had decocted before should have exhausted the original true energy in his elixir source. Let him go. His source energy is no longer enough for him to decoct the second soup."

Listening to Miao Duzong's explanation, Ye Wushuang felt a little better. No matter what the process was, as long as the final victory belonged to him...

However, soon, Miao Duzong was slapped in the face by himself.

Zilong on the stage took out a small red bottle from the storage ring, Zilong took out a brown pill from the small red bottle and bounced it directly into his mouth.

The brown pill that Zilong took was the Qi-enhancing Pill. The four Qi-enhancing Pills that Cheng Feier gave him just now came in handy.

As Miao Duzong said, although Zilong's hand fire control was extremely fine, he still consumed a lot of the original true qi during the first decoction process. However, after this Qi-enhancing Pill, Zilong had sufficient original true qi.

Immediately, Zilong gathered the original true qi and his right hand, and once again caught fire in his palm, and began a new round of decoction.

This time, Zilong reduced the amount of the medicinal materials used in proportion, and the added water was also controlled to the amount of a bowl of decocted medicine just to shorten the decoction time as much as possible.

In addition, the order of making Zilong medicinal materials has also changed. He gave priority to making seven of the eight medicinal materials in a casserole, and the petals of Yinglinghua were placed alone in a bowl on the side of Zilong and soaked in clean water...

Seeing Zilong's hand fire not drying out at all, Ye Wushuang and Miao Duzong in the audience were stunned.

"This... this, what he took just now wasn't Qi-enhancing pill, right?"

Ye Wushuang's face suddenly became ugly.

Looking at Ye Wushuang's ugly face, Miao Duzong hurriedly comforted:

"Young Master Wushuang, it's okay. Even if his source energy is not exhausted, he can't do better than me!"

"I hope so." Ye Wushuang stared at the stage with a serious expression.

...

...

Time passed by bit by bit, and people's eyes were attracted by Zilong on the stage.

At this time, Zilong was fully focused and controlled the fire with all his heart. Zilong controlled the flames to dance in his palms like an artist. The flames surging, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes big and sometimes small, rolling back and forth...

When Zilong was learning Zhao's thunder fire moxibustion, he had already refined his control of the flame to an extremely high level. It was more than enough to control the flame to dance at the needle tip, let alone in his palm.

Zilong's amazing control over the flames caused an uproar in the whole audience.

People were surprised to find that the young man on the stage had actually reached such a terrifying level of control over the flames. The leaping flames and the art in his palms were pleasing to the eye... Even many old doctors above the fifth-level kings were ashamed of this.

Even Hong Danqing, who was just a few feet away from Zilong on the stage, was stunned. When Zilong decocted the medicine for the first time, he didn't pay much attention. At this time, seeing the amazing flame manipulation talent shown by Zilong, Hong Danqing felt a great shock in her heart.

Hong Danqing thought with shame, even if he was so superb flame control ability, he might not be able to compare...

Compared to the strange colors on everyone's faces, Honglin and Cheng Feier on the side of the auction stand were relatively calm, because they had seen Zilong's amazing control over the flames as early as when they were in She Tuocheng.

When Chu Zilong directly turned the flame cloak that Bo Wu'ao used the Bo secret technique into his own, and used a terrifying flame storm. That scene is still unforgettable for them.

Honglin still remembers the scene when Zilong used the magical power of Zhao's thunder fire moxibustion to cure the beggar from the Poor Han Gang and Ding Lei's leg injury.
Chapter completed!