C962 It's Perfect
C962 It's Perfect
Now that only half an hour had passed in six hours, he could totally refine another two furnaces of pill!
Could it be that Qin Ming had just used the innate ability to increase the speed of his pill refinement? Now, he no longer had the ability to use the innate ability, and knew that it was impossible for him to refine the pill in the remaining time, so he decided to give up?
There was a possibility!
The referee thought that he had figured out the crux of the matter, and walked in front of Qin Ming's pill furnace.
All the disciples of the Martial God Sect were looking at Qin Ming attentively.
The stone pill furnace was opened. There was no fragrance coming out from it, nor was there any foul smoke coming out from it. It was as if there was nothing inside.
Ju Jun's eyes were wide open as he stared at Qin Ming's furnace. When he saw that there was no makeup inside, he was stunned for a moment, then he burst out laughing.
"There's no fragrance at all. You must have already refined the Spiritual Plant, right?"
"No wonder. Such a big fire, such a crude way of refining the pill, it is normal for one to refine it. It is better for young people to be modest and learn more from the older generation!"
Ju Jun still wanted to say some sarcastic words to Qin Ming, wanting to teach this ignorant brat a lesson. However, when he suddenly saw the referee's eyes wide open in disbelief, as if he had seen something shocking, he immediately stopped his scolding.
The disciples below the stage also saw the look of the referee, and they were all curious about it.
The referee was a Martial Saint, and he was also a Pill Saint. He was very knowledgeable, and normally, he would not be happy or angry. What exactly did he see that made him so shocked?
On the martial arts stage, referee Lian raised his head and stared at Qin Ming carefully. After a while, he took out the pill from the pill furnace and placed them in his palm.
"One, two, three..."
None of them took out a single pill. Everyone was counting in their hearts. Because they were too far away, and the pill wasn't big, the referee blocked their view, making it impossible for them to see clearly.
But when they counted to five, everyone felt that it was inconceivable. When they counted to six, the entire stadium strangely quieted down, but when they counted to ten, even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.
Even the referee took ten times and placed all of the pill into an exquisite Jade Bottle.
Ju Jun stood on the martial arts practice platform. The audience below the stage did not see it, but he saw it clearly.
Even the referee took out ten perfect grade Ninth Grade Full Moon Pill. He frowned, his thoughts flying around in his mind.
When the first perfect Full Moon Pill was taken out, Ju Jun felt that this pill definitely wasn't refined by Qin Ming. He must have cheated.
But before he could expose it, even the referee continuously took out ten perfect Full Moon Pill.
But how could this be possible? Wasn't a Spiritual Plant that could only be refined into five Full Moon Pill at most?
Moreover, all the pill were perfect quality. What the hell was this?
Even if it was a grade zero pill, there was no Alchemist that could refine a perfect ten!
The so-called perfection referred to refining the most theoretically possible pill. All the pill were perfect quality.
There had never been an Alchemist that could refine perfect ten. This was just a dream that Alchemist could never dream of. Normally, they would only joke about perfect ten because this was only feasible in theory, but in reality, it was simply impossible.
And within Qin Ming's pill furnace, there were actually ten Full Moon Pill, twice as many as perfect.
One Perfect Grade Nine Pills. Ju Jun suspected that Qin Ming had cheated, but could not find any evidence.
However, although he still did not know how Qin Ming had placed the ten Perfect Pills inside, no one would believe that he had just concocted all ten perfect Full Moon Pill.
No one would believe it!