Chapter 129: Eighth Grade? Ten Colors?
As the first flame rose, like a signal, colorful flames followed suit, rising up like fireworks, colorful and eye-catching.

Just as a light blue flame appeared, the flames in the hands of all the alchemists suddenly fluctuated uncontrollably, and they lowered their heads like subjects paying homage to their monarch.

Everyone's eyes turned in the direction of the flames in their hands. It turned out to be Xiao Yan.

However, the next second, the light blue strange fire in Xiao Yan's hand became listless, like a mouse seeing a cat.

Seeing the Azure Lotus Earth Core Fire in Han Cheng's hand entering the medicine cauldron, Xiao Yan felt strange.

"That doesn't make sense. After all, mine is a mixture of three different fires. One of them is the Wind Fury Dragon Flame, which ranks eighteenth on the Different Fire Ranking, one place higher than the Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame."

"The strange fire in my hand is not much worse than the Fallen Heart Flame. Why am I so afraid of the Azure Lotus Earth Heart Fire?"

Xiao Yan was very confused, because this obviously didn't make sense.

It’s a pity that Han Cheng didn’t hear the doubts in Xiao Yan’s heart, otherwise he wouldn’t have helped Xiao Yan to solve his doubts.

Some things can be said casually, but some things about Han Cheng himself cannot be said casually.

"Qianyuan flower stamens, Kunming blue, flowers and fruits in the wind..."

Han Cheng's mind moved, and several medicinal herbs flew out at the same time. He began to refine them carefully.

Compared to his usual casualness when refining the eighth-grade elixir, Han Cheng is now extremely serious, even more serious than when refining the ninth-grade elixir.

Han Cheng's appearance naturally attracted the attention of others.

Especially those who are familiar with Han Cheng, they all know that this guy's attainments in alchemy have reached the highest level in the Douqi Continent. The elixir that can make him treat it like this is definitely not an ordinary eighth-grade elixir.

"What kind of elixir is the OP going to refine? It seems that even a ninth-grade elixir may not be something the OP can take so seriously?" Fa Ma asked unconsciously. Could it be that the elixir that a ninth-grade alchemist would treat so well could be the legendary ninth-grade Xuandan?

Then he shook his head again, because Han Cheng had said before that he couldn't refine the ninth-grade elixir.

Feeling the curious eyes looking at him, Cai Lin whispered: "I don't know what kind of elixir he wants to refine. I only know that over the years, he has been concentrating on researching an elixir recipe most of the time."

"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be this recipe."

"What kind of recipe must it be to make Mr. Han spend so much energy on it!"

There were exclamations from all around. The pill formula that a ninth-grade alchemist had spent years researching, even if it wasn't ninth-grade, it should be almost the same, right?

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten days had passed.

During this period, there were some successful pills that were refined, but they were all fifth- and sixth-grade pills.

Pills of this quality would have caused quite a stir in other places, but unfortunately this was a continent-wide alchemist conference, so they could only leave with regret.

"Boom!"

In the gloomy sky, a thunder suddenly sounded, breaking the slightly silent atmosphere, and countless eyes turned to the sky.

A dark cloud came quietly, low thunder sounded, and silver lightning flashed through the dark cloud.

"Seventh-grade elixir?!"

"This must be at least a seventh-grade intermediate elixir, which can trigger elixir thunder!"

"Yes, yes, this should be a seventh-grade intermediate elixir. It is worthy of being the All-Continent Alchemist Conference!"

In the following days, seventh-grade elixirs emerged one after another like mushrooms after rain, and the silver elixir thunder illuminated the world.

Several huge thunderclouds formed, and violent pill thunders sounded one after another. The world was already covered by these silver lightnings. Seeing this scene, Xiao Yan couldn't help but be a little surprised. He didn't expect that so many top-grade seventh-grade pills would appear during this period of time.

"Phew, fortunately, for safety's sake, I added some of that magical dust. I hope this pill of mine can be upgraded to the eighth grade..."

Gu He controlled the Sky Demon Puppet to take on the terrifying pill thunder. Looking at the Kongling Yuanzun Pill in his hand, he smiled with satisfaction.

Just now, when he was controlling the Heavenly Demon Puppet to take on the pill thunder, he distracted himself and took a look at the surrounding situation.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should have a great chance of entering the top ten!

There were still five people left who hadn't made any movement. According to the information Han Cheng had told him before, these people should have been refining eighth-grade elixirs.

Although there are nine other people who are also refining top-grade seventh-grade elixirs, Gu He is confident that with the powerful medicinal effect of this Kong Ling Yuan Zun Pill, he can rank among the top. After all, this is... created!

Gu He subconsciously looked at the figure not far away who was still sitting in meditation with his eyes closed, looking calm and composed.

No matter whether it is a top-grade seventh-grade elixir or an eighth-grade elixir, it cannot move him in the slightest.

The eighth-grade medicinal elixir Dan Lei, which is rarely seen in normal times, attracted countless gazes.

Looking at the three young figures, everyone understood that there would be three more eighth-grade masters on the Douqi Continent in the future.

The old man known as the Qinghua Monster, with his eight-grade three-color elixir, is currently sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, suppressing the three young men.

However, if we compete again in the future, I’m afraid the result will be hard to predict.

But now… he couldn't relax either.

He could still suppress the three young geniuses with his age advantage, but he had no way to deal with that monster, the old monster Qinghua.

Another three days passed, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, Han Cheng finally took action.

The green flame transformed into a five-clawed real dragon and roared towards the sky. Nine-colored thunderclouds were summoned out in the blink of an eye.

Under the shock of countless gazes, the nine-colored thundercloud soon made new movements.

That strange appearance seemed to be trembling unconsciously. Could there be anything else that could make the Nine-Colored Thundercloud feel so afraid?

Suddenly, a name came to mind of some knowledgeable people:
Black magic thunder!
Could it be that Mr. Han was going to refine a ninth-grade elixir? !
Black magic thunder, that kind of black magic thunder almost represents the power of destruction.

Unless Han Cheng has broken through to the Douluo level and become a top-level warrior, it would be difficult for even him to deal with the Black Magic Thunder, right?

Under the nervous gaze of countless people, the nine-colored thundercloud slowly stopped shaking, and an extremely dark black cloud appeared in it.

However, no matter how the black cloud exerts its power, it cannot completely turn the nine-colored thundercloud into black.

Finally, when the thundercloud stabilized, it became like this, with a black cloud in the middle of the nine-colored thundercloud.

“Is this ten colors?”

This somewhat absurd idea came to many people's minds. The eighth-grade elixir only has nine colors, and after nine colors it is the ninth-grade elixir. Where does the ten colors come from? That's nonsense.

If someone said there would be ten-colored thunderclouds at other times, everyone would probably think that person was talking nonsense.

However, the scene before them now forced them to change their perception.

Maybe... the eighth-grade nine-color elixir is not the limit!

(End of this chapter)