When Zhang Fan poured all the ugly and ugly black paste-like waste into the medicine, everyone stayed.

“What to do?”

"The waste is all poured into the medicine, does that not affect the refining of the medicine?"

“Fuck, what kind of trick is this guy playing?”

“Is this guy going to use scum?”

“What a joke?It’s called shit because it’s waste.Even if the strong refiner, it is impossible to use waste slag to make a spiritual medicine?"

Nanwang was still disdainful, coldly hoarsely: "Wow grandstanding!"

Just as he spoke, Zhang Fan’s right hand began to ignite.

The palm of your hand is a blue flame.

The outer flame is blue and the inner flame is white.

When this strange flame appeared, everyone present was surprised.

“How is this fire blue and white?”

“What the hell is this?”

“Are you sure it’s a fire?”

But outsiders look at the excitement, inside to watch the doorway.

The owner's grandfather saw this blue-white flame, and his eyes suddenly became clear: "The ghost fire!"

The shopkeeper heard the words and was surprised: "Grandpa, is this really a ghost fire?"

As for Nanwang, at this time, only a slight open mouth, stared at the part of the eyes.

As a third-level refiner, how can he not know the ghost fire of one of the three gods?

But in the legend, no one can refine the ghost fire, not even the former drug gods.

How did this guy do it?

At the same time, a sense of frustration in his heart was also born.

He thought his talent was the strongest.

As a result, the boy's talent far crushed himself.

If this is not the case, you can also rely on your efforts to surpass this boy.

But this boy has already refined one of the three major gods and ghost fire.

In this way, beyond this boy, there is almost no hope.

At this moment, from small to large, he was well-lucked, and his psychology was hit hard.

At the same time, Zhang Fan's ghost fire instantly lowered the temperature around him, and the entire medicine was frozen.

These materials have already been subjected to too high temperature, and at this time they cannot afford to be roasted directly.

You can only bring down the temperature around you first, and then slowly heat up a little bit.

In Zhang Fan's mind, the nano-watch monitors everything in real time within the drug, reminding Zhang Fan to heat up or cool down at any time.

Inside the medicine, those black pastes, at the extreme temperature, first froze into a black ice canopy.

Then, as the surrounding temperature gradually rises, the ice cane slowly melts.

The powder in the ice, in the ever-changing temperature, sank below.

The liquid in the ice is evaporated above the drug.

After Zhang Fan separated the powder and liquid, he used the ghost fire to purify it again.

After purification, extract the most important part of it.

Eventually, he fused the liquids and powders together.

This process lasted about 20 minutes.

Twenty minutes later, a cilan of medicine spread from the medicine.

This smell of medicine, with the wind, let everyone around feel happy.

There was only one person, not only did not feel happy, but also felt that the heart had sunk to the bottom.

This man is Nanwang.

He knew that Zhang Fan had succeeded.

But he is still unwilling.

He still had the last hope in his heart, hoping that Zhang Fan would fail at the last moment.

Two minutes later, however, a drop of golden, radiant gleaming liquid flowed into the jade bottle from the catheter’s mouth.

At this point, everyone present was quiet.

Although everyone saw Zhang Fan successfully refined the ethereal medicine, but because it was too shocked, no one spoke.

It was only a moment later that someone came back to God.

“It succeeded... it succeeded...”

“It’s like... it’s a medicine to use waste!”

“And it’s still a medicine!”

“I’m going, it’s not God!”

“This guy is not a man!”

"In the eyes of others, it is a bunch of useless waste, so he was so drummed, even the three epsications of the above products!" 」

"That pile of waste slag, not even an energy stone is worth; this three-pronged espirit medicine is worth billions of energy stones!"

“Being waste is treasure, decay is magical.This is the true God of medicine!”

"It seems that the refiner is divided into two files, the other refiners are one, Zhang Fan is the only one file!"

...

In the overwhelming exclamation and praise around him, Nanwang, the southern medicine king, was dead, his eyes were godless, and he seemed to be a few decades old for a moment.

And the spirit of the wind when he had just come, the image of the handsome son-in-law judged to two people.

Defeat.

Completely defeated.

As a child, he never lost.

But this time, he was completely defeated.Losing so easily, losing so much so that he has no chance of even resisting.

This guy is called Zhang Fan, two refining, two successful.The success rate reached 100%, which has made him lose.

What hit him the most was that this guy actually used his own slag to refine and successfully refined the top three elves.

What could be more to hit people than that?

At this moment, the ambition of Nanwang before it disappeared in an instant.

It is like you endure thirst and high temperature in the desert, after more than ten days of difficult journey, across the sand dunes, watching the highest sand dunes climb in front, out of the desert.

But when you really climb the highest sand dunes, it is in front of you that is larger, more continuous, endless desert.

That desperation, as you can imagine.

At this time, the two light-yarn women seemed to be a little wrong with Nanwang, and the two of them rushed forward, holding Nanwang's arm on one left and one right, persuading:

“Young Master, what is a failure?”We are the most talented, and we...”

However, before they had finished, Nanwang had already flung their arms, hung their heads, and slowly turned away.

On the feet, it seemed to be holding heavy shackles.

At this time, Zhang Fan looked back and looked at the owner's grandfather.

The owner's grandfather did not speak, but turned into the shop, went straight through the partial door, and entered the inside.

Zhang Fan also followed into the shop and passed through the partial door.

The owner entered the store and said to the crowd, "Sorry, it's not too late, the store is closed."

He said close the shop.

Zhang Fan did not immediately follow, but first let the nano-watch black into the super-powerful watch of everyone on the scene, and deleted the own refining process they had just photographed.

After the lows, or after the lows.

Then he followed the owner, the grandfather, and came to a room in the back.

The owner's grandfather lay down on the bed, pulled his clothes, and said, "Come on."

“Oh...”

A black line in front of everyone.

"What?"

How to come?

At this time, Zhang Fan's body, the shadow of the ghost fire began to shake violently uncontrollably.