More than twenty teenagers immediately followed.

The venue of the Hall of Trials is not small, and a Hall of Trials can accommodate more than a hundred people at a time. Shen Yanxiao's group was accompanied by five groups of students, who were taken to several venues that had already been divided for testing.

Shen Yanxiao's group was taken to a row of tables with various utensils.

"Now, I'm going to demonstrate how to do it with the Potion of Soberness, and you have to be confident that you can see it clearly." Saying that, the instructor with facial paralysis immediately started to operate the alchemy tools in front of him, the crystal crystal bottle was at his fingertips, and the herbs were quickly refined into half a bottle of turquoise potion by him, and they were processed step by step, and more than 20 freshmen stared intently at the tutor's every move, afraid of missing a little.

Within a few minutes, a perfect sobering potion appeared in front of their eyes.

"Now you have thirty minutes to operate, and after thirty minutes, the qualified ones stay, and the unqualified ones leave the Saint Laurent Academy immediately." The instructor's deep voice sounded.

More than 20 freshmen were immediately shocked.

It was a joke to let their group of people make sobering potions by themselves in one drill. Although the sobriety potion is the simplest of all potions, it is simply a hardship for these freshmen who are not even pharmacist apprentices.

But everyone knew that the assessment of Yves Saint Laurent had always been perverted, and they didn't dare to refute it at all, so they could only try their luck with their memory.

As soon as the tutor's words fell, more than twenty freshmen immediately stood in front of a pile of alchemizing utensils and tossed upside down.

The herbs had already been placed aside, and they only needed to follow what the instructor had just done.

The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

One demonstration was not enough for them to memorize every detail, and most of them made huge mistakes in the succession of operations, but in order to enter the pharmacist's branch, they had to continue to do it. Anyway, everyone's level is about the same, no matter if it's wrong or not, as long as you continue to complete it according to the words of the mentor, even if you don't succeed in doing it, but others are not good, as long as you do it a little better than others, they don't believe that they can kick out more than 20 of them at once.

Rod stood aside, watching a group of freshmen toss and turn in a disorderly manner, and his tightly knit brows furrowed even deeper, although these freshmen had tried to see what he had just done, but the actual action was still miserable.

Suddenly, Rod noticed an interesting situation.

While all the freshmen were busy fiddling with the utensils in their hands, there was one person who stood motionless in front of the utensils the whole time.

It was a very ordinary-looking little fellow, with a very small figure that stood in front of the table, and he looked at the various utensils on the table with his big smart eyes, but did not move.

Rod raised an eyebrow and didn't say anything, just looked up at the time.

Thirty minutes passed in a flash, and most of the more than twenty teenagers had completed all the operations, but the result was unbearable to look at.

The sober potion made by Rhodes is pure turquoise, without a trace of impurities, and even the simplest sober elixir is enough to reflect the superb skill of his medicine.