Ye Wentian stood on the alchemy platform, looking around at everyone, with a momentum that soared to the sky, revealing the spirit of who else is between heaven and earth.

Under Ip Mantian's razor-sharp eyes, Kevin's full confidence was actually a little shaken, and even the arrogant Fried felt cold all over his body.

Custer glanced at the timer, squinted his eyes and sneered: "There are still eight minutes, I want to see what tricks you can make, as a great alchemist, it will take twenty-three minutes to refine the spiritual liquid!"

Ye Wentian smiled coldly, ignoring Karst at all, the black light in his hand flashed, and ten spirit stones were neatly arranged on the alchemy platform.

Ye Wentian held a spirit stone in his palm and said, "You open the dog's eyes for me to see clearly!"

Everyone stared at Ye Wentian's left hand for a moment, wanting to see if this young man could create a miracle again. Kevin was also staring, and a bad feeling emerged.

The spiritual power slowly overflowed out of the body, and the golden spiritual power condensed into a spiritual flame and rose a full twenty inches, under the gaze of the audience, Ye Wentian's left hand slowly turned into a golden casting, and under the background of the golden spiritual flame, it was as powerful as a god.

Ye Wentian placed the beaker under his left hand, and the golden left hand slowly emitted a faint light.

In the millimeter of light, the spirit stone was like ice and snow under the scorching sun, it began to soften and melt, and quickly turned into a puddle of cyan viscous liquid, which flowed into the beaker along the fingers.

It only took three seconds for the spirit stone to melt from the beginning to the complete disappearance!

Yes, just three seconds!

Everyone's eyes froze, their mouths wide open, and they wondered if their jaws would be dislocated.

Ye Wentian cast it in turn, when the ten spirit stones were completely turned into spiritual liquid, the timer was locked at 57 minutes and 30 seconds, and it took a total of thirty seconds!

Even the fastest Fried took a full thirty minutes, while Ip Mantian only took thirty seconds!

This is no longer a gap in the realm that can be explained clearly.

Moreover, the refining process of other alchemists is very strict and complicated: heating the dissolving agent, mashing the spirit stone, adding various auxiliary materials, and catalyzing the spiritual power...... If there is a problem with any of these links, it will cause the refining to fail, ranging from the spirit liquid clot to the explosion at worst.

But the process of Ye Wentian's refining was only such a simple action, just a simple place of the spirit stone in the palm of his hand.

"This can't be!" Kevin's eyes almost popped out, staring at Ye Wentian's golden left hand, telling him over and over again that what he saw was just an illusion!

"You're cheating!" Fred slapped himself on the alchemy table, pointing at Ye Wentian menacingly and questioning.

"How is it possible that you don't need a dissolving agent, no heating, no excipients and no catalyst to refine the spirit stone into spiritual liquid, this is not in line with the rules of alchemy!" Karst's eyes were full of bloodshots, Ye Wentian's refining method had subverted what he had learned for more than ten years.

Ye Wentian displayed his gold-cast left hand in front of everyone, and said proudly: "Nothing is impossible, you frogs at the bottom of the well, you only see the square inch of the sky above your heads, and you will never see the whole world!"

At the door of the Heavenly Emperor's pawnshop opposite, he was originally lying comfortably on the recliner watching the lively money shopkeeper, but suddenly a spirit jumped up, he stared at Ye Wentian's golden hand tremblingly, and the horror in his eyes even surpassed that of Custer.

"It's ...... This is the Golden Hand Martial Spirit, is this kid the descendant of the Golden Sect? If he is allowed to grow up, what year and month will my Qian family be able to win the control of the Heavenly Emperor Chamber of Commerce! What should I do, what should I do......" The Qian shopkeeper's heart was full of thoughts, and his originally fat body actually overflowed with a powerful coercion.

The silver-haired girl on the roof looked at Ye Wentian with even more unscrupulous eyes.

Custer suddenly shouted, "No, I suspect you of cheating, I want to personally check the spiritual liquid you refined!" After speaking, he rushed directly from the high platform regardless of his demeanor.

Ye Wentian stopped Custer: "If you want to check my spiritual liquid, you can, follow the rules one by one, starting with No. 1!"

Kevin seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up and shouted: "I understand, he uses the 'Qingling Pine Rubber Block', this kind of thing will quickly dissolve when it encounters spiritual power, and it looks exactly the same as the spirit stone on the surface, but in fact, it is as soft as a cake! He must be cheating with the Qingling Pine Rubber Block, yes, he is cheating!"

Fried also nodded suddenly in realization: "Yes, why didn't I expect that Kevin, you are very good, but you found out about this kid's conspiracy!"

When the surrounding audience heard Kevin say this, they all showed disdain at Ye Wentian.

Liars are shouted at by everyone everywhere, and once Ip Man is exposed, then he will definitely be driven out of the top of the sun and moon by law enforcers.

Custer sneered: "Then follow the rules one by one, and save you from making excuses." With that, he turned around and walked to Fried's No. 1 alchemy table.

Fried handed the beaker to Custer, who pulled out a crystal rod that resembled a thermometer, with bars engraved on it and numbers next to it.

The crystal rod was inserted into the spiritual liquid in the beaker, and a cyan light rose up along the crystal rod, and finally stopped at the position of 44.

Custer smiled and showed the scale to everyone: "Look, there are 44 units of spiritual liquid in the beaker, as we all know, the average loss of the spiritual liquid refined by the junior alchemist is 70%, the average loss of the intermediate alchemist is 60%, the average loss of the senior alchemist is 50%, the loss of the great alchemist is 40%, the loss of the holy alchemist is 20%, only the legendary god alchemist can reduce the loss to 0! Fried is worthy of being the leader among the intermediate alchemists, and his loss is only 56%!"

Fried looked proud, bathed in people's praise, and felt his whole body float.

Custer walked to the second alchemy table and put the crystal rod into the spiritual liquid that Kevin had refined.

The cyan pillar of light gradually rose, and finally stopped at the position of 32.

Custer smiled with satisfaction: "Everyone can see, my son Kevin's loss of refining spiritual liquid is 68%, which is lower than the average, which proves that he is no longer an alchemy apprentice, but a qualified junior alchemist! You have witnessed the birth of a great alchemist!"

Warm applause rang out, now that Kevin has officially become a junior alchemist, his troubles in the dueling arena will be consciously forgotten.

The unit value of the remaining six contestants refining spiritual liquid is basically stable between 25 and 30, and no one can surpass Kevin.

As for Wendy, it surprised everyone, the spiritual liquid she refined actually had 39 units, almost close to the level of an intermediate alchemist, but Wendy looked like she was only seven or eight years old, which was a bit terrifying!

Custer glanced at Wendy meaningfully, and finally came to the tenth alchemy platform.

"Boy, are you ready to be exposed?" said Custer, a little impatiently.