Chapter 957 (1/2)

”Dangdang Dang -”

the bell rang, accompanied by the voice of the elder who announced the time, spread all over the square: ”there is still time for a stick of incense before the end of the competition.”

Hearing the news, the pharmacists were more and more anxious.

The release of the fire, but also more exuberant.

Some pharmacists have already refined the pills, sweating and sitting in their positions, waiting for the last incense time.

Night Qingluo, at this time is constantly using small fire, refining equipment.

Wave after wave of the power of the heart fire, constantly surging.

On her forehead, sweat has been oozing out.

It is impossible to say that you are not flustered.

Bingwulingshen pill is not a good pill to refine. If it is put in normal times, it will take her at least half a day to refine it.

Moreover, it still depends on the power of the dragon medicine tripod.

However, the ordinary utensil used now can't be more ordinary.

It is really difficult to refine it in one hour.

But it's a little difficult, and she has to do it.

She is not qualified to lose the game.

She has to win.

We have to win.

The sweat on her forehead has covered her long curled eyelashes and obscured her eyes.

”Dangdang Dang -”

there was another chime: ”there is still half a column of incense before the end of the competition.”

Night clear chin, drip a drop of sweat.

She gazed at the appliance, and then raised her hand to a flap near it.

The appliance bounced up.

The next moment, a group of heartburn, will be the instrument, directly wrapped up.

It's like a fire dragon that completely devours that instrument.

Mu Zifei exclaimed in disbelief at the instrument wrapped by heartfire: ”brother, the power of her heartfire What a surprise... ”

”I can't mistake people.” Mu Zifan's fundus also hides a trace of excitement and joy.