After half a minute, I was satisfied with the trousers, and the white jade bottle shook in the hand, so that the liquid inside was fully integrated.

Looking at his masterpiece, Yan Zhizhe proudly smiled: "Hey, let you taste the holy water of Xiaoye today."

The bottle was stuffed and the **** was turned out of the warehouse.

On the refining platform, the night feathers and Fu Hong stood quietly there.

Fu Hong's spirit liquid did not move in front of him. Although Fu Hong was proud, he had his own principles. In order to be fair, he insisted on waiting for the night feathers to pick up the spirit liquid and then start to smell the medicine.

Qi Caizhe first came to the seven elders and handed a piece of paper to the seven elders, which said that the mixture of medicinal herbs was mixed, which was convenient for a comparison of the results.

Turning around, Yan Caizhe hurriedly walked in front of the night feathers, "Miss Demon Ji, the spirit liquid refining is good, please smell the medicine."

Speaking of the back, Yan Caizhe’s voice is a little trembling, not because of fear, but because of the fact that the enchantress will smell and taste the white jade bottle, and he is excited.

The night feathers looked cold and looked at Qi Caizhe. The smugness and excitement on his face were seen in the eyes of Yu Yu.

The seven elders who acted as referees supported the voice: "The two masters can start to smell the medicine. Please write the identified medicine on paper."

The seven elders made a gesture of asking.

The two started to act.

The night feathers glanced at the white jade bottle, one finger, the cork dropped, just took it and looked at it. When I saw the light yellow liquid inside, the night feather pupil shrank slightly, and the corner of the mouth appeared a little cold.

"Smell, smell..." The singer of the singer is full of excitement, the two palms have been quietly clenched, looking forward to the next move of the night feathers.

On the other side, Fu Hong has observed the color of the spirit liquid, poured a drop of the liquid in the bottle, smelled the smell, and dipped a little spirit liquid into the mouth with a fingertip to taste it. After a few seconds, Master Fu Hong Lift up the brush and write down seven or eight herbs.

On the other hand, the night feathers, no professional movements, even the smell did not smell, just took it and glanced back and put it back to the original place, also raised the brush to write something.

"Hey? What happened? How did the enchantress write directly?"

“Only one glance can see the type of medicinal material? Can’t, even if it’s a six-pack and seven-product refining pharmacist, you can’t do this!”

Many refining pharmacists have been talking about the behavior of the night feathers. They are the first time they have seen the medicine and only look at it with their eyes.

On the other side, the elders sat on the chairs and sank like water. Several elders also whispered to each other to discuss whether the enchantress was illusory, or how to distinguish the spirits.

Lao Lai and Sun Anpeng are very calm. They don't understand refining medicine, but they understand the night feathers. The two strong people know that Yu Yu must have his own reasons.

"I wrote it, and the seven elders announced the results." Fu Hong put down the pen, and had already waited for the **** disciples to rush to the letter to the seven elders.

The seven elders nodded and announced in a loud voice: "Master Fu Hong distinguishes the types of spiritual fluids, earth flowers, hanging hay, centuries-old ganoderma lucidum..."

The seven elders read out ten kinds of medicinal materials in one breath, and compared the list given to themselves by the middle-aged refining pharmacist. They read again: "The spirit of Master Fu Hong is made up of twelve kinds of medicines. The master discerns the ten. Kind, all in their columns."

Around the discussion, Fu Hong master stood there and held his hand, and there was a bit of confidence in the eyebrows.