Bai Jinyi's mental power was swept away. Although most of the consoles had no one on it, the above was a mess. Only one console was empty, and no one had ever moved.

"It seems that the console in the middle is for you."

The night feathers did not answer, and walked slowly toward the console.

Bai Jinyi looked at the crowds on the side, looked at the viewing ceremony, stood still in the same place, and stood quietly at the entrance to watch the night feathers, which was particularly conspicuous.

"Look, you see, what the woman is doing, how come now?"

"Look at the son who wears white clothes over there, so good temperament, I don't know which family it is."

Song Yuer was sweating the rain on the stage, and heard the commotion of the crowd around him. He glanced at the corner of his eye and saw the night feathers that he had walked in front of him.

Crouching.

Song Yuer’s bite of silver teeth, the last time the refining pharmacist assessed, although he was promoted to become a refining pharmacist, but the limelight was all robbed by the night feathers! This time I thought I wouldn't have her, I didn't expect the night feathers to come out again!

"Hey! The hour has passed by more than half, even if you are a two-product pharmacist, it is impossible to refine it in such a short period of time!" Song Yuer’s mouth showed a disdain, no place, and he could not enter the Institute of Pharmaceutical Pharmacy.

"Old Song, Lao Song, look at the girl, is it the last refining pharmacist union?"

"Well? Which?" Song Yuer's father, Song Yuandong, sat in the last row of the ceremonial table, and looked at the night feathers in the field.

"It's really, huh, huh, now it's coming, it's a bit late. You look at the hour, less than an hour, even if President Ye comes personally, I am afraid that I can't produce high-quality medicinal herbs." Song Yuandong's face With a smile, my daughter has one less competitor.

The night feathers walked step by step to the console in the voice of the crowd.

Looked at the countertop, it was really clean, even a drug Ding did not have it, it seems that it is all on its own.

The night feathers used the spirit to sweep the medicinal herbs refining a few people around them. There were a few people who refining the medicinal herbs, and some of them could not refine the medicinal herbs.

Hey!

The night feathers flashed on the hand, and the bronze dinger fell on the console.

"Hey, copper tripod." Song Yuer's console is not far from the night feathers. Seeing the medicine of the night feathers, the corners of the mouth are again disdainful. Anyone who knows the medicines knows that the quality of the medicine is very important. All used Yin Ding, the monk dare to use copper tripod, this medicinal medicine, she can not be fixed!

Night Feathers felt the time, and there was more than an hour, enough to refine the purple Lingdan.

Boom!

The turquoise flame was thrown into the furnace.

Inevitably, it caused a commotion in the square crowd.

The seven emperors, looking at the blue-green flame, looked at the pick, and the heart was a little uneasy.

The square on the stage is cold and clear, and the temperature in the night feather furnace is felt. The pupil is sharply enlarged!

It is her, this feeling, when she killed Yan Hua, she must be her!

Fang Lengqing looked at the blue-green flame, feeling, very familiar... In the Tianshan Mountains, the mysterious man used this kind of flame.

The aura of the night feathers blinked one after another, and a medicinal material for refining purple Lingdan was taken out. The other people's medicines were prepared three or five times to prevent the loss and refining failure.

But for the night feathers, the purple Lingdan thing, closed eyes, will not go wrong, the only difficulty is time.