The Charm of Soul Pets

“The four people on Yang Qian's right, all of Yang Qian's proud disciples, among whom Qing has expressed willingness to join our soul palace, the other three positions are not yet certain. The three people on the left side of Yang Qian are the disciples of the Zhu Dynasty of Medicine. The person closest to Yang Qian, named Zhu Zizhan, is the righteous son of Zhu Dynasty. He is second only to Yang Qian in psychic creation. At the same time, he is also a powerful soul spoiler, and he is more likely to win the championship. ”

Princess Wanning gently introduced Chu Twilight, who was sitting beside her, to some of the more outstanding and qualified to compete for first place.

Chu Twilight wears a mask and sits flat with the Princess of the Soul Temple. A big problem is that it will get a lot of attention.

Chu Twilight, on the one hand, temporarily did not want Ye Zheng to see himself. On the other hand, Chu Twilight also worried that some people from the heavens would recognize themselves. In any case, the huge statue of Wang in the lower city on the day Chu Twilight looked at was now turned into his statue. On such a crowded occasion, Chu Twilight felt that he should not shake his appearance randomly. It might be that someone who had participated in the world's decision had seen him here.

So it would be nice to keep a low profile on this occasion.

Chu Twilight gazed and began to look for leaves in the sea.

However, Ye Tingzi and Ye Wansheng have obviously passed through the costume. Even a soul-searching search is difficult to find him, and Ningman is not well suited for this multi-player occasion.

As Chu Twilight searched for Ye Tingzi, Ye Wansheng had already discovered Chu Twilight sitting at the height of the Quartet seat.

Ye Wansheng knew that Chu Twilight was the master of the Soul Palace. It was no surprise to see him sitting next to Princess Wanning. At best, he threw a few white eyes with envy.

Ye Jinzu entered the competition as a vagrant spiritualist, so she stood almost at the outer end of the ring and was not so easy to attract attention here.

Ye Wansheng stood beside Ye Tingzi as his deputy.

Every spiritual master can have a deputy. Ye Wansheng is not really able to be a qualified deputy. He also comes here mainly to protect his sister.

If one were to know that Ye Zhengzi was a worthy disciple, the Soul Alliance would certainly not let them go.

“Interesting. It's all arranged to the outside. What kind of mask do you think it's going to attract attention?” Suddenly, leaves lean next to a spiritual voice.

Ye leaned up and glanced at the sorceress next to him.

The sorceress was dressed like a flower, her lips were bright and bloody, her eyes were constantly twitching, but every time she drifted from the tall men on the Quartet, her face was smiling a little.

Ye Lenzu simply stood there quietly ignoring the deliberate ridicule of the sorceress beside him.

Ye Tingzi did have a mask on her face, which covered her entire appearance.

Many spiritualists in this room wear masks, because many do not actually want to join certain forces, or have been determined to join certain forces, they will wear masks, so that even if they get a high ranking in this fight for spirituality and prove their strength, they will not be chased down by the major forces that come after them and forced to join them.

So most of the masks on these occasions represent their unwillingness to join any forces.

Almost all the spirituals arranged to the end, like them, have little fame or prestige in all fields. Such spiritualists are actually lazy enough to send people to visit, and it is really easy to get ridiculed by others for putting on such a masked figure of height.

“What a mess, are you here to compete with psychics, or are you selling meat here!” Ye Wansheng looked at her very badly, and her mouth spurted and scolded.

Ye Wansheng's first instinct is to scold the streets, especially women. Even in such occasions, Ye Wansheng has not forgotten his instincts.

“Oh, a medicinal child is qualified to do my duty, your master has never taught you to shut up when you can't even call yourself a spiritualist!” The gorgeous lip spiritualist didn't give a weak scolding.

Soon after, Ye Wansheng and the maid of the wind and dust squirted each other, and the noise grew louder and louder.

A black pharmacist's robe was covered in leaves leaning indifferently, and her ears were always full of scolding voices from her brother and others, and she had long been able to filter his voice out.

Ye leaning eyes through the crowd, looking at the innermost table, she knew very well that there would be some people there who posed some threat to their first place in this spiritual struggle.

“The Spiritual Fight, today's Preliminary Games, I'm sure when you see the simple utensils and grass visited on the stone table, you should know what you are going to do...” He presided over the big picture as an old man, who covered the whole square with his soul reading voice.

“The test for you today is basic merit, refining, you have three bottles of appliances containing spiritual grass on your stone table, and ten basic leaks, which require you to refine the maximum and purest spiritual liquid within a limited period of two hours, and then we will have people make an on-the-spot assessment of the spiritual liquid you have refined, so that those who meet the requirements can advance to the next round of competition. ”

“Well, you can start now. ”

As soon as the old man's voice went down, he discovered that the black-pressed spiritualists in the square buried their heads in the first place, took out one of the spiritual grasses, and began the first step of extraction.

These people, or skilful, or slutty, or nervous, or accommodating, no one can know exactly whose psychic skills are at stake until the results come out.

“What is this refining? How do you rate it?” Ye Wansheng clumped up next to Ye Tingzi, looking at the ten completely obscure utensils above him, asked.

Ye Wansheng has no knowledge of psychic arts. For the reason of today's competition, Ye Wansheng always has to know how high his sister's psychic arts are, so he specifically asked how this kind of psychic competition can be scored.

Ye Zhengzi's basic work was already solid, and she was doing a very simple, hands-up motion, placing ten messy utensils in a single word and sequencing them.

“The materials and utensils used by all of us are the same. This is a relatively common lunar grass. It is generally used to refine the soul juice inside it as a fusion agent for some crystals. The purity of the soul juice determines the quality of the crystals after the fusion of the two properties…” Ye leaned slowly to explain to Ye Wansheng.

For her current level, there is no need to concentrate at all on this simple refining, or even complete it with her eyes closed, let alone talk to others.

When spirits and crystals strengthen soul pets, they are not 100% successful. If soul pets are not prepared for enough breakthroughs, they strengthen failures, and the quality of spirits also has a great impact.

For example, the Imperial Primary Spirit, some of the Imperial Primary Spirits, can strengthen Chu's soul pet in the bottleneck to the Imperial Primary.

But there are some low-quality spirits who, although they are also at the imperial level, can also make monarchs emperors, but the success rate is likely to be less than one percent.

This is a disparity in the quality of spiritual objects.

Generally, wild natural spirits will be of higher quality, and spiritual objects refined by spiritualists will be of much lower quality.

“How high quality can you produce with these three grasses?” Ye Wansheng asked.

“Perfect quality, the same quality should be determined by quantity.” Ye Tingzi replied.

“Little sister, this druggie of yours, he knows nothing and dares to be a druggie?” At this point, the sorceress next door made another sharp mockery.

“Ignore the old woman.” Ye Wansheng said.

“Who do you say is an old woman!!” The sorceress immediately looks like she's about to leave!!

Ye Zhengzi also stopped talking and began to earnestly refine the side.

This moongrass refining, leaf leaf leaves can be easily refined to produce the perfect grade quality blender, I believe there should also be some people present to easily complete the perfect grade quality refining.

Ye Tinzi wonders how many perfect blenders he can produce from these three limited resources.

……

In explaining the quality problem to Ye Wansheng, Chu Twilight also asked Teacher De Ling how the refining scored high.

“How many people do you think are able to produce the perfect quality in the presence?” Chu Twilight asked.

“If the quality of the upper level reaches one litre at the same time, there will be about 2,000 people who can pass, even if they pass. And those who can refine the perfect quality, the amount of one drop, about 500.” Teacher De Ling also explained patiently to Chu Twilight.

Teacher De Ling is also one of the few people who knows Chu Twilight identity. His spiritual art is also very high in Lingcheng.

“My two disciples should be able to produce about 5 drops of perfect quality spiritual fluid, which is pretty good in the competition. However, compared to those people, there is still a huge gap, and I estimate that the great princesses of Yang Qian, Zhu Zizhan and Soul Palace should all be able to produce 10 drops of perfect quality.” Teacher De Ling said.

“I don't know if they're going to come up with all the strength, which is more basic than trying. ”

Chu Twilight nodded, according to Ye Wansheng, Ye Zheng is very promising to compete for the first place, basically, it should not be less than Teacher De Ling said those people.

Two hours is not too long. At the end of the time, Chu Twilight even saw that many spiritualists had not continued refining, but had stood there waiting for the end.

These spiritualists may have already refined the grass to its limits, or may have met the qualification requirements and feel unnecessary to continue refining.

But Chu Twilight found that none of the 100 most backgrounded spiritualists at the first ring table had stopped refining. Obviously, they were going to compete in this first round of competition for the perfect level of quality refinery!

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