Imperial Beast: I Can Copy and Synthesize Infinitely

He stared at Qin Feng angrily, the fifth-order breath on his body exploded, and his face was full of anger.

"Is this the pharmacist you mentioned? This kid is too arrogant!" Lang Cong shouted angrily at Chen Ping, who looked very life and death.

Liangping didn't expect Qin Feng to say such words, and his face was a little embarrassed. After all, the identities of the two people are relatively special, and it is difficult for him to handle.

So he said hesitantly: "Brother Qin Feng, Lang Cong is indeed a poison master, and he is also a fifth-rank poison master.

I know you are good at potions, but making poisons is really different, and Master Langcong told me the seriousness of the matter on the way here. I think it is really necessary to develop poisons and kill them once. "

He said, looking at Qin Feng with some expectation.

I thought in my heart that I am a junior after all, although he has a bit of a temper, but he has said so, why should he be given a step down?

And in fact, I also think that Qin Feng is not reliable, because he is too young, he looks only twenty years old.

At this age, even if the talent is good, becoming a pharmacist at the third or fourth level is already very good. After all, this profession not only depends on talent, but also needs years of precipitation.

Lang Cong got a little proud of his angry expression when he heard the words, and said proudly: "At first, I wanted to point out you, a young man, but I didn't expect to be so arrogant. If it wasn't for Brother Jie's face, this matter would not be my turn at all." You do it!"

Qin Feng listened to the words of the two of them, and kept his expression indifferent and his eyes calm throughout the whole time.

This is because he kept his eyes on the two of them, otherwise he would be considered as not listening to them.

Under the gaze of the two, he finally spoke slowly.

"Finished?

After speaking, you can step aside. "

At first, I really felt a little impulsive. After all, these plant monsters with the origin of monsters are no small matter, but when he heard Lang Cong introduce himself as a fifth-level poison maker, he became more determined in his original intention. idea.

Such a person must not be allowed to intervene!

Insufficient in ability and self-righteous, such a conceited poison maker must not be able to help, and will make this matter more and more troublesome.

The two people who thought Qin Feng was enlightened, saw his attitude, and the smile on their faces disappeared instantly.

Chen Ping's expression even froze on his face, and so did Lang Cong, but his smile gradually turned into anger.

"Chen Ping, this kid is too arrogant, I will put my words here today, if I don't get involved in this matter, if the plants outside are flooded, I won't care anymore!

Don't say it's you, even if Brother Jie is here, I won't care about this matter anymore! "

His face was flushed, and he could see how annoyed he was.

Chen Ping's face turned extremely ugly. He knew that Qin Feng and Qin Feng were both thinking about the vines, but they both looked down on each other. Although this kind of thing is common among pharmacists, it is he who is in trouble now.

He stood still and hesitated for a while, then slowly said: "How about this, you can simply compare the level of drug production and win or lose.

Those who win will count what they say next, and those who lose can no longer refute and must obey. "

"good!

Just simply refine the poison, let me see how good you are! "Lang Cong applauded immediately, with an excited expression.

"Huang-haired boy, I have refined more poisons than you have ever seen. Let me show you today!" He gritted his teeth and looked at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng really doesn't know how to praise him. He is obviously a newcomer in his early twenties, a young man, and he has no sense of awe at all.

For such a person, he already concluded that the level of pharmacists was not high, so he wanted to teach him a good lesson.

Lang has already started to extract medicinal materials from the space watch. It seems that he needs to refine it out of thin air. This method can indeed be done by using spiritual power, and it can be regarded as a relatively advanced method.

Qin Feng looked at him indifferently, and a hint of disdain suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The other party frowned, and before he could speak, he saw Qin Feng also start to take out medicinal materials from the space watch.

With a flick of the palm, three herbs appeared in the hand.

The rarity of the three herbs is relatively low, and they are relatively common. They don't seem to be too old for many years, and they are really ordinary to extreme herbs.

An ice-blue flame rises from the palm of the hand, and the void smelting begins directly.

The ice-blue flames flickered coquettishly, attracting the attention of the two present.

"Hmph, it's just a low-level poison." Lang Cong snorted with disdain in his eyes when he saw the three herbs.

As a poison maker, his basic skills are actually better than those of pharmacists, so it is very easy to tell what kind of medicine he wants to refine at a glance.

The second-order poison is called Qinghong.

This name sounds more interesting, because it is rumored that the person who made the poison was a woman. It is said that in a small town with green mountains and green waters, she met a man. The man just glanced at her and made her feel shocked. Skip the word and...

Then the woman was devastated to find out that the man had a wife, and directly made the poison to kill him.

This poison will make the internal organs exhaust, the toxicity is average, it can be regarded as a chronic poison, as long as it is discovered in time, there are many ways to treat it, but there will be sequelae.

Lang was ready, but he was going to think briefly first, because he decided to come up with an amazing poison to convince Qin Feng.

At his current level, he can think of a better way to improve it after thinking about it for a minute or two.

ten seconds.

thirty seconds.

One minute!

He thought of a way, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Just about to start refining his own poison, Qin Feng suddenly spoke.

"I'm done refining, you don't need to do it."

Finished refining?

He suddenly looked up and found Qin Feng's palm holding a ball of liquid with spiritual power.

It is indeed "Qinghong"!

Even if it is a second-order poison, it takes him three to five minutes to refine it, but Qin Feng finished it in one minute?

It must be perfunctory, the young man is too impatient.

He thought, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "It's just a simple Qinghong, is this your level? If this is the case, I really don't have to waste time refining it."

The one who answered him was Qin Feng who put away his spiritual power and quickly withdrew his palm.

The support of spiritual power disappeared, and the solution in mid-air began to fall under the action of gravity, and fell to the ground after a few seconds.

moment.

The brown soil on the ground began to turn black. After a few seconds, the four to five square meters of the ground was completely black. The few grasses on it dried up in an instant, and the ground cracked with a "cracking" sound.

Qin Feng looked at the two shocked expressions indifferently, his eyes were calm.

And at this time, silently...

Sound is better than sound!