Snow flame pill

Li Tian couldn't wait to leave this place. He was afraid that if he went back late, the third round of the gathering would have ended long ago.

"Alright, but you must be careful.“

Zi Jianming couldn't help but remind Li Tian. Then, he waved his hand, and Li Tian disappeared in a flash of purple light.

At the alchemy workshop in Ping Cheng, the competition had reached the stage of white heat.

When Li Tian opened his eyes, he was already standing on the eight-trigram array of the elixir production Association.

The alchemy God Palace's Gate was still open. On the elders 'Obsidian table, there was an exquisite bamboo basket. There were many snow root herbs on the bamboo basket.

The snow root was tied up with a cloth with words written on it. It was probably to distinguish the harvest of each Alchemist.

At this moment, the sound of drums and gongs filled the sky. The elixir workshop's Deacon announced that the third round of the competition was about to begin.