"Two out of five ..."
"And that Daoist yunyue, he won 500!"
Tang Hao rubbed his chin and pondered.
This medicinal effect was not bad, much stronger than he had expected.
However, he was still not very satisfied. After all, the success rate was less than 50%. If it could reach 50% or 60%, that would be more ideal.
"Lord alchemy God, do you still have more of these pills?"
The tone of those few people became extremely respectful.
In the entire Holy region, there were only eight alchemy gods, especially those from the Holy Temple's alchemy Pavilion. They were all highly respected and admired by the world.
"There's more!"
Tang Hao gave each of them a pill so that they could go back and try again.
After distributing the pills, Tang Hao went back to his room to study and improve the recipe. He had the second version of the recipe.
After that, he went to buy the materials and made ten more.
