Zhou Yun's speed of throwing the medicinal herbs increased, and his hands were moving so fast that they were blurry! It was completely different from the usual alchemist who would slowly put in the medicinal herbs and carefully take care of them. It was like he was playing around!
Jian Xin, who was secretly watching from a distance, was also stunned. He admitted that each different profession was like a mountain separating him from the others. He was only a swordsman, and he had reached the peak of sword Dao. Of the entire five sects, only a few people could surpass him. However, he didn't have any talent in alchemy.
But even so, Jian Xin felt that Zhou Yun was just messing around!
How could it be possible for someone to refine pills by tossing in handfuls of medicinal herbs? The fire was so big that he would believe it if you said it was a stir-fry!
