With Yu Xinghuo's arrogant tone, a blue furnace tripod, roughly half the height of a person, crashed into the middle of the hall, shimmering with colorful lights, looking inexplicably like a slot machine in a game arcade.
This made Shen Qiang want to laugh because as soon as he saw such flashy designs, Shen Qiang knew that this furnace tripod couldn't be very good.
The reason is simple: for an alchemist, the most important function of a furnace tripod is refining elixir pills; any function not meant for refining is rubbish.
Can a furnace tripod that flashes like it has a circle of slot machine lights improve the quality of pill refining?
So such a thing, in Shen Qiang's eyes, definitely belongs to the top among garbage.
But at this moment, Shen Qiang casually glanced at the five people on the judging panel and found their eyes were brimming with enthusiasm, like hungry wolves.
