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... nerally used by ordinary martial arts.

First-class elixir, used for martial arts-level strong.

Second-class elixir, used in the great martial arts realm.

To evaluate the alchemist, you only need to make one ordinary elixir.

However, if you want to become a first-class alchemist, you must pass the first-class alchemist assessment, that is, you must be able to make a first-class elixir.

There are many ordinary alchemists in Xuanyun City, but there are less than t ...

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