Practicing an eighth-grade elixir in an hour is actually not an earth-shattering event for Xiang Nan.
Even more exaggerated, he has seen that Yaya has practiced all the tenth grade elixir in three hours.
Of course, it was actually practiced under Xiang Nan's guidance.
Seeing the passing of time.
The alchemist became more and more impatient.
At the nineteenth minute, the alchemist finally caught up. He slapped the alchemy furnace, and at that moment a green elixir flew out.
Both sides hold their own elixirs, and next, it is time to speak with facts.
Whose pill is better? Whose elixir is better
There is no need to firm it at all, just eat it! Good or bad, it depends on life and death.
The alchemist took the poisonous pill from Poison Master Haiqiong, swallowed it in one gulp, and immediately swallowed his own elixir.
Xiang Nan shook his head, he already knew the result, the alchemist's panacea was really only eighth-rank intermediate.
The two kinds of elixirs are completely mutually reinforcing, so whoever is more powerful will of course be judged as good.
After just thirty seconds, the alchemist suddenly turned blue, and then his whole face turned black. He spat out a big mouthful of poisonous blood, lay on the ground and began to convulse. I can't move.
An incomparably precious eighth-level alchemist died just like that.
Xiang Nan couldn't help sighing, it was a waste of resources for such a precious alchemist to die like this.
He wanted to save him, but he was powerless.
A rule is a rule, it is agreed by both parties, and any interference will only bring shame to the Alchemy Alliance.
"It's still this group." The neutral referee pointed to the brocade box and said, "The Alchemy Alliance still hasn't cracked it. Next, please ask the Alchemy Alliance to send another expert to detoxify this group of poison pills."
But in the end, the alchemy alliance didn't move anymore.
The Great Emperor Xuantian sighed sadly.
The eighth-level alchemist who was poisoned to death just now was already one of the highest ranks in the alchemist alliance, and if someone else came, they would all be eighth-level alchemists.
Basically, send one to die.
At this time, the leader of the Dark Alliance laughed loudly and said: "How about it, Xuantian, your Alchemist Alliance has lost! According to the agreement, the Alchemist Alliance will disband on its own!"
"From now on, my Dark Alliance will be the only organization favored by Mother Earth!"
Alchemist Alliance, no one answered.
"I'll do it." Emperor Xuantian sighed, ready to go up in person.
Many alchemists hurriedly stopped them, each one feeling extremely distressed: "Prince, you are severely poisoned, so you can't go out to fight. If you force alchemy, the poison will take effect quickly. You..."
Xiang Nan's mind was filled with clarity. He knew that it was the Emperor Xuantian who had finished the ninth-rank pill in this round of competition, but in the end he died of poison immediately after leaving the first ninth-rank pill.
This kind of master shouldn't end up in such a tragic way, at least, in this time gap, Xiang Nan doesn't allow it.
Blocked by many parties, but it didn't work, the Emperor Xuantian still stubbornly stepped onto the arena.
At this moment, an immature young man suddenly rushed out of the crowd.
This person looks delicate, about fifty years old, but his appearance age is only in his early twenties, so it is not surprising to say that he is a young man.
"Xuantian first seat." This young man was handsome and immature, but he gave off an air of seldom mature.
"Who are you?" Emperor Xuantian frowned.
The young man bowed respectfully, and said: "The boy's name is Bo Lan, I hope the senior will forgive the junior for his recklessness."
"This junior has possessed unique skills since he was a child, and he has always had a dream in his heart. He wants to form an alliance of refining masters. This time, he came here to offer an alchemy furnace like Xuantian's first, which this junior personally refined."
"I still hope that the first seat can be completed."
With a buzzing sound in Xiang Nan's head, he thought to himself: I am a grasshopper, the originator of the Weapon Masters Alliance!
There was a burst of ridicule at the scene, and everyone felt that Bo Lan was too presumptuous.
Emperor Xuantian also had a displeased look on his face, angrily scolded: "On the journey of alchemy, one should concentrate on the profound way, focusing on one's own attainments!"
"Even the dark alliance, which does all kinds of evil, has always followed this principle! If you are like you, you want to use the level of the alchemy furnace as a means of winning heresy, it's really contemptible! Step back!"
Alchemists do need alchemy furnaces, but they never rely too much on them, just like Xiang Nan's warriors in that era, they did to weapons.
Warriors believe that cultivating stellar qi, even body training, is the right way, but those who want to rely on powerful weapons to improve their strength all their lives are models of getting something for nothing, heresy, and opportunistic behavior.
Under the ridicule and teasing of the crowd, Na Bolan was extremely lost. He was at a turning point in his life, and he himself was not sure whether the next path he was going to take was correct.
It is undeniable that Emperor Xuantian's reprimand today had a deep-rooted influence on Bo Lan.
No one else knows this person's future achievements, but Xiang Nan knows it all too well!
In the next 130,000 years, the All-powerful Tool Master Alliance was created by this person.
It can also be said that Bolan was the first initiator of the birth of the entire martial arts civilization.
This is a school of masters worthy of being remembered by history, but today, he is still a fledgling young man, and he can only be criticized in front of Emperor Xuantian.
Who would have thought that in history, between the two great civilizations, Xuantian, the last master of the generation, and Bolan, the first ancestor of the Wujia civilization, would end in this way.
Xiang Nan was dispatched.
He jumped straight into the field.
"Xuantian's first seat, this junior is willing to dare to fight, this, please take a look." Xiang Nan didn't want to explain his identity too much, and directly threw one of the chapters of "Theory of Pills" left by Mo Ling to Xuantian Great Emperor.
That Emperor Xuantian must know the goods.
At the same time, Xiang Nan also stopped Bo Lan, patted Bo Lan on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Young man, don't give up, work hard towards your own dream."
Na Bo Lan said with a wry smile: "Even the head of Xuantian doesn't recognize me, and I don't have confidence in myself."
Xiang Nan said sternly: "What others think is their business. You must not give up what you believe in. Remember my words and believe in yourself!"
A bright light flashed in Bo Lan's eyes, and he said excitedly, "Do you think... I can do it?"
Xiang Nan nodded vigorously: "If it's okay, you have to try it, right? If a dream is so easily given up, it is not a dream."
Bo Lan clasped his hands in emotion: "Thank you brother for your encouragement! Don't worry, I have a big plan, and I believe I will succeed."
Xiang Nan smiled slightly: "I believe it."
Of course he believed that Bo Lan's big plan was lying in Xiang Nan's Tower of Time at this moment.
Dreams are like this, as long as one person approves, the dreamer will rush forward without hesitation.
Even the affirmation of one person is of great significance to Bolan.
At the same time, Emperor Xuantian put away the chapter, took a deep look at Xiang Nan, and said, "You wrote it?"
Xiang Nan shook his head: "Don't dare, this is written by the junior family teacher."
Emperor Xuantian let out a long sigh: "The person who can write such a theory must be a prodigy that day, but it's a pity that I don't have a long life, otherwise I will definitely visit."
Xiang Nandao: "The younger generation is not talented. I have learned some trivial methods from the master. I hope that I can help us people in the righteous way to get ahead. I sincerely ask the leader to approve."
That Emperor Xuantian thought for a long time: "Yes."
Xiang Nan smiled confidently, and walked towards the Poison Master Haiqiong.
Seeing that there was a young boy walking opposite, the Dark Alliance was full of ridicule.
Even the alchemist alliance was not optimistic about Xiang Nan, and couldn't understand why Emperor Xuantian would suddenly let such a young man die.
The Poison Master Haiqiong looked at Xiang Nan playfully, and said, "Little baby, I'm afraid you didn't wean your milk, so you came here to behead?"
Xiang Nan smiled slightly: "Come, come, don't you have Baiyan Burning Thunder? Let it out for the young man to see, just in time, the young man also has a few divine thunders here."
"How many?" There was an uproar at the scene, followed by roars of laughter.
Poison Master Haiqiong laughed and burst into tears: "Aren't you thinking wrong? It doesn't mean that all thunder and lightning are considered to be the God of Destroying the World, then Mi..."
Xiang Nan held up a finger, and the flames of white flames and thunder were beating endlessly at the fingertips.
At this moment, everyone opened their mouths wide, unable to speak a word.
Poison Master Haiqiong looked at Xiang Nan as if he had seen a ghost, and said in horror: "This is impossible..."
Before he could say the word Neng, Xiang Nan raised his middle finger, Xuan Bing coldly jumped on his fingertips.
"Ah..." Poison Master Haiqiong retreated a few steps in a row, and said in horror: "You..."
Xiang Nan held up his ring finger, and the speed of light thunder crackled and jumped.
Immediately afterwards, Xiang Nan successively released his Void God Thunder, Falling Heaven Thunder, Yang Flame God Thunder...
The scene was fried all of a sudden!
One person has six mines alone!
Xiang Nan thought, what are you afraid of? Anyway, it's a time gap. After pretending, I'm not afraid of revealing my identity, and I'm not afraid of others robbing me of my divine thunder. In the era of faults, why not show your talents and make a big splash.