"Hiss!" There was a sound of air-conditioning. The twenty-year-old and the grandmaster were not surprising separately, but when combined, the two were simply atomic bomb-level lethality!
None of those famous masters are hundreds or thousands of years old. This twenty-year-old is indeed frighteningly young!
"Are you serious?"
"How can I lie to you? My aunt's cousin's second niece's son works as a servant in the city lord's mansion, and I have seen the young alchemist with my own eyes!"
The speaker looked very proud, as if he had a sense of superiority because he had an incomparable relative working in the city lord's mansion.
At this time, Yun Qingyan and his party were also nearby. Emperor Jiuque did not come because he wanted to sacrifice the Prajna Creation Pill. Feng Liao followed Yun Qingyan in hiding and acted as a bodyguard. No one except Yun Qingyan knew about him. exist.
"Are there any master-level alchemists participating in the competition?" Yun Rong, who was going to the alchemist conference with Yun Qingyan, was shocked when he heard the discussion around him.
Although City Lord Lingtian said that there are no restrictions for this competition, the master-level figures all maintain their own identities and will not come to such a trivial conference. The presence of a master-level alchemist made Yunrong very happy. surprise.
He turned to look at Yun Qingyan, shook his head and said,
"Girl, Qingyan, the master of alchemy is here, your chance of winning is slim."
It's not big, it's not big at all! That's the master of alchemy!
The masters of alchemy are then masters of alchemy. All of them are masters of alchemy and have a thorough understanding of alchemy. They are not comparable to ordinary alchemists.
But in order not to undermine Yun Qingyan's confidence, Yun Rong could only speak tactfully.
Mr. Yun Tian also patted Yun Qingyan and said, "Yan'er, the important thing is to participate. We are just here to experience, it doesn't matter even if we can't win."
Yun Qingyan, who had been criticized by her own people before the competition even started, felt helpless. Is she so disliked by others
"I think Sister Yun will win." Yun Lu, who was younger, muttered quietly.
The others paid no heed to her words. Yunlu is only eleven or twelve years old, what can she understand? The energy of the alchemy master was beyond their imagination.
Feng Liao, who was invisible as a guard, looked up at the sky. He didn't realize how rare and powerful the twenty-year-old alchemy master was.
His lord is...
Um…
Madam, with the guidance of the Lord, will only be stronger than that little master.
"Grandpa, I understand, the important thing is to participate." Yun Qingyan smiled at Yun Tian.
Even if she doesn't get first place, she can still find other ways to exchange Han Bailian with City Lord Lingtian.
The group of people arrived at the competition ground, where thousands of competition stages were guarded by guards, and both contestants and spectators were kept out.
Soon, the vibration of gear friction began to sound.
In the huge competition platform, several high platforms rose up and gradually rotated. Thousands of competition platforms merged into a large platform that was hundreds of feet long.
That magnificent and vast scene captured everyone's attention.
Yun Qingyan's eyes showed surprise.
Unexpectedly, there is a mechanism built under the competition ground in Lingtian City. The small competition stage can be spliced and moved to form a larger competition stage.
Above the right side of the competition platform, there is a high platform suspended, covered with various kinds of precious fruits and covered with soft cushions. It seems to be the judges' seat.
God-king-level guards with sharp auras stood solemnly on both sides of the judges' table. Their uniform look of God-king pressure gave people the sense of oppression of thousands of troops.
(End of chapter)