Meng Chaoyang is indeed one step ahead of Zhang Tianmiao in terms of progress.
When the white smoke rose, many Dan Sect disciples were secretly excited. At least in terms of progress, Meng Chaoyang was ahead.
As for Wanyao Sect, although some disciples seemed nervous, more people still had confidence in Zhang Tianmiao.
Meng Chaoyang had always had a sullen face, but when he saw that the elixir was about to be released, his face showed a bit of relief. When he looked at Zhang Tianmiao again, he saw that the latter had not yet reached the finishing stage, and it was impossible to catch up on the progress. On yourself.
"I must win this game!" Meng Chaoyang said secretly in his heart, while extinguishing the flame under the alchemy furnace.
When Meng Chaoyang slowly opened the furnace lid, everyone's hearts suddenly jumped up. They stretched their necks and squinted their eyes, wanting to see the elixir that Meng Chaoyang had refined.
Meng Chaoyang took out a light cyan elixir from the elixir furnace. The elixir was completed, with a round and full shape, and seemed to be perfect.
But Meng Chaoyang frowned slightly.
The elder of the Alchemy Sect walked closer, took a look at the elixir, nodded to Meng Chaoyang, and then put the elixir into a jade bottle.
On the other side, Zhang Tianmiao also sped up the progress. After Meng Chaoyang finished, it took almost half a stick of incense to complete the elixir.
The elder of Wanyao Sect packed Zhang Tianmiao's elixir in a jade bottle, and together with the elder of the Alchemy Sect, sent their elixirs to the stone platform.
The judgment is still made by Gu Daofeng and the old man named Gong.
When the two pills appeared in front of them, both Gu Daofeng and the old man named Gong moved slightly.
"Well, not bad, both Po'er Dans are of medium quality." The old man surnamed Gong nodded and said.
Gu Daofeng said: "Although the quality is the same, Meng Chaoyang's one was refined earlier, so Meng Chaoyang won this round."
The old man surnamed Gong chuckled, shook his head, and said, "Brother Gu, don't be impatient. Which of these two pills is better cannot be decided so easily."
Gu Daofeng frowned slightly when he heard this.
I heard the old man surnamed Gong say again: "The two Po'er Dans have the same quality, so in terms of quality, they are tied. Do you agree, brother Gu?"
Gu Daofeng nodded. He couldn't help but agree with this. The quality of the two Po'erdans was indeed indistinguishable. It was reasonable to consider them to be tied.
The old man surnamed Gong held two pills and continued: "In terms of time, there is no doubt that Meng Chaoyang of Guizong is indeed superior."
Just as Gu Daofeng was about to speak, the old man surnamed Gong changed his tone and said, "But if you look carefully, the Po'er Dan, a disciple of your sect, is probably inferior in quality."
Gu Daofeng said expressionlessly: "I don't think there is any difference in appearance between the two Po'erdans."
The old man surnamed Gong said "Oh" and gave Gu Daofeng a meaningful look. Gu Daofeng looked very calm.
In fact, with Gu Daofeng's eyesight, the moment he saw the two Po'er pills, he could already see that there was indeed a slight difference in the appearance of the two pills.
This slight difference is reflected in the fragrance and color of the elixir. Although it is very difficult to detect, Gu Daofeng and the old man named Gong are both experienced alchemists and have rich experience, so they can naturally see it at a glance.
In normal times, this imperceptible difference would not be a big deal, but now, it is a competition between two alchemy sects, and any slight difference can be a decisive factor.
Gu Daofeng wanted to blur this gap, but the old man named Gong obviously would not let Gu Daofeng succeed so easily.
When the old man surnamed Gong saw Gu Daofeng pretending to be stupid, he didn't care at all, and said: "Brother Gu, you and I both understand that the quality of these two pills is about the same, but the appearance is slightly better than that of Zhang Tianmiao. In this regard, Your old brother should know better than me."
Gu Daofeng said calmly: "The appearance is only secondary, the quality is the key. The two pills are of equal quality and there is no difference between them. Meng Chaoyang took less time. This battle should be the victory of our pill sect."
Hearing this, the old man named Gong burst into laughter and shook his head at Gu Daofeng.
"Brother Gu, this is wrong. Since you and I have our own opinions, why not take a step back and let this be a draw?" the old man surnamed Gong said with a smile.
Hearing this, Gu Daofeng felt a little strange. This old guy was willing to take a step back. This was really rare.
However, Gu Daofeng is also willing to the suggestion of the old man surnamed Gong. After all, if he insists on judging Meng Chaoyang the winner in this match, it would be a bit reluctant. After all, the quality of the pill is also very important, and it should be within the scope of judging the winner. Inside.
Let me ask, if there are two elixirs of equal quality, one is round and translucent, as bright as a pearl, while the other is bumpy and dull, as long as a normal person will choose the better-looking one.
Even though Meng Chaoyang was one step ahead in refining the elixir, the difference in the quality of the elixir could not be ignored.
The two are balanced against each other, and it can indeed be said that there is a tie between Meng Chaoyang and Zhang Tianmiao.
Of course, for Wanyao Sect, this result is completely acceptable, but for Dan Sect, it is not the best result.
Because in Gu Daofeng's mind, Meng Chaoyang had better win this game, and if Fang Lin loses in the last game, even if Dan Zong is ridiculed by Wanyao Sect and his reputation is damaged, he will have a better chance. An opportunity to suppress Fang Lin.
But now, this crucial second game ended in a tie, and the outcome of the third game suddenly became sensitive.
Even if the third game is a draw, then Danzong has lost.
If Dan Zong wants to save everything, there is only one outcome, that is, Fang Lin must win. In this way, Dan Zong will not lose, and the three competitions with Wanyao Sect will end in a draw.
The tangle and contradiction in Gu Daofeng's heart was that he hoped that Fang Lin could turn the tide, but he didn't want to see Fang Lin win.
When the old man surnamed Gong saw that Gu Daofeng had stopped talking, he knew that he had acquiesced. He immediately stood up and said loudly to the eagerly awaited crowd: "In the second game, both sides are tied."
As soon as these words came out, the disciples and elders on both sides were stunned, and then there was a sudden realization.
"Why is it a tie? How can it be a tie?"
"This is impossible! Senior Brother Meng didn't win?"
"It's so strange. With Senior Brother Zhang's strength, he shouldn't be unable to win."
Both the Dan Sect and the Wanyao Sect looked puzzled.
But after the old man named Gong announced the result, he returned to his seat without further explanation.
On the alchemy altar, Meng Chaoyang looked ugly and clenched his fists.
A tie was a result he had not expected and a result he could not accept.