"Oh my god, what's going on? Master Song, who was able to bring back the liquid medicine that had been completely destroyed before, failed for the first time in the three rounds of pill competition. Is it really as the old Yan said? , Master Song can't make a fifth-grade pill at all?"
On the display stage, when Zhuo Fan spread out his palms, revealing the dark ashes, Xiaoya couldn't help but yell. But as soon as she finished speaking, a sword-like gaze glared at her fiercely.
Suddenly shivering, Xiao Ya looked at Zhuo Fan with some fear, and then closed her mouth immediately. But her yelling was heard by everyone present.
For a while, everyone couldn't help tightening their hearts, looking in Zhuo Fan's direction with sympathy and worry.
The people on the host stage looked at him nervously. Since the start of the Baidan event, the Poisonous Medicine King has been suppressed, and his arrogant arrogance has been suppressed, completely suppressed by Zhuo Fan.
If Zhuo Fan loses, who can be the opponent of Poisonous Medicine King
Tao Danniang? Hehe, although she is a veritable sixth-rank alchemist, it is a pity that Wang Yansong has never looked at her directly.
At this moment, as everyone knows, the only confidant of the poisonous hand medicine king is Zhuo Fan, a peerless genius who has mastered the secrets of ancient alchemy. As long as Zhuo Fan is removed, he will be the veritable No. 1 in Tianyu, no one is invincible!
Suddenly, people all looked at Zhuo Fan hopefully. Even those who came here at first just wanted to find some good alchemists to return to their clan. They couldn’t help but balance their hearts and lean towards Zhuo Fan. side.
It would be a shame that such a talented alchemist lost the game and lost his life just because of his lack of cultivation!
However, reality is reality. After Zhuo Fan failed to refine the alchemy for the first time, his complexion became gray and motionless, as if he had been hit hard to bear, he was completely desperate.
Alas, poor child!
Off the court, there was already a young woman who couldn't help weeping. The Poisonous Pill King sneered, no longer looking at Zhuo Fan, a loser who had completely lost his fighting spirit, and concentrated on alchemy.
The fire of Yuanli in his hand blazed fiercely, and all the liquid medicine in the fire quickly agglomerated and turned into the embryonic form of a pill. Seeing that soon, the poisonous medicine king's spirit pill will be refined, Tao Danniang can't help but feel anxious, and hurriedly pinches the technique to refine it.
It is a pity that all her medicinal materials have just been refined into medicinal liquids, and it is estimated that there is no time to condense into a pill, and the poisonous hand medicine king has already been refined successfully.
This situation is extremely dangerous. Chu Qingcheng and the others also ignored the poor, already depressed Zhuo Fan, turned to look at Tao Danniang and Poisonous Hand Medicine King, a dense layer of sweat leaked from their heads, and two fists were clenched nervously in their hands. .
"Hahaha... I'm done. Now, the champion of the third round of pill competition, and the kid's head, belong to the old man." Finally, Tao Danniang had just condensed into the prototype of the pill, and the poisonous medicine king laughed. Already sounded.
In a blink of an eye, the pill in the flames of the poisonous hand medicine king's hand has already glowed with a crystal clear luster, and the pill will be formed in the next moment, and no one can stop the pace of his pill king anymore.
"Hmph, you want to defeat the old man, you are hundreds of years early." The Poisonous Hand Medicine King shouted, with unprecedented excitement.
It's not easy. The damn little beast has been pressed for the first two rounds, and it is only now that the old man's real skills can be used.
Seeing that the pill in his hand was about to completely turn into a fifth-level spirit pill in one breath, the corners of the poisonous hand medicine king's mouth opened wider and wider, and he was even happier than when he successfully refined the seventh-level spirit pill for the first time that year.
Huangpu Qingyun in the distance nodded in satisfaction when seeing this scene.
Tao Danniang gritted her teeth and sighed unwillingly. Chu Qingcheng and others on the host stage clenched their fists, but only helplessness and resentment were in their eyes.
Everything seems to have settled, and there is no possibility of turning around. The poisonous hand medicine king will become the champion of the third round of the pill competition, and will take the treasure of his Huayu Tower, Bodhi Root, in the last action.
In the meantime, no one can stop him!
Huayulou, after this round, the defeat is set...
Aye!
Suddenly, someone sneezed a big sneeze, resounding through the audience. Immediately afterwards, after hearing a loud bang, the flame in the hands of Poisonous Hand Medicine King suddenly exploded.
The poisonous hand medicine king didn't pay attention, his beard and eyebrows were instantly blackened. Together with the pill in his hand, it was completely turned into ashes!
Uh!
For a moment, everyone was stunned, and they looked at each other, all of which were unclear. How easy is it that this old-fashioned pill exploded
As the first alchemist of Tianyu, his poisonous hand medicine king shouldn't have made such a mistake.
The body was shaking uncontrollably, the Poisonous Hand Medicine King stiffened his body, and slowly turned his head, his face was completely replaced by the look of anger that seemed to be cannibalistic.
And the place he looked at was precisely the position of Zhuo Fan not far from him.
Following his gaze, people unexpectedly discovered that Zhuo Fan at this time had completely lost his previous depressed complexion, instead there was a sly smile at the corner of his mouth. Under his nostrils, two cyan mucus were also hanging straight down, I don't know what it was.
hiss!
He sucked his nose hard and sucked the two mucus into his nostrils. Zhuo Fancan rubbed his nose with a smile, and said apologetically: "Hahaha... I'm sorry, Elder Yan, recently... I feel cold!"
Bang bang bang!
As soon as this statement came out, everyone's eyeballs broke instantly and their faces twitched fiercely.
Master Song, the reason you are looking for is too ridiculous, it's even more inconsistent than the previous reason of the Poisonous Medicine King! There is no reason for a cultivator to catch wind and cold
After the Qi Gathering Realm, it won't invade all diseases, okay! What's more, you are now in the Bone Forging Realm.
If you want to retaliate against him, then retaliate directly, no one will stop you. But you have to find a better reason for not, don't treat us as fools!
Everyone present had already seen this point, let alone the biggest victim of the explosion, Zhuo Fan, who was mainly targeting the Poisonous Pill King himself.
The body was shaking uncontrollably, and the Poisonous Hand Medicine King was obviously about to be mad.
Just waiting for a while, and in the blink of an eye, his fifth-grade spirit pill was successfully refined. But just at this most critical juncture, Zhuo Fan, this kid unexpectedly gave him a trick, letting all his previous achievements go.
This is like finding the treasure that he dreamed of after fifty years of searching. Seeing that he was about to get it, he suddenly felt like he was smashed by a hammer.
That kind of heart-wrenching pain can even make his heart stop beating and cry!
"Smelly... Smelly boy, the old man must kill you today!"
The poisonous hand medicine king has been trembling all the time, and people can see that he is suppressing the anger in his heart. But unfortunately, in the end, he didn't suppress it. With a loud roar, his whole body was suddenly released, so that the flames of all alchemists present could not stop and began to shake.
call!
Accompanied by an overwhelming powerful pressure, the poisonous hand medicine king slapped Zhuo Fan Tianling Gai with a palm. However, Zhuo Fan was not afraid at all, still standing in place contentedly.
call out!
A white silk satin flew down, instantly wrapped around the palm of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King. Chu Qingcheng's figure suddenly appeared beside Zhuo Fan, pulling the silk and satin in his hand to move that powerful palm to one side.
"Elder Yan, this is the Baidan event in my Huayu Tower. If you want to cause trouble, please leave this place immediately!" Chu Qingcheng glared and shouted.
Gritting his teeth fiercely, the poisonous hand medicine king saw that Zhuo Fan was protected by Chu Qingcheng, and knew that he couldn't get anything cheap, so he pointed at Zhuo Fan and said angrily, "Owner Chu, it's not that the old man is going to make trouble, but this kid is breaking the rules. , Disturb the old man's alchemy first."
"Why am I disturbing?" Zhuo Fan raised his brows and refused to admit it.
With a grunt, the Poisonous Hand Potion King pointed to everyone present, and shouted: "The whole audience here, so many people have seen it with their own eyes. The old man's fifth-grade spirit pill is about to be refined, which is because of your sneeze. It fell short."
"Uh... accident!" Zhuo Fan groaned for a while, and chuckled, "Oh, didn't I just say it, I have been feeling cold recently..."
"Fart your mother, is there any bone-forging master puppet who feels the cold?"
"You just fart, you are allowed to splash the pill liquid from the seventh-rank alchemy master, and I am not allowed to feel the wind cold!" Zhuo Fan tit-for-tat, not giving way.
The Poisonous Hand Medicine King couldn't help but linger, but he wailed for a long time, and couldn't say a word anymore.
It turns out that this kid is waiting for the old man here, but this is also the case that the Bone Forging Realm master contracted wind and cold, and the liquid medicine splashed with the seventh-rank alchemist while refining the medicine, it was absolutely impossible.
Since he could use this kind of thing as an excuse before, then this kid can also have such an excuse to fight back.
Thinking of this, the Poisonous Pill King really wanted to smoke his two big mouths. At the beginning, I used my brain to think of a decent reason, and I couldn't commit myself to being so miserable now that this kid had a nasal discharge, and he couldn't even answer a word.
After taking three or four deep breaths, the Poisonous Potion King managed to calm himself down. With a pair of faint green pupils, he stared at Zhuo Fan viciously, and gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, kid, you have a kind. That one. The nasal mucus... It’s damn good, just when the old man fired the last fire and fuse the pill. If not, you can’t just spray your nose into the cracks in the pill, so that the pill burns in the flames. It couldn't fuse, it exploded instead."
"Hahaha... you deserve to be an alchemy wizard. Even a sneeze, he can squirt so accurately, the old man really admires and admires..." The poisonous medicine king's eyes are full of killing, his teeth are almost broken, and the sneer words in it. Everyone can hear it even more.
However, Zhuo Fan still didn't care, waved his hand, and smiled: "Where is it? Maybe it's because you and I are among the best alchemy masters, so there is a tacit understanding in the dark, which is not necessarily. You see, you are poisonous. Wang, I am a pill Qingtian. You spilled the liquid medicine when you refine the pill. I feel like..."
"Don't fucking say that you feel the wind and cold!" However, before Zhuo Fan finished speaking, the Poisonous Medicine King had already strongly interrupted, and roared, "Old man... I don't like to listen!"
After speaking, he turned around and returned to his seat, and began to prepare to re-practice alchemy.
Zhuo Fan shrugged indifferently, noncommittal!
When Chu Qingcheng saw the poisonous hand medicine Wang Anran return, he didn't turn his face immediately, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. After all, most of Huayulou's combat power is now in the hands of the old guy, as well as the support of aristocratic families such as the Emperor Sect. Once they tear their faces, they will lose.
Fortunately, he still has a face, and he doesn't want the world to know the shamelessness of their Medicine King Palace, so he doesn't want to make things bigger, otherwise...
Thinking of this, Chu Qingcheng looked at Zhuo Fan beside him, his eyes moved slightly, and in the voice of two people, he whispered: "Husband, can you tell me who you are?"