Xue Yi earned everyone's attention in this knockout match and compared all the contestants.
After the competition, it was the tasting of medicine pills. Many of the alchemists in the youth group came to the competition for the first time. As soon as this stage was reached, their faces all showed tension in unison.
And Su Fan, because of his position relatively backward, so he won't be able to match him for a while.
Yue Hailong took a group of elders from the Alchemist Association, carefully inspecting the tables, showing some satisfied smiles on his face from time to time.
Unlike the middle-aged group and the old group, the qualification rate of the youth group is very high. Yue Hailong and the others have turned a hundred tables, and more than 30 people have reached the qualifying line.
At this moment, Yue Hailong came to the case of Xue Yi’s desk. Xue Yi saw that Yue Hailong came to taste his pill. He immediately raised his head and said,
Chairman Yue, take a good look. My craft can Not everyone can see it casually!"
The implication was that Yue Hailong was not qualified enough to taste his pill.
Of course, this does not mean that Yue Hailong's alchemy strength is insufficient, but that his status is insufficient!
In the process of refining medicine, the concept of portal is extremely important. Xue Yi, as the disciple of Zhong Xiande, the saint of medicine, is just above Yue Hailong in status.
This is only because Yue Hailong is a self-taught talent, not even a master, and this is why Yue Hailong was dispatched to a small place like the Southern Territory and served as the president of the Alchemist Association.
In the face of Xue Yi's contempt, Yue Hailong's face did not fluctuate too much, because he felt that it was impossible to get angry with a junior.
He opened the lid of the pill furnace, glanced inside, then raised his head and said lightly: "Mai Pill, perfect grade, congratulations, you are qualified!"
After saying this, he carried his hands and walked to the next table.
what?
Yue Hailong's understatement made Xue Yi stunned.
But after a moment of stunned, Xue Yi's heart burst into anger!
What does this old thing mean? Dismissed yourself in one sentence?
Didn't he see how much sensation he caused just now?
How dare to be so casual!
This is really outrageous!
"You who are surnamed Yue stop for me!"
Xue Yi stood up suddenly, staring at Yue Hailong ferociously and shouted.
The loud scream of his voice shocked the contestants around him, and everyone looked at him inexplicably.
"What's the matter with you?"
Yue Hailong turned around and looked at Xue Yi. For this junior who had repeatedly disrespected him, he didn't have a good face to show him.
"Let me ask you! Why don't you give me a few more comments?" Xue Yi said fiercely, angrily.
"What evaluation do you want? Are you not qualified?"
"Passed!"
"Since it is qualified, even if it passes, it is not the first place in the final match. What do you want me to praise you for?"
"you!"
Xue Yi was indignant, this Yue Hailong was so brave to ridicule himself in the crowd!
"Hahaha!"
At this time, a harsh laughter suddenly came from the side. Xue Yixun lost his reputation, and roared with hatred: "Who is laughing, do you want to die?"
"Want me to die, I'm afraid you don't have this skill yet!"
Su Fan stood up from his position with a sneer. The laughter just now was because he deliberately agitated Xue Yi.
"Smelly boy! Do right with me everywhere!" Xue Yi's eyes were fiercely murderous: "I will kill you now!"
boom!
A wave of energy belonging to the fifth level of the Soul Emperor emerged from Xue Yi's body, and the surrounding tables were all turned to pieces.
"What? The fifth level of the Soul Emperor!"
"This Xue Yi is actually the fifth level of the Soul Emperor, he is only in his twenties!"
Many monks from the dynasty in the stands were shocked. The Soul Emperor in their twenties had never seen them in their entire lives.
Some veteran soul emperors could not help but show bitterness.
Is this the genius of Zhongyu? They have cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, but they are not as good as others for decades.
"Unexpectedly, Xue Yi has some abilities. If my family Rong'er can really follow him, it would be pretty good!"
The queen sitting next to Xu Minglong's attitude also changed drastically at this time, and she became more and more satisfied with Xue Yi, who was showing off on the court.
"Wow, Xue Yi is so domineering, I found that I have been fascinated by him!"
Xu Rong said with misty eyes, only the upright figure of Xue Yi was left in his eyes, and there was no room for others.
"I'm rubbing it, today I chose to watch the competition of the Shangmeng Danhui. Not only can I see the alchemy match, but now I can actually see the fight!"
"What fight? Is that completely crushed? I dare to pack a ticket, that kid definitely can't survive a round in Xue Yi's hands!"
"Even if that kid can't hold on, I think it's very exciting. It's not a waste of life to see a genius like Xue Yi!"
The audience in the stands all burst into a commotion in an instant. The so-called lively scenes are not too big a problem. Now there are wonderful scenes to watch, so they are all willing to participate.
"stop!"
However, Xu Handong, who presided over the alchemy in the air, would not sit idly by. He shouted loudly, pressed down his right arm, and the old big hand grabbed Xue Yi.
Xu Handong's cultivation base was several levels higher than Xue Yi's. When he grabbed it with the palm of his hand, Xue Yi suddenly felt that he could not hide.
And just when Xue Yi thought he was about to be caught, a violent wind suddenly blew in the middle of the venue, and a vague old man's voice slowly sounded: "Junior, the enmity between the juniors, it's best to let them solve them by themselves, are you an elder? Don’t you even understand this?"
After the sound fell, two people suddenly appeared in the center of the venue. These two people did not fall from the sky, but walked directly out of a crack in space.
"To cut through the space, this is a means that a high-level soul saint can possess!"
Xu Handong's pupils shrank, his scalp numb, and the palm of his hand stopped in the air.
This sudden change caused Su Fan to be surprised. Among the two uninvited guests who appeared, one of them he knew was the seventh-grade medicine alchemist Wang Chendan.
At this moment, Wang Chendan's face was red, full of energy, and he didn't look like yesterday's muddle-headedness. When he wanted to come to his sea of knowledge, the sword intent he had left had been driven away.
After Su Fan's gaze stayed on Wang Chendan for two breaths, it quickly shifted to another person.
This is an old man with a face full of vicissitudes, with snow-like hair, wearing a very plain gray robe, and a long beard dragging to his abdomen.
Su Fan's perception passed over the old man, and the more he felt it, the more his heart sank, because he didn't perceive a trace of breath fluctuation from the old man.
It was as if this old man was an ordinary person without cultivation.
But Su Fan knew in his heart that if he really regarded this old man as an ordinary person, he would be very wrong.
