Chapter 2100: The cruelty of the game

As time passed, the third round of competition was still in progress.
Above the board of judges, Situ Wugou looked confident. In the eyes of this old fox, the first place in the third round of competition was none other than his own emperor.
But the other judges are not so relaxed. They all have a little anxiety on their faces, but they also hate Situ Wugou in their hearts.
These rules are simply not something normal people can do. Let alone these disciples who are competing, even if they change to them, they may not be able to smell the names of 300 medicinal herbs.
The audience is also continuing to wait. Although they can't see anyone in the game in these two days, everyone wants to see who will win in the end.
From the beginning of the game, they have been discussing below.
"I think the first place to win this time must be the kid from Danfang No. 98. Although I don't see him much, his luck is really nothing to say."
"Come on, I think the first place this time should be the prince Situ Shang, or else the person who persisted to the end last time, Fengqing from Tianji Pavilion."
But no matter how these people talked, their main object of discussion was these three people. As for the others, they didn't even think about it.
Even these people bet on treasures, and there are far more people who support Feng Qing and Situ Shang than those who support Zhang Yifeng.
But at this moment, four or five pill rooms suddenly walked out of people, all of whom were assistants of the participating alchemists.
Some of them face ashes, some are close to madness, and some are crying and crying.
The whole audience was silent, all eyes were on these people who came out of the pill room.
"Abstaining, I abstained for my young master, and asked some seniors to save my young master."
"We also abstained."
After the person who was crying knelt on the ground and said this, other people also abstained.
Situ Wugou seemed to have known this would happen a long time ago, did not speak, and waved his hand.
Suddenly, several monks walked in toward the group of people, and then entered their respective alchemy rooms.
The first to come out is the contestant from Danfang No. 48.
"This is a clear heart pill, no! This is an eye-catching pill, what kind of pill is this?" It was a handsome young man, but at the moment he was holding two bottles of pill and hesitated.
The boy looked like he was crazy.
"I am a trash, I am a trash."
The other people in the Dan's room also came out, but their situation was not optimistic.
These are all 9th-level alchemists, but all of them have become like this.
These people were sent for treatment after they came out. As to whether they can be cured, they can only be resigned.
On the judges' bench, Dan Wang Cangyuan shook his head, his eyes were sharp and he looked at Situ Wuguo.
This Situ Wugou is indeed an old fox. In order to make his prince win, he actually came up with such a rule.
This has to ruin the future of so many alchemists and dampen the confidence of so many people.
But the game had already started, even if Cang Yuan couldn't bear it, he didn't speak anymore.
Other elders are also worried about their disciples who are still competing, because disciples who can persist to the present, no matter the alchemy or the comprehension, are above ordinary people.
And among those disciples who are competing at the moment, they are all elite leaders in their various disciplines. If there is any accident, it will really outweigh the gain.
On the side, Liu Yue's expression was indifferent, and the corners of her mouth even rose slightly.
"Zhang Yifeng, what kind of surprise will you give me this time?"
At the same time, Feng Qing in the pill room began to get a little excited.
Although Feng Qing also wrote the names of a few bottles of pill, he was still not sure, holding the pill and smelled it again and again.
Feng Qing is no longer the same as usual, his heart is impatient. It was as if some kind of force had been pushing him to do this, and it couldn't stop at all.
"This bottle is wrong, and this bottle is wrong."
"No, I have to work hard, I can't let the master down, I'm the number one!"
The man with Fengqing was also extremely anxious. He kept persuading, "Junior, you have to calm down. The result of the game is not important. You are already great. Or, let's abstain."
At this moment, Fengqing seemed to be possessed. Hearing the word waiver, he immediately flickered, came to the man, and squeezed the man's throat.
"I have finally come to the present, you let me abstain, how did I explain to Master, how to explain to the elders of Tianji Pavilion? They are still watching outside."
Being pinched by Feng Qing, the man immediately felt that he couldn't breathe. At that moment, he could feel Feng Qing's body exuding endless killing intent.
At this moment, the wind is clear and the normal state is completely two people, this test is definitely problematic.
At the same time, in Room 98.
Zhang Yifeng also felt that his head was dizzy, and many pictures appeared in his mind.
Although Zhang Yifeng knew that he shouldn't think about these things now, but those pictures were not control at all, and flooded into his brain.
In his mind, scenes of very horrible scenes appeared, his friends and everyone related to him did not end well, and all died very miserably.
And every picture has Zhang Yifeng himself, but he can't prevent this from happening.
Gradually, Zhang Yifeng also began to lose himself slowly, and his heart was extremely angry.
The picture in front of him suddenly changed. Zhang Yifeng was on the edge of a cliff, and all his enemies stood behind the cliff.
Each one looked at himself with sarcasm.
This seems to be telling Zhang Yifeng: "You think you can change everything, but in fact you can't do anything."
In the middle of the group of people stood a dwarf, this person was Tuoba Long, and Tuoba Long was walking towards Zhang Yifeng step by step.
Like everyone else, Tuobalong sneered and walked towards Zhang Yifeng step by step.
Holding a black hook sickle in his hand, it exudes black energy, and there is bright red blood dripping continuously.
At this moment, Zhang Yifeng has completely lost himself, forgetting the difference between reality and fantasy. He clenched his fist and looked at Tuoba Long in front of him.
Past events flooded into his brain like a tide, and the scenes he saw just now also appeared at the same time, as if all of this had really happened.
"It turns out that you are the culprit. Even if I die today, I won't let you live."
Zhang Yifeng roared and immediately clenched his fists.
He smashed at Tuoba Long's body fiercely.
boom!
After a dull sound, bright red blood began to flow from the corners of Tuoba Long's mouth, and the expression on his face changed, becoming very kind.
"Junior, you should be more sober."