Chapter 1222: Make things difficult

Chapter One Two Two Two Making Things Difficult
Xiao Fan frowned when Chu Qingyuan read the rules of the first round. He finally knew why these people mocked him.
Compared with those who have received several blessings, Xiao Fan is simply weak.
You know, Fuguang can pass the level at will. The more Fuguang, the more levels will be passed, and the higher the final points will be.
Xiao Fan only received a blessing, and once the blessing was consumed, he would be eliminated directly.
On the other hand, those who have received three or four blessings, no matter how bad luck they are, they can pass three or four levels, and people like Chu Yunfei who have received more than a dozen blessings have almost guaranteed the second round.
Xiao Fan looked up at the phantoms of the sages in the sky, feeling very upset, his own dignified Nine-Rank pharmacist only bestowed a blessing, weren't they blind and what was it?
Moreover, the Ten Thousand Saints Pharmacopoeia is too far from what Xiao Fan imagined. What are the two or three hundred people who were eliminated before the first round?
Can you tell that they are not good just by your eyesight? This is nonsense! No comparison, who knows whose level is higher?
Sometimes, it's not who is strong, who is stronger in refining medicine. Some low-level cultivation bases are comparable to high-level cultivators in refining medicine. Such people abound.
Thinking of this, Xiao Fan shook his head helplessly. He was still fortunate. At least one person saw him pleasingly and gave him the first blessing so that he would not be eliminated from the beginning.
"Since there is no problem, let's start. The Wansheng Medicine Pavilion opens." Chu Qingyuan suddenly shouted when no one answered.
Suddenly, the door of the three-story attic began to slowly open, and a huge light door appeared in front of everyone, and the light door shot a white light, covering the monks with blessed light on the square.
A majestic force acted on a few people, and then they held them up and flew towards the light gate.
In the process of flying, everyone seemed to be shrinking rapidly, and in just one breath, everyone disappeared into the light gate.
The light door was not closed, but people couldn't see everything inside.
After a short while, the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion returned to calm, suspended high in the sky, and the monks watching around stood there quietly, waiting for the result of the first round of competition.
It is said that Xiao Fan was sucked into the Hall of Saint Medicine with a violent force. At that moment, he felt time and space distorted and his head almost burst.
When he recovered, he appeared in a gray space, where a figure in white clothes was looking at him angrily.
Xiao Fan scanned the four directions and found that there was not much space, and he could not see the square by two feet. There was nothing else except him and the figure in white clothes.
"What's the matter?" Xiao Fan frowned, and it took a while to converge, and carefully looked at the figure in white clothes.
This person looks very ordinary, about 30 years old, but Xiao Fan didn't want to underestimate him, how could he be a person who can become a medicine saint.
"It's not polite at all." Suddenly, the white-clothed figure said, his voice was very cold.
"Huh?" Xiao Fan looked at the white figure in amazement. He obviously didn't expect that he would be able to speak, but he was a person who had seen the world and soon calmed down.
The figure in white clothes should be the equivalent of Can Nian, and before the spirit and energy disappeared, they still had their own unique consciousness.
"You didn't give me the blessing, why should I be polite to you?" Xiao Fan smiled lightly, his expression very calm.
Only when his family members are threatened will he have difficulty controlling his emotions. In the face of enemies, Xiao Fan has never changed.
"Hmph, in that case, don't think about me!" The white figure snorted coldly, "Listen well, I won't say it again."
Xiao Fan frowned. Could it be that this pass is a problem?
Thinking of this, Xiao Fan quickly held his breath, for fear of missing something. You know, he only has a blessing. If he fails, he will be out.
"Tell me about the specific appearance, characteristics, and what is the role of the purple blood ganoderma? You are limited to say it within a hundred breaths, otherwise it will be eliminated." The white figure sneered at Xiao Fan and said.
"Damn, I really can count on me. The first level is the eighth-grade elixir, and it is still such a vague elixir." Xiao Fan cursed secretly in his heart. It seems that the saint of medicine is trying to give him power, after all, before Xiao Fan But I scolded them.
"Purple blood Ganoderma lucidum is an eight-level elixir. It is purple in color and the branches and leaves flowing out of the skin become bloody. It is named Purple Blood Ganoderma lucidum. The whole plant is three inches tall and grows one inch every 100 years. shape……"
"The main function of Purple Blood Ganoderma is to replenish essence and blood. Alchemy is generally the main medicine, but it can also be used as an auxiliary medicine in certain blood-qi replenishing pills..."
Xiao Fan calmly explained the appearance, characteristics and uses of the eight-level spirit medicine Purple Blood Ganoderma lucidum.
Hearing Xiao Fan's story, the white figure's eyes widened and looked at Xiao Fan inconceivably, because even he couldn't tell it so clearly.
Originally, he thought that this question would be able to embarrass Xiao Fan and consume Xiao Fan's blessing, but Xiao Fan's performance was beyond his expectation.
"I'm finished, it took ninety-five breaths." Xiao Fan said lightly.
Hearing these words, the figure in white clothes showed an angry look on his face. He didn't know that this was counterattacking him. Didn't you want to embarrass me? It's a pity that your is useless, and the extra five breaths in the end is a gift. Give you.
"Young people, you must know the truth that Mu Xiu Yu Lin Feng will destroy it." White Clothes Xuying said coldly.
"However, now that you are dead, I am still alive, am I?" Xiao Fan's expression was still very flat.
Hearing this, the figure in white almost vomited a few mouthfuls of old blood, but unfortunately he was just a remnant thought, but he didn't know how to refute Xiao Fan's words.
What if I am arrogant, what about arrogance, I am still alive now, and he has been dead for many years, what right do you have to teach me?
Your dignified medicine saint has no mind, and you deliberately make things difficult for me, so why should I give you face?
This was what Xiao Fan meant, and the figure in white naturally understood it. After a long time, the figure in white suffocated a sentence: "This pass is counted as you pass."
As soon as the voice fell, a light spot suddenly appeared in the gray space out of thin air, the light spot enlarged rapidly, and then turned into a light gate.
"It should have been like this long ago." Xiao Fan glanced at Guangmen and walked towards Guangmen without looking back. When he reached Guangmen, he looked back at the white figure.
"To be honest, your question is really not so good."
Leaving a word, Xiao Fan's figure flashed, and he stepped into the light gate. Hearing the words, the white figure trembled slightly, and raised his finger to point at the light gate angrily.
"It's too arrogant, it's too arrogant!" The white-clothed figure said angrily. No one had ever been so angry with him during his lifetime, and no one had treated him so much after his death. This is the first time. No wonder he was so angry, even if he was just a thread Can Nian.
Unfortunately, Xiao Fan has disappeared, and the gate of light has also disappeared.