Chapter 153: The other party’s backhand

The thin man lit the fire, grabbed three hollow grasses and threw them into the stove, then sat cross-legged, stared at the furnace carefully, and reached out to grab three chrysanthemum cloud grass again...

The fire became more and more prosperous, and the sound of the fire was rumbling. The thin man was fully focused and had a serious expression. Every moment, he would pick up three herbs and throw them into the furnace. The people watching at the edge of the venue pointed and whispered.

Zhao Xiang leaned in front of him and whispered in Xia Zhanhong's ear: "Brother, this person's level is too poor. He only refines three pills at a time, and his speed is so slow..."

Xia Zhanhong shook his head gently and turned his face to the side: "It can't be said that his level is poor. He is just ensuring the success rate... Generally speaking, the more herbs there are in the furnace, the more detailed the judgment of temperature will be. Therefore, he dare not control the rapid rise of the furnace fire, and of course the speed of alchemy will be slower!"

Zhao Xiang nodded slightly: "No matter what, he is far worse than you and cannot pose any threat to you..."

Xia Zhanhong smiled slightly, without any contact, turned around and turned his eyes to the center of the venue.

After one hour, the last pot of four elixirs was released. The thin man breathed a long sigh, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and a very satisfied smile appeared on his tired face... I don't know if it was because of his high concentration, but today was the best performance since he became a pharmacist. All three elixirs were refined, with a success rate of 100%, which he had never had before.

After calming for a moment, the thin man bowed to Mo Zixuan on the stage and said loudly: "The ten Qi-replenishing pills have been refined, please check it!"

Mo Zixuan looked calm and waved her hand gently. Uncle Cheng stepped out and walked directly into the center of the venue within the gate of the Qiqi Treasure Pavilion.

After taking the ten Qi-replenishing pills and looking at them for a while, Uncle Cheng said loudly: "Representative of the No. 1 candidate, Feng's family, refining ten Qi-replenishing pills, takes one clock to make the success rate, and the elixir is of high quality!"

After the inspection, Uncle Cheng put down the Qi-replenishing Pill, stepped back to the stage, and stood beside Mo Zixuan. The thin man packed up his things and returned to the rest area with a proud look on his face.

At this moment, the other candidates looked a little solemn, and the first person to appear had a success rate of 10%, which made them feel very stressed.

"Please catch the No. 2 crystal ball to come on the court!" Mo Zixuan spoke again.

In the rest area, a young man in his thirties stood up and walked to the field with his own furnace and medicinal materials.

After coming to the center of the venue and put everything in place, the young man bowed to Mo Zixuan on the stage: "I have refined Tongmai Dan!" As he said that, he lit the fire.

In the rest area, Zhao Xiang leaned forward again and whispered: "Brother, this person is the same as the pill you have refined..."

Xia Zhanhong nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Zhao, those who participated in the selection of intermediate agents are all low-level agents of Qiqi Pavilion, and they are usually small and medium-sized families... How could they have elixir recipes such as Tongmai Dan and Qi Replenishing Pill in their hands?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiang chuckled and said, "Brother, if you can come to participate in the intermediate selection, I am afraid that any of the companies have backers... The rule of Qiqi Treasure Pavilion is to select intermediate agents from low-level agents. And for those big families, who would participate in the selection of low-level agents for the sake of face? They don't look down on those uncommon low-level materials... However, this intermediate agent is different!"

After a moment of pause, Zhao Xiang continued: "After being selected as an intermediate agent, Qizhen Qibao Pavilion only draws 20% of the profit... In addition, the materials sold by intermediate agents have a wider range and higher grades."

Xia Zhanhong's face showed a sudden look and said lightly: "So, some big families sent pharmacists to support the small families that depend on them so that they can obtain intermediate materials!"

"No, that's exactly that!" Zhao Xiang said, straightening up, leaning back, leaning back on the back of the chair.

In the center of the venue, the fire was burning. Although the young man refined the same elixir as Xia Zhanhong, he obviously did not have the strength to refine ten elixirs in one breath. He was like the No. 1 candidate, divided into three refinements... However, I wonder if the 100% success rate of the thin man just now brought him too much pressure. Not long after, his first elixir was scrapped halfway.

Then, the young man became even more nervous, and the second and third furnaces were scrapped one after another, and it took less than a quarter of an hour in total.

On the stage, the representatives who came to observe all showed an enthusiastic expression at this time. The two candidates, two extremes, had just begun to select, and such a strong contrast made their interests aroused.

The young man looked around and saw those onlookers who were mocking and pointing at him, and he really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

He bowed to the stage, and the young man cleaned up a little, but didn't even go back to the rest area, so he just separated the crowd and walked out.

Then, under the auspices of Mo Zixuan, the candidates came on the stage one by one. No. 3, No. 4, and No. 5 were all refining weapons, and the whole process was relatively stable, and there was no major mistake like the second young man. However, the things they refined were not outstanding. Only No. 5 refining a single-arm shield was well received, but it could not threaten the thin man of No. 1.

The sixth person who played was an old man who was nearly fifty years old. He came to the center of the venue and set up the stove and medicinal materials. The old man bowed to Mo Zixuan on the stage and said, "What I want to refine is the powerful pill!"

"Swish!" The field suddenly became quiet. So far, this powerful pill is the highest among all items. So when the old man said that he wanted to refine the pill, the onlookers who were still commenting quietly all closed their mouths and turned their eyes to them.

Zhao Xiang turned his head and looked at the thin man with a nervous expression, and whispered: "Brother, it seems that your previous preparations make sense. I didn't expect that someone would be willing to take out the powerful pill... If this old man could also get a 100% success rate..."

However, Zhao Xiang's judgment was very different from the facts. The old man only practiced the three furnaces of elixirs in the middle, and the success rate had just reached 30%.

At this time, the thin man number one smiled again on his face, and his nervous expression disappeared.

After the old man left, it was already noon. Mo Zixuan wanted to go for a banquet first, but Ji Chen and the representatives of the family said it was okay, so the selection continued.

"Please catch the No. 7 ball to play!"

In the rest area, a middle-aged man with white face sitting not far from Xia Zhanhong stood up, picked up his furnace and luggage, and came to the center of the venue.

"Huh?" Xia Zhanhong looked at the bag in the white-faced middle-aged man's hand and showed a look of surprise.

"Brother! What's wrong?" Zhao Xiang couldn't help asking in a low voice when he heard Xia Zhanhong's confusion.

Xia Zhanhong said: "Look at the furnace in his hand, it is obviously an alchemy, but why is the bag so big..."

When Xia Zhanhong was puzzled, the middle-aged man with white face had already set up the furnace, opened his bag, and took out the medicinal materials in it.

Seeing the white-faced middle-aged man taking out more and more medicinal materials, Xia Zhanhong and Zhao Xiang gradually frowned. Although they didn't know what pills each other wanted to refine, the grade of so many materials was absolutely not low.

When the middle-aged man with white face finally took out ten bottles containing dark green liquid, Mo Zixuan, who was sitting in the middle, was already frost-like. Even the representatives of the major families on the stage showed a solemn expression... Only Wang Yuxin and Mo Yun had faint smiles on their faces.

The white-faced middle-aged man bowed to Mo Zixuan on the stage and said softly: "What I refined today is the opening pill!"

"Boom~" The white-faced middle-aged man's words immediately detonated the audience.

"Take the hole pill to choose an intermediate agent? This person belongs to that family. Are they crazy..."

"You heard him talk nonsense. The opening pill doesn't even have it in the hands of ordinary big families. Could he have it..."

"Lying depends on the occasion. When selecting intermediate agents, he will not be able to destroy himself..."

Amid all kinds of discussions, a greedy light also appeared in the eyes of some family representatives in the stands. However, in the front row, the representatives of the four major families did not change much, Ji Chen looked calm and could not see any emotional fluctuations, but the main affairs of Qixing and Linglongzhai were gloating.

"This is the backup you reserved!" In the rest area, Xia Zhanhong's right mouth twitched slightly, a sneer flashed away, and he looked at the stage with his eyes empty, and saw Wang Yuxin and Mo Yun staring at Mo Zixuan's back and smiling.

As her eyes turned, Xia Zhanhong looked at Mo Zixuan, and saw the cold light in her eyes burst into staring at the white-faced middle-aged man.

"Kidai Pill! Which family is behind the scenes that support them, and they are deliberately making trouble..." Zhao Xiang cursed in a low voice.

Xia Zhanhong shook his head: "I'm afraid it's not a family force involved..."

"Ah?" Zhao Xiang was stunned, not understanding what Xia Zhanhong meant. Just as he was about to ask, the middle-aged man in the field had already lit the stove. The flames were together, and the field immediately calmed down. Everyone looked at the field with concentration, and Zhao Xiang stopped when he said something.

This pill of the opening pill was refined one by one in the middle age of white-faced. It took noon to dusk. At four clocks, all ten medicinal herbs were used up and finally three were cultivated.

Uncle Cheng held three pills of acupoint opening in his hand and said with a calm face: "Representative of the Cheng family, the number seven candidate, refining ten pills of acupoint opening, took four clocks, with a success rate of 30%. The quality of the pills is excellent!"

The white-faced middle-aged man looked smiling, turned around and bowed, then packed up his things, and returned to the rest area with a smile.

Mo Zixuan closed her eyes gently, took a deep breath, tried to calm her mood, then opened her eyes, stood up slowly, looked in the direction of Xia Zhanhong, and sighed in her heart.

Only now did she realize that the other party had arranged such a big backup plan. Although the person had only 30% of the success rate, the elixir of the level of the opening pill could no longer be judged by the price of the material. It was normal for the auction to be five times or eight times higher than the cost. In terms of the interests of the Qiqi Treasure Pavilion, Xia Zhanhong no longer had any chance.

"People No. 8, please enter the venue!" Even though he had no choice, Mo Zixuan had to continue.

Xia Zhanhong stood up gently, turned around and said to Zhao Xiang, "Brother Zhao, please help me with the things in the carriage!"

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