Ten minutes later, the judges on the platform took the stage. President Monet, dressed in white robe, walked onto the alchemy platform, with silver beard and silver hair, his eyes settled, and he looked at the crowd in the venue indifferently. The originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone was looking at it with anticipation.

"Today, it is the annual elixir ceremony. I, Monet, only on behalf of the Elixir Association, welcome all friends to come. Now, please officially enter today's theme, fight the elixir!" Monet's low and powerful voice spread to everyone present through the action of spiritual power. After the words, a thunderous applause rang out from the audience.

Then, Monet retreated to the high platform for review, and the host in a blue robe came on stage, holding a booklet in his hand.

"Welcome to all friends, this year's Dan Festival, there are 2,152 Danshe and 500 participants. Below, please enter the first part of our conference to learn herbs in groups. Please enter the venue in order of the Danshe who participate in this conference."

After the host finished speaking, the scene was in full bloom, and it began, and finally it began.

"Group herbs means choosing the most valuable one or several of the herbs from a large area. What tests the sense of smell and touch." Seeing Zhiyan frowning slightly, Venerable Ye Yan explained from the side.

"Well, thank you, master, I understand." Zhiyan nodded, identifying herbs, it should not be difficult.

It is still a bit difficult to tell the story of a group of herbs. You have to choose the ones you think are the most valuable among a large number of herbs, and then eliminate two hundred people after being eliminated based on the herbs held by each alchemist. This large-scale elimination sounds terrifying.

Group knowledge of herbs also tests a person's luck. People with good luck can immediately choose the most valuable one from a large pile of medicinal materials.

"Haha, group herbs, so a lot of herbs are piled in the same box, the smell is mixed, and it looks quite difficult." A mercenary said in a loud voice in the ordinary area.

"Swish, there are naturally difficulties, otherwise do you think they are qualified to stand on the grand stage of Danhui?" A mercenary next to him sneered coldly, Danhui Festival, this kind of continental competition brings together the best Danhui masters in the continent. How could the content of the competition be without difficulty?

"That's right, because it's difficult, those who can participate in this competition are not ordinary people. Look at the pill masters on the stage, which one of them has no hair that is almost gray."

"Hey, why did that guy get up?" The elixir on the stage was still old, but suddenly saw a boy in black robe walking up with the crowd. Next to the boy was Old Mo in a gray elixir robe.

"How is it, are you confident?" Old Mo walked beside Zhiyan, with a smile hanging on the corner of his lips, looking at Zhiyan and said.

"Just just playing with herbs, why should you be nervous?" Zhiyan blinked and said calmly.

"Haha, it's a good thing to play with herbs. It would be great if everyone had the mentality of you, so that it would last longer..." Old Mo laughed and immediately attracted a bunch of strange gazes, and more eyes were on Zhiyan.

Swish swish swish swish!

Countless eyes were concentrated on Zhiyan at the same time, and everyone's face was stained with curiosity and doubt. Most of them were around sixty years old, and younger in their forties and fifties. At this time, among the group of elixirs over fifty years old, there was a young man mixed in.

"God, that kid is not going to attend the Dan Festival, right?" The crowd shouted in a low voice, his eyes widened, and locked the black figure tightly.

"What, such a young Danzhe wants to go on stage to compete, am I right?" A man's eyes flashed and his mouth grew up in surprise. Did you make a mistake? When did such a young Danzhe have been at the Dan Club Festival?

"Uh, what can that little brat do when he goes on stage?" a man hummed with disdain.

"Haha, that kid is just going to the stage to serve as a foil. You can wait, and you will be saved later. Tsk tsk, I really don't know how to live or die. He can also come up with such a table."

"Don't say that, look next to that kid, it's Mo Laoye. He just looked at him and Venerable Ye Yan. What's the relationship between them?"

...

The crowd was talking and expressed jealous dissatisfaction with Zhiyan's appearance. In their opinion, Zhiyan's coming to power was undoubtedly a blasphemy to the Danhui Festival and an insult to their eyes. Even if the Danhui Festival was to find a foil, she would have to find someone who was decent.

"Isn't it a competition? Why did that kid go on stage with Mr. Mo?" In the VIP area, Skachi's pupils shrank, his right fist clenched, and stared at Zhiyan on the stage jealously.

He was unhappy when he saw Mr. Qingjue's attitude towards him just now. At this moment, he was even more displeased when he watched him come on stage. This boy ruined his image in Mr. Qingjue's face, but he dared to go to the stage to embarrass him. Humph, he wanted to see how he would step down later.

Looking at the young man in the crowd, the people on the judging table were also uneasy at this time. The coaches talked about Zhiyan and so on.

"Sir, is that kid also one of the contestants?" An old man in deep purple robe frowned and looked at the only young man on the stage and said.

As he asked, the judges' eyes turned to President Monet and asked for the answer.

Monet's eyelids twitched slightly, and a smile flashed across his pupils, "Don't worry, since I let him participate, I have my intentions, or you will know if he is qualified to participate later."

"Hey, that kid is so popular with the president." The judge next to him exclaimed, and said in surprise.

"Yes, it seems that that kid is really good." A man nodded and looked at Zhiyan with a look of scrutiny.

There were fifty crystal boxes on the countertop, containing all kinds of herbs. Fifty people were in one wave, and five hundred people were divided into ten waves. Before going to the stage, they were blindfolded by black brocade cloth. Then, under the guidance of the staff, they walked to the random crystal box and selected the herbs that they thought were the most valuable in the shortest time.

Zhiyan and Mo Lao were in the second wave. The previous wave went down. They went on stage, their eyes were covered, and then someone led her to a crystal box.

Looking at Zhiyan on the stage, Xin'er squeezed a cold sweat, her beautiful eyes widened, nervous and excited. This was her first time seeing the Dan Festival, and it was also the first time she watched Zhiyan's competition. She felt even more nervous than she was on stage.

"Haha, girl, don't worry, Xiao Yan'er is fine." Xin'er was so nervous that she even trembled slightly. Venerable Ye Feng saw this scene in his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and a big hand patted her shoulder to comfort her.

"Well, she must be fine." Xin'er nodded lightly and said confidently, her body still tense.

Venerable Ye Yan shook his head and simply stopped caring about her and continued to watch the game on the table.

"It's time to start." At the command of the staff, the transparent lid on the crystal counter was opened at the same time, and a strong aroma of medicine drifted away, and all kinds of smells were mixed.

Everyone took a step forward, sniffing the smell of the air while reaching into the crystal box.

Zhiyan was an anomaly among these people. Not only did she not take a step forward, she took two steps back. This action immediately attracted everyone's doubts and dissatisfaction.

"Damn, I'll just say that kid is incompetent, and he'll be exposed as soon as he comes on stage." Someone in the audience couldn't help but swear.

"Tsk tsk, I gave in at the beginning. Even if I don't know, don't pretend to be cowardly."

"Yes, if it were me, it would be better to grab a herb casually than to have it. Maybe if you have it, you might choose a high-value one if you are lucky."

...

Everyone sighed and sighed, with contempt, and being embarrassed when they were incompetent and wanted to go on stage, which was extremely stupid.

Zhiyan stood for two seconds, a shallow fragrance of medicine floated on the end of her nose, the corners of her lips curled up, and she had a certainty in her heart.

Go forward and reach into the crystal box with both hands.

It seemed like I was scattered and finally I directly selected a more thorny herb and took off the black brocade cloth. It was the first to complete it.

"Hey! Is this kid lucky or has a perspective eye? He chose a thorny scale so quickly?" In the Danzhe area, Old Bai sat in his seat and looked at Zhiyan who had completed the task in surprise.

"Haha, it seems that this kid is indeed a little capable." On the high platform, the judge looked shocked and smiled.

"It's not bad, it's even better than Mr. Mo." Another judge also nodded and praised.

Then Mr. Mo also chose a purple rayon.

Ten minutes later, the second wave of the game was completed, followed by the third wave, the fourth wave, and the fifth wave.

When everything is finished, a host will announce the elimination quota.

The Danzhe who was pronounced the name was depressed and disappointed, and those who did not pronounce the name were relieved.

Although the first round of the game is cruel, the most important thing is the next game. If the first round is mixed with luck, then the following game will be based on personal level.

"The second round of the competition has been given a question about alchemy, pills, and third-grade restoration pills." After the words, a boiling sound rang out on the field. It was okay for the Danzhe area, everyone was calm, while the VIP area, the powerful area, and the ordinary area were unstable. Everyone was excited and their eyes were shining with crystal clear colors.

The third-grade pill, the Restoration Pill, is an extremely precious thing. Two hundred people were eliminated, and there were still 300 participants in the second round. Each of them refined a recovery pill, which was 300. Such a huge number was unexpected.

"Haha, it's so good. The third-grade recovery pill, it would be great if I could buy it on the spot." A mercenary swallowed his saliva and said excitedly, "Pills are more important for mercenaries who often roll on the edge of life and death. Unfortunately, first-grade or second-grade pills can be sold when they move, and third-grade or above, unless you are born in a powerful family, or if you have a elixir in your family, it will be difficult to get it.

There are few elixirs in the Netherworld Continent, many spirits, and even huge mercenaries. People from various professions gather together to subdue the elixirs in the sea of ​​people, and they can't even find a star.

This also caused the elixir to be in short supply for a long time. At this time, thinking about witnessing the birth of three hundred recovery pills immediately, everyone's eyes emitted a wolve-like light, staring at the Danzer area and staring at the next trend.

"Next, please ask the first batch of pills to come on stage, the quotas are..." After reading a long quota, a group of pills walked back to the pill stage under the gaze of everyone. Anyone who can participate in the competition will either be the third-grade pills or the fourth-grade pills. However, the next thing to be refined is the third-grade pills, so everyone's face is filled with a confident light.

One hundred alchemists were finally on the field and the staff stepped forward and sent the herbs needed to everyone's hands. They buzzed and buzzed, and the cauldrons were sacrificed, and the scene became lively again.
Chapter completed!