Zhiyan and Mo Lao were not the first batch. They sat calmly in their seats at this time. The previous game was just for large-scale elimination, and selected those who could enter the finals. Therefore, for Zhiyan, they can be watched or not.

Scream! With the host's order, everyone's thoughts were activated, and clusters of flames were instantly sacrificed, most of which were orange and yellow, and there was a small amount of green and green. There was only one cluster of cyan flames. Looking in the direction of the flames, it was an old man in a lilac robe. The man's eyes were quiet and the flames were as steady as he himself.

"Who is he?" Zhiyan said curiously at the man.

"He is Old Bai." Old Mo curled his lips and solved Zhiyan's doubts.

So that's it! Zhiyan nodded, and a trace of clarity passed through her eyes. The master-level powerful man is also a fourth-grade alchemist.

Next, Zhiyan's eyes kept falling on the man. He was skillful in his movements and controlled the flames extremely accurately. Half an hour later, the cauldron closed with a loud bang and was the first to enter the state of elixir.

"How is it, what did Mr. Leng Yan see?" Seeing that Zhiyan's eyes were on Old Bai, Old Mo couldn't help asking.

"Clean and neat, freely!" Zhiyan opened her lips and spit out eight words, but she didn't want to look at everyone on the field again.

"Haha, Brother Leng Yan is indeed amazing. You can see the taste at a glance." Old Mo nodded, very satisfied with Zhiyan's answer.

"If you can't see this, Xiao Yan'er won't stand here." Ye Feng stroked his beard with one hand and showed off his stinky fart.

"Haha, that's it, that's it, Brother Leng Yan has many amazing things. The third-grade Rejuvenation Pill, I believe the audience will be amazed by his pill skills later." Mo Jun laughed, thinking about the scene where she refined the third-grade Rejuvenation Pill in the Pill Association, her silver pupils suddenly became extremely bright.

The first batch of pillmen stepped down amid the eager applause of the crowd, and then replaced the second batch. This batch did not have Zhiyan, but also had Mr. Mo.

Most of the flames on the field were orange, yellow, and very few green, and then two clusters of green flames, one cluster of Mo Lao and the other cluster of madmen in the mouths of the crowd.

Mr. Mo was skillful in his movements, like flowing clouds and water, his eyes were calm, and he didn't raise his eyes from beginning to end.

The madman's movements were wild and grand, with a burning flame, and he was not worried about wasting at all. He really agreed with his personality.

"Look, Old Mo!" In the audience, one of them pointed to Old Mo on the stage excitedly.

"Madman, Mr. Mo and Madman competed with each other."

"Haha, it's so amazing. Not only the fourth-grade pill, but also the grandmaster-level spirit." A mercenary's eyes shone and he looked at the two of them with great enthusiasm.

Generally speaking, the focus of the alchemist is on the alchemist, and the cultivation level is not as good as that of the spirits. The two people in front of them are obviously not. They are not only the best among the alchemists, but also the strongest among the spirits. Such people are the most worthy of everyone's admiration and admiration.

"If the master goes up, it will be the third cluster of green flames!" Zhiyan murmured as she listened to the discussion in the audience.

Mr. Mo, the madman, wants Mr. Bai to be praised by everyone, but her master is not bad, and she is not even weaker than them.

"Haha, it doesn't matter. You are here, it's better than everything." Venerable Ye Yan shook his head, his voice was low, and there was a hint of pleasure, and his silver pupils were filled with smiles. At this moment, Zhiyan saw satisfaction and hope on his face, a satisfaction for the status quo, a hope for the future.

Satisfied with being able to get such an apprentice, and hopes that Zhiyan will achieve greater achievements in the future.

He is old, no matter how hard he works or fights, there is no room for progress. However, Zhiyan is different. She is still young and has unlimited potential. She stands on this stage at the age of twelve. So what will she look like in another twelve years?

What kind of strength will you have then?

Listening to the master's words, Zhiyan felt a trembling heart, her delicate and fair cheeks flashed for a moment, then she smiled, with a curved curve on the corners of her lips, without answering, but nodded heavily.

The second batch of Danzhe stepped down. With the announcement of the third batch of contestants, Zhiyan stood up from her seat.

"Come on!" Xin'er stretched out her hand, grabbed Zhiyan tightly, and cheered her up.

"Open your eyes wide and look good!" Zhiyan blinked and said playfully.

Hearing Zhiyan's name, Young Master Qingjue's eyes came over and happened to see her playful look of sticking out her tongue. Her eyes flashed, and a hint of surprise passed through her charming and handsome face, a hint of throbbing spread, and her breathing tightened.

Zhiyan waved her hand and walked towards the stage calmly. Everyone in the Danzhe District looked at her, with a hint of jealousy in the complexity, especially those who were eliminated, who had a hint of complaint in their hearts. In their eyes, this young boy was not qualified to participate in this Danzhe Festival, and his participation undoubtedly squeezed out their qualifications for the competition.

"Hmph, I want to see when he can hold on. The elixir, who is about 140 years old, gaze sinks, and a trace of sinister crosses his face, staring at Zhiyan's back and says.

"Swish, I can get away with it in the first level, but the next step is to test the level of alchemy. I don't believe it and continue... "The other elixir echoed, and the color on my face was also not good-looking.

...

"Hu, that boy participated again!" The audience, ordinary area, a mercenary who had ridiculed Zhiyan before changed his expression, stood up from his seat, and looked at the boy in black robe in surprise and said.

"Fuck, that guy is so lucky, he's really confused. "I swear by someone, my heart is so cruel that I'm itchy. So many powerful pills on the field were washed away, but the boy who has not grown his hair has been left behind. Isn't this intentional blow to people?

"Good, God is too blind, you can pass the test if you just randomly..."

...

Watching Zhiyan walk onto the stage, Skachi's eyes trembled, and the hatred on his face became stronger and stronger. He didn't believe that he could continue to pass the test. Sucker, wait for him, and after the game, he would surprise him.

"The boy came." On the high platform, the judge's eyes kept falling on Zhiyan. When she saw her coming on stage, a hint of bright color flashed through her eyes.

"If you open your eyes and look at them later, you will definitely remember them for the rest of your life." President Monet said a faintly, his silver pupils shone with a scorching color, and his big palms hanging beside him clenched their fists quietly.

In the second round of the competition, it was not originally a third-grade Rejuvenation Pill, but because of Zhiyan's performance yesterday, President Monet's heart moved and changed it temporarily, because he wanted to watch again, carefully and carefully how she refined the elixirs, how to control five or even ten herbs at the same time.

"Please stand in sequence," the host said, and saw a hundred pills arranged in sequence on the stage, and Zhiyan stood in her own seat.

The staff distributed the herbs needed to each Dancer separately.

With a thought, the cauldron in Qiankun space was released. A cold breath instantly floated in the air. Everyone's cauldron was sacrificed, and a large area was placed on the table, which looked very spectacular.

"Swish, pretend to behave, I'll see how you hand over the pill later." Skachi snorted coldly, staring at Zhiyan on the stage, and sarcastically sarcastically.

With the host's announcement, hell and shook, balls of flames emerged from the fingertips of everyone, and a burning heat came from the air.

Zhiyan glanced at the audience, a prank appeared on the corner of her lips, and her thoughts activated. The orange flame stood on her fingertips, scattering the domineering and intimidating temperature. She swung her bare hands lightly, and the flame shot out like a streamline. With a bang, it was grand in the cauldron. It could only be called hot just now, but now it immediately became crazy.

As the flames grew in the cauldron, the air trembled suddenly, and then a very dramatic scene appeared on the scene. Except for Zhiyan, everyone's flames suddenly disappeared for some reason.

Everyone was full of passion, but they were stunned at this time, obviously not understanding what was going on.

Danzhe District, Mo Lao and others trembled all over, staring at the scene on the field in shock, and their eyes looked at Zhiyan with a hint of fanaticism and suspicion.

"What, what's the situation?" A man in the crowd exclaimed, looking at the stage blankly.

"Well, what's going on? Why are the flames extinguished?" A mercenary was puzzled.

"That boy's not extinguished."

"Yes, why did everyone's flames go out, but his don't go out?"

...

On the high platform, the judges' eyes swept at Zhiyan at the same time. They didn't even know what had happened just now. The extinguishing of the flames of the crowd was obviously related to this kid, but they really couldn't imagine what he had done.

"Extraordinary Fire!" President Monet's eyes narrowed slightly and he spit out two words.

What, what?

Everyone trembled, as if they couldn't believe what they heard.

"The powerful pressure of the strange fire!" President Monet curled his lips, and a trace of bitterness hung on the corner of his mouth. When he noticed the variety of his flames, he couldn't believe it?

There are only a few elixirs in the Netherworld Continent, and there are very few alchemists with strange fire. This young man, who is only twelve years old, walked in front of everyone and had the luck that everyone had never had.

"Heaven, it's actually a strange fire!" The judges exclaimed in a low voice, staring at Zhiyan's orange flame with hot eyes. They didn't think it was at first glance, but after closer inspection, they were indeed different.

"What's going on, what's going on?" Everyone came to their senses from the blow, looking at me, I looked at you, and finally looking at Zhiyan at the same time.

I didn't know if I didn't look at it. As soon as I saw it, everyone's pupils suddenly shrank, and a hint of surprise flashed through their hearts. Is this a strange fire?

"Sorry, I didn't control my strength well." Zhiyan raised her head and apologized to their eyes, her face flat and a hint of innocence.

Everyone's mouth twitched, and a row of black lines slid down their foreheads. They would rather believe that he did it on purpose.

Some retracted their gaze and re-exploded the flames. Some glared at him fiercely and turned around unwillingly, while others were still looking at his flames jealously...

Zhiyan shrugged and chose to ignore it directly. She grabbed the five herbs on the medicine stand and threw them into the cauldron together. Her soul power was revealed and she wrapped it. With a sneer, the flames instantly climbed up as the herbs were put into it.

The power of the soul is divided into five, and the flames transformed by the yang energy are also divided into five clusters, surrounding the five herbs.

Wow! The scene was in an uproar, and in the audience, the elixirs widened their eyes and looked at the boy in black robe in shock.

On the same stage, the Danzhe who were still staring at Zhiyan staggered and almost vomited blood by her actions.

"Damn, can that kid refines elixirs? It's embarrassing, it's simply embarrassing!" A young pill priest stood up angrily and scolded Zhiyan on the stage.
Chapter completed!