Fifty-six people, fifty-six clusters of flames, purple, blue, and blue, complement each other, full of splendor, the air temperature was rising steadily, and the atmosphere on the field was completely driven.

At this time, the Danzhe off the field had long been unable to sit still, and he took the lead alone, and then everyone stood up from their seats and walked towards the field.

The Rakshasa adventure team and the medicinal farmers, the castle residents were envious. For the first time, I was so eager to be one of them. I could observe it from a close distance and treat it so much that I could only watch others enjoy the little things. Just look at them, don’t laugh so slutty!

The members of the Rakshasa adventure team stared at the Dangers surrounding Zhiyan, and looked at their faces and felt particularly dazzling.

Everything in this game is free and casual, so there is no mandatory regulation on the level of pills. Even the herbs used in the game are prepared by the contestants.

Zhiyan's medicine stand was habitually placed next to her right hand, and at this time there were more than a thousand herbs piled up on it.

The onlookers stared at the unfamiliar herbs in a daze. After looking at them, they had never seen any of the rest except for the occasional recognition of a few plants.

"Master, what herbs are these? Why are they so strange?" Finally, a young pill priest couldn't help but ask in his heart.

Old Mo and the others were always paying attention to the movements here. When they heard this, they sneered. If they didn’t know each other, of course they didn’t know each other. It was strange if they knew each other.

"You will know each other in the future." Zhiyan seemed to have a look and really didn't want to hit him.

"Master, what kind of pill are you practicing?" Another pill master grabbed the root of the problem. They didn't know the herbs, so they should understand the pills.

"Eighth-grade Soul-raising Pill!" The red lips slightly raised, and a few words were spit out from his mouth.

The air stagnated and the surroundings became quiet in an instant. When they looked up, they saw everyone with a dazed expression, and they opened their mouths in surprise, as if they couldn't believe what they heard.

boom!

After only a moment of quietness, the crowd burst into a burst of exclamations, and everyone became manic and boiling.

"Eighth-grade Soul-raising Pill, my god, I heard it right, did the castle lord actually refining eighth-grade pills?"

"What, soul-raising pill, eighth-grade, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, that's too fast. Aren't you just promoted to the seventh-grade pill?"

"Yes, the last time the castle lord was still a seventh-grade pill, why did you turn eighth-grade in a blink of an eye?"

"Oh, who pinched me? Damn, you're looking for death, why are you pinching me if you're fine?"

"How is it? Does it hurt? It seems that your expression hurts a lot, so it's all true!"

...

With the scream, the scene completely broke the balance. The contestant's mind shook, and clusters of flames were extinguished.

The contestants were not calm and immediately threw down the cauldron and gathered towards Zhiyan. Anyway, the castle owner said that the competition was absolutely free, and as long as the elixir was refined in the end, it would be fine, so it would not be too late to take a look first.

"Why are you still standing? I don't believe you can continue to pretend, I'll flash." Old Mo rolled his eyes to Old Bai. He didn't plan to refine the alchemy from the beginning. These people were all making trouble there, and they were still pretending to behave and despised him.

"Hehe, it's okay, you guys continue." The madman smiled, left the two of them, and followed Mo Lao.

Old Bai, Brother Song looked at each other and hurried over.

For a moment, more than two hundred pillmen surrounded Zhiyan on three layers inside and three layers outside, causing trouble to the people in the stands.

The Rakshasa adventure team members had a dark face and were so angry that they were so angry. What's the matter? What else do they see when they were so confused?

"Does go away, block it, hey, uncle, please leave a gap to take care of us people..." The people in the stands shouted bitterly, but because there was noisy over there, everyone's mind was focused on Zhiyan who was refining alchemy, and no one paid attention to him.

"Eighth-grade soul-raising pill, beloved, these people blocked them so tightly. It would be a pity if they missed it..."

"Swish, it's all like this, you're still sitting obediently, idiots!" A young man whined mercilessly, then got up and rushed towards the competition venue.

"Damn, my head is almost funny, wait for me!" Another young man shouted, his figure floated and he chased after him.

Brush!

The Rakshasa adventure team ran away in a flash. Since it was lively, it would be useless to not get together.

In an instant, Zhiyan was surrounded by people and was covered with airtightness. From a distance, she looked dark and her head was pressed down. Everyone pushed and squeezed her cheeks, her cheeks were red, the air was severely lacking in oxygen, and the heat was unbearable. Many people's foreheads were sweating, but they still stood on tiptoe unwilling to see the alchemy inside clearly.

Zhiyan's face turned black and she snorted, and the flames in the cauldron were extinguished in full view of everyone.
Chapter completed!