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Chapter 222 The Hall of Refining Medicine

The competition was about to begin. Instructor Zhang did not ask Jun Qingyue what he had seen and quickly went to find the other two disciples. Elder Yu Heng was already waiting downstairs.

They had breakfast and then went to the competition venue.

Jun Qingyue still had no appetite, so she took a few symbolic bites.

Everyone didn't pay much attention to her because they were focused on thinking about the competition.

They finished eating and went out, and soon came to the place where the competition was held, which was an arena.

There are many seats around the ring, and the venue is generally circular. Anyone sitting there can have an overview of the whole situation. Because there is a competition, there is a special entrance area. Only those who are qualified to compete or are accompanying

Only the instructor leading the team can enter.

Jun Qingyue and others are disciples of Bi Ling Academy, and their strength and status are often the most eye-catching. Therefore, when they enter the venue, they receive the most attention and go most smoothly.

Elder Yu Heng and Instructor Zhang had obviously participated in such competitions many times. The two of them were very familiar with it, leading Jun Qingyue and others to sit down in their own seats, waiting for the competition to begin.

The competition is held in the Alchemist Hall of the Upper Spirit Realm, which is filled with alchemists from all walks of life. They are all very good in strength. They are recognized by all the major forces and can ensure the fairness of the competition.

They hold such competitions every year.

The purpose is to train the disciples, to train the next generation, to reward the winning alchemists, and to encourage them to keep up their efforts.

Basically a good game.

Jun Qingyue sat in her seat, looking at the old men on the referee's bench, and then at the various forces around her. Her eyes were deep, and then she asked: "Which forces are here?"

"Here, there are about fifteen forces that are qualified to participate in the competition. They are all colleges or sects. According to previous experience, the ones that compete the most with us are probably Jiuling College and Jiangshan College."

The strength of these two colleges is second only to Biling College.

There are still a lot of talents.

Hearing this, Jun Qingyue looked in certain directions without worrying too much.

"How safe is it here?"

Jun Qingyue asked again.

"Don't worry, this place is guarded by the people from the Alchemist Hall. Until the end of the game, there have never been any problems before. You can just play with peace of mind."

Instructor Zhang thought he was worried about enemies coming to seek revenge, so he quickly explained the situation to Jun Qingyue.

Jun Qingyue nodded thoughtfully, "Is the palace so powerful?"

"Don't forget, alchemist, the most indispensable thing is money. There are so many master-level figures in the palace, and there are many people around them who can protect their safety. The palace has a good reputation, but anyone with any brains knows that they can't

If you offend them, not to mention how strong the guards around them are, just because of their reputation, most people would not dare to do anything."

Instructor Zhang took the trouble to explain to Jun Qingyue.

Jun Qingyue raised her eyebrows, "Those are just ordinary people. If they are like the Nangong family, they probably won't be able to stop them."

After listening to their words, Elder Yu Heng finally couldn't help but look up at Jun Qingyue.

There was a bit of surprise in his eyes.

But before he could ask, an old man in gray robes stood up on the referee's bench. He had kind eyes, but with a hint of majesty. Seeing that everyone was here, he said: "Thank you.

Everyone is here to participate in the competition. I believe you all have a clear understanding of the rules of the competition. The competition is absolutely open and transparent. There are three levels. Those who pass the level will enter the next round of the competition. No one is allowed to interfere with other opponents' competition. Violators will be disqualified from the competition."

After saying this, the old man sat down.

Then, another old man dressed in white robes with an immortal spirit stood up and said: "Contestants are invited to get on the stage and start the first round of competition."

"Go ahead."

Instructor Zhang and Elder Yu Heng spoke at the same time.

Jun Qingyue and the other two disciples nodded, then jumped up onto the ring.

The other contestants around them also jumped onto the ring in an instant. After everyone got on the ring, someone from the Alchemist Hall brought them tables, spiritual herbs, and even paper and pens, and placed them in front of everyone.

There is one in front of everyone.

The only difference is the spiritual grass on the table.

"In the first round, all contestants are asked to write down the medicinal properties and uses of the spiritual herbs on their desks. They must answer the questions within one stick of incense. Those who fail to submit the paper within the time limit will be considered eliminated."

After the elder on the referee's bench finished speaking, he added: "Now, the game begins."

As the words fell, everyone picked up the spiritual herbs on the table to identify them. Some people got what they were good at. After just one glance, they immediately started writing.

Jun Qingyue took her time. She picked up the spiritual grass on her desk and looked at it, then put it down. She took out a chair from the space, then sat down, and then started to write the purpose of the spiritual grass.

Medicinal properties, etc.

The spiritual grass she was assigned was relatively rare and was not used much in ordinary elixirs. If it were assigned to other disciples, they might not be able to identify it, but fortunately Jun Qingyue

She has seen a lot and remembered a lot. A competition of this level is not a problem for her at all.

She calmly and calmly wrote down what she knew, and also noted which elixir would require this spiritual herb to refine, and what else this spiritual herb could be used for in daily life.

She wrote things down in an orderly manner.

Probably because her thoughts were clear and she was not afraid in the face of danger, she had already finished writing in half the time of burning incense.

After finishing writing, Jun Qingyue raised her hand to indicate that she had finished answering.

As soon as she raised her hand, an elder came down from the referee's seat and collected the papers himself.

As soon as she finished answering, the disciples behind her also handed in their papers one after another. The atmosphere around her was a bit tense. Everyone was writing hard for fear of being eliminated.

But the time it took to burn incense really stumped many disciples. Some disciples failed to identify what kind of spiritual grass it was due to insufficient accumulation, and then they didn't write a single word.

By the time the competition ends, it is true that a large number of disciples will not be able to surrender.

It's time to burn incense, and everyone is still in the ring.

They were all in front of their own spiritual herbs, and those who failed to submit their papers were eliminated and fell off the ring.

There are still half of the people on the field, about forty or fifty of them.

The elders took away the papers and asked the contestants to wait where they were. They judged whether the contestants' answers were accurate based on the contestants' names and corresponding table numbers.

Those few are all elders, and their ability in refining medicine cannot be questioned. You can tell whether their answers are correct at a glance, and you will naturally know which paper has the highest score.

So after they finished judging, they announced the results directly.

There is no doubt that Jun Qingyue ranks first, with perfect scores.

She got exactly ten points.

The next disciples are all nine-point-five, nine-point, and eight-point, and they go down in descending order.

Those who score less than five points will be deemed to have failed and will be eliminated.

Originally, there were only more than forty people left, but now it has been reduced to twenty!


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