Sima Wushuang had obviously heard of Jiang Fan, but he had never met him, but the look in his eyes clearly showed some fear.
Jiang Fan tilted his head and looked at him with a smile: "Do you think you can defeat me after taking your life for the seventh time? You're far from it!"
Seeing this old friend again, he was not even a little humble and was absolutely strong.
The middle-aged man obviously didn't expect Jiang Fan to be so strong. Even if the person coming was at a higher level than him, he didn't feel nervous at all, but was instead domineering.
"Interesting! But don't worry, you two. I'll have the final say when we get here."
Jiang Fan and Jiang Fan looked at him at the same time, obviously not understanding what he meant.
Sima Wushuang seemed to have remembered something, so he sat cross-legged and began to recover his state.
Jiang Fan raised his eyebrows. This middle-aged man was really rude for giving Sima Wushuang such a benefit.
As if he knew what Jiang Fan was thinking, the man said with a smile: "I just want you two to have a fair fight, so you don't have to think too much."
Jiang Fan shrugged: "It doesn't matter. Whether he is injured or not has nothing to do with me. To me, he is just a chicken and a dog. I don't care."
After he finished speaking, you could see that Sima Wushuang trembled. He was obviously very angry, but he was not the kind of impulsive person. If he had a chance to recover, he would never waste it. He would maintain his best condition to face Jiang Fan.
Just be more sensible.
Half an hour later, Sima Wushuang's breath calmed down, and the injuries in his body were almost healed. Then he slowly collected his spiritual energy, opened his eyes angrily, and looked directly at Jiang Fan.
He stood up directly, locked his breath on Jiang Fan, and a short knife appeared in his hand, heading straight for Jiang Fan.
Before Jiang Fan could respond, a barrier blocked the two of them.
"Why are you so angry? I haven't told you the rules yet. What are you doing in such a hurry?"
Sima Wushuang did not respond to him, but glared at Jiang Fan and said angrily: "I don't care what you have done, I, Sima Wushuang, am not afraid of you. If you underestimate me, you will die miserably."
Jiang Fan raised the corners of his mouth and his eyes were full of confidence. "Who can't speak big words?"
cough--
Seeing them talking, the middle-aged man coughed dryly and continued: "You two brats are so arrogant, do you really think I don't exist?"
As soon as he finished speaking, strong pressure instantly covered him. Jiang Fan's whole body trembled. In an instant, he felt as if he was carrying a mountain. His legs began to tremble, as if he couldn't support it. This guy was just a spiritual thought, but he could still do it.
Such a powerful force is really terrifying.
Sima Wushuang was even more embarrassed. He held on and knelt on one knee to stabilize his body. A layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
But in this comparison, Jiang Fan clearly had the upper hand. The pressure was fleeting, and it was obviously just the intimidation given to the two by the middle-aged man.
Sima Wushuang stood up immediately to avoid embarrassment, clasped his fists and said: "Senior, you can tell me the rules."
The middle-aged man said solemnly: "Before the competition, I first need to tell you what this inheritance belongs to and what you will do after you get it. This inheritance is not for nothing."
Neither Jiang Fan nor Jiang Fan spoke, and listened quietly.
"This temple belongs to Hengtian Palace, and it was one of the giants back then. Unfortunately, a great war overturned my entire sect. With my inheritance, I will rebuild Hengtian Palace one day."
After hearing this, Jiang Fan finally knew that the cause and effect of contamination that this guy mentioned before was actually because of this.
Jiang Fan is no longer interested in rebuilding Hengtian Palace, but Jiang Fan must obtain this inheritance and cannot let Sima Wushuang obtain it.
Speaking of this, he looked at Jiang Fan and the two of them, and continued: "You two have a good level of cultivation, and you also have good alchemy talents. Our Hengtian Palace is one of the rare sects with two meridians, so
The master of this palace must be proficient in these two disciplines, and must also be a dragon or a phoenix among people. I have heard about the Sima family, and the Jiang family is also a big family, which is interesting."
Sima Wushuang sneered: "Does he count as the Jiang family? He is just a small sect, a small ethnic group in the Lihuo domain. How dare he be compared with the Jiang family?"
The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Fan and found that he did not argue or talk about it.
Then he said: "There are two competitions in total, let's start with the alchemy method. I will give you the same materials and recipes, and I want you to refine the same elixir to see who is faster, has higher quality, and has a higher success rate.
Whoever is higher will be the winner. As for the second round of competition, I will give it a try first."
The barrier between the two people has not dissipated. The middle-aged man obviously wants to settle the matter as soon as possible. After all, time is tight. He also hopes that the inheritor will compete for other inheritances and improve his realm as soon as possible.
The alchemy furnace, elixir, and elixir recipes appeared in front of the two of them one by one.
Jiang Fan glanced at the other party's materials and raised his eyebrows. He found that although the types of materials they obtained were not much different, the quality was obviously different. The quality of Sima Wushuang's materials was at least 30% higher than his, although they seemed to be the same.
, but the impact on the elixir is too great.
This middle-aged man was indeed biased. Although Jiang Fan was dissatisfied, he did not express it because he had absolute confidence. Even if Sima Wushuang was extremely talented, he would never be afraid as the King of Medicine.
Sima Wushuang also looked at the things on Jiang Fan's side, but with his current vision, he couldn't tell the difference at all.
The quality of these materials was discerned and there was nothing wrong with them.
The middle-aged man said calmly: "It's time to start. I hope you won't disappoint me."
Jiang Fan said calmly: "You must be disappointed."
Sima Wushuang obviously did not understand what Jiang Fan meant, and sneered: "You know you are no match for me, so of course you will disappoint your senior."
The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Fan, obviously seeing the sarcasm in his eyes, but he didn't point it out. Then his eyes fell on Sima Wushuang, wondering what he was thinking.
Jiang Fan used strange fire to ignite the alchemy furnace, and the materials flew up one after another, and were warmed and cured at the same time. This powerful control over the flames made the middle-aged man stunned.
Sima Wushuang was concentrating on refining his elixir, and with the barrier blocking the breath, he didn't even notice the situation here for a while. He followed the step-by-step process of warming and nourishing materials, and wanted to take the next step in this elixir path.
But as soon as the middle-aged man saw this, he knew how big the gap between the two people was in alchemy. He knew that Jiang Fan was not weak in alchemy, but he didn't expect that he was so strong.
Strange fires continued to emerge in the alchemy furnace, and the warm and nourishing elixirs continued to sink into the alchemy furnace. Jiang Fan did not pause for a moment, as if everything had been planned.
When Jiang Fan had already started to build the furnace to refine the elixir, Sima Wushuang had only warmed up the third elixir. According to this speed, Jiang Fan's elixir was coming out, and he might not have warmed up the ingredients yet.
While Jiang Fan was refining the elixir and controlling the heat, he said quietly: "You are too weak. With this little ability, how dare you compete with me?"
He said this for the middle-aged man to hear. The other party created an advantage for Sima Wushuang, but unfortunately he couldn't grasp it. According to what he said before, Jiang Fan's appearance was completely unexpected, and Sima Wushuang's life experience was more likely to be completed.
For the feat of rebuilding Hengtian Palace, although Jiang Fan had good qualifications, his background was relatively poor. If he wanted to rebuild a sect, strength, financial resources, and manpower were all indispensable, so he was more optimistic about Sima Wushuang.
Unexpectedly, there is such a big gap between this guy and Jiang Fan. Fortunately, this is only about alchemy. He can only place his hope on martial arts.
Five hours later, the alchemy furnace in front of Jiang Fan was opened directly, and three pills emerged from the furnace, exuding a strong fragrance of elixirs.
Looking at Sima Wushuang, there are still two elixirs that have not been put into the furnace at this time, so there is no need to continue the comparison. Decades later, he may still cause some trouble for Jiang Fan on the alchemy path, but now he is simply asking for it.
Its humiliation.
The three pills were pushed in front of the middle-aged man by Jiang Fan with his spiritual power.
His voice sounded: "Don't waste time."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then calmed down and interrupted Sima Wushuang with his spiritual thoughts.
Sima Wushuang was a little annoyed that the refining of the medicine was planned, but when he raised his head, he saw Jiang Fan already standing beside the middle-aged man, with three pills floating next to him, exuding a strong fragrance of pills and warmth, and his expression changed.
Change.
"Impossible! How could it be successfully refined so quickly? This is an earth-level elixir."
The middle-aged man spoke and said calmly: "It's not impossible. Jiang Fan's Alchemy talent is probably unmatched by anyone in your generation. This makes all of you a little surprised. I'm afraid he has at least reached the Grandmaster level. You are still far behind."
Far."
Sima Wushuang knew that Jiang Fan was proficient in medicine, but he was also very confident in this aspect, but he didn't believe that there was such a big gap between him and Jiang Fan, and he couldn't accept it for a while.
"How old is he? Can he become a master-level pharmacist at the age of twenty? The seniors won't join forces with him to trick the juniors, right?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man said angrily: "You kid is really ignorant! Don't say those useless things, don't say that I won't give you a chance. Our Hengtian Palace pays more attention to combat power, and the way of alchemy is to assist you.
The two of them will compete and the winner will accept the inheritance."
Jiang Fan frowned: "The winner accepts the inheritance? Then this alchemy competition is not included in it?"
The middle-aged man did not explain, but said directly: "I don't have time to explain that much to you. The loser will be teleported out of this room."
This guy once again favored Sima Wushuang, this time blatantly.
Sima Wushuang was also stunned for a moment. This was simply giving him an opportunity. Although he couldn't understand why this senior would help him, it would be really embarrassing if he didn't seize this opportunity.
Jiang Fan said: "Just now when you were refining the medicine, the materials you gave Sima Wushuang were 30% better than mine. It's really unfair that you are even more protective this time."
The middle-aged man's voice was calm: "Unfair? You came here by accident, and you are not the one I like. Now that I give you a chance, I am extremely gracious. In this Hengtian Palace, I have the final say."
Jiang Fan was speechless after saying this, but he would not give in.
"Very good! I, Jiang Fan, will decide on this inheritance. I don't believe you can suppress the rules."
Sima Wushuang didn't wait for Jiang Fan to finish speaking, and his aura had already locked onto Jiang Fan. The short sword appeared again and rushed directly towards Jiang Fan, showing off his sharp edge.
Jiang Fan sneered, flames instantly covered his body, the Purple Thunder Immortal Flame exploded, thunder continued throughout the room, and lightning ravaged the surroundings, instantly forcing Sima Wushuang back.
He looked like a ghost, and with the sound of thunder, he had caught up with his opponent in the blink of an eye, his eyes were cold, and an explosion followed.