Time passes minute by minute, and the third round of competition is still in progress.
At the judges' table, Situ Wugou looked confident. In this old fox's opinion, the first place in the third round of competition was none other than his own prince.
But the other judges were not so relaxed. They all had a little anxiety on their faces. In fact, they also hated Situ Wugou a little in their hearts.
These rules are beyond the reach of normal people. Let alone these disciples who are competing, even if it were them, they might not be able to smell the names of 300 kinds of elixirs.
The audience also continued to wait. Although they could not see anyone competing in these two days, everyone wanted to see who would win in the end.
From the beginning of the game, they have been discussing below.
"I think the first place winner this time must be the boy from the alchemy room No. 98. Although I don't like him very much, his luck is really nothing to say."
"Come on, I think the first place this time should be Prince Situ Shang, or it could be the person who persisted to the end last time, Feng Qing from Tianji Pavilion."
However, no matter how these people discussed, the main objects of their discussion were these three people. As for the others, they did not think of them at all.
These people even made bets. There were far more people supporting Feng Qing and Situ Shang than those supporting Zhang Yifeng.
But at this moment, four or five people suddenly walked out of the alchemy room. They were all assistants of the participating alchemists.
Some of them were ashen-faced, some were close to madness, and some were crying so hard that they couldn't make a sound.
The whole place was silent, and all eyes were turned to these people walking out of the alchemy room.
"Abstaining, I am abstaining on behalf of my young master, and I also ask a few seniors to save my young master."
"We also abstained."
After the crying man knelt on the ground and said this, other people also abstained.
Situ Wugou seemed to have known that something like this would happen. He said nothing and waved his hand.
Immediately, several monks walked towards the group of people, and then entered their respective alchemy rooms.
The first person to come out was the contestant from Alchemy Room No. 48.
"This is the Qingxin Pill, no! This is the Eye-catching Pill, what kind of pill is this?" It was a handsome young man, but at this moment he was holding two bottles of pills, hesitant.
This young man looked like he was crazy.
"I am a waste, I am a waste."
Other people in the alchemy room also came out, but their situation was not optimistic either.
These are all ninth-level alchemists, but all of them have turned out like this.
These people were sent for treatment after they came out. As for whether they can be cured, they can only leave it to fate.
At the judges' table, Alchemy King Cangyuan shook his head and looked at Situ Wugou with sharp eyes.
This Situ Wugou is indeed an old fox. In order to let his prince win, he actually came up with such a rule.
This will ruin the future of many alchemists and destroy the confidence of many people.
But the game had already begun, and even though Cang Yuan couldn't bear it, he stopped talking.
Other elders are also worried about their disciples who are still participating in the competition, because the disciples who have persisted until now are above ordinary people in terms of alchemy skills and understanding.
Among the disciples who are competing at the moment, they are all the elites of their respective sects. If something unexpected happens, it will really outweigh the gains.
On the side, Liu Yue had a calm expression, and the corners of her mouth even raised slightly.
"Zhang Yifeng, what kind of surprise will you give me this time?"
At the same time, Feng Qing, who was in the alchemy room, also started to get a little excited.
Although Feng Qing also wrote down the names of several bottles of elixirs, he was still unsure and took the elixirs and smelled them again and again.
Feng Qing was completely different from usual. He was impatient inside. It was as if there was some kind of force that kept pushing him to do this, and he couldn't stop at all.
"This bottle is wrong, and this bottle is wrong too."
"No, I have to work harder. I can't let Master down. I'm number one!"
The man accompanying Feng Qing was also extremely anxious. He kept persuading: "Junior brother, you have to calm down. The result of the game is not important. You are already great. Otherwise, let's abstain."
At this moment, Feng Qing seemed to be possessed. When he heard the word "abstain", he immediately flashed in front of the man and grabbed the man's throat.
"I have finally come this far, and you ask me to abstain. How can I explain to my master, and how can I explain to the elders of Tianji Pavilion? They are still watching from the outside."
Being choked by Feng Qing, the man suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe. At that moment, he could feel the endless killing intent exuding from Feng Qing's body.
At this moment, Feng Qing and his usual state are completely two people. There is definitely something wrong with this test.
At the same time, in Alchemy Room No. 98.
Zhang Yifeng also felt that his head was dizzy, and many pictures appeared in his mind.
Although Zhang Yifeng knew that he shouldn't think about these things now, those images were not controlling at all and flooded into his brain.
In his mind, scenes of very horrific scenes emerged. His friends and everyone related to him did not end well, and each one died miserably.
And Zhang Yifeng himself appears in every picture, but he can't stop it all from happening.
Gradually, Zhang Yifeng began to lose himself and became extremely angry inside.
The scene in front of him suddenly changed. Zhang Yifeng was on the edge of a cliff, and the people standing behind the cliff were all his enemies.
Everyone looked at themselves with a sarcastic expression.
This seems to be telling Zhang Yifeng: "You think you can change everything, but in fact you can't do anything."
In the middle of the group of people stood a dwarf. This man was Tuoba Long. Tuoba Long was walking towards Zhang Yifeng step by step.
Tuoba Long, like the others, walked towards Zhang Yifeng step by step with a sneer on his face.
He held a black hooked sickle in his hand, which exuded black energy and had bright red blood dripping down.
At this moment, Zhang Yifeng had completely lost himself, forgetting the difference between reality and fantasy. He clenched his fists and looked at Tuoba Long in front of him.
The past events flooded into his mind like a tide, and the pictures he had just seen also appeared at the same time, as if it all really happened.
"So you are the culprit. Even if I die today, I will not let you live."
Zhang Yifeng roared and immediately clenched his fists.
It hit Tuoba Long hard.
boom!
After a dull sound, bright red blood began to flow from the corners of Tuoba Long's mouth, and the expression on his face changed, becoming very kind.