Chapter 1108 Ziwei Skyfire

? Before Liu Lang could speak, Duan Yiran floated onto the ring. Tianlai novel Ww』W. 』⒉

Although Ke Qingmiao has been on stage all the time, he already knows about the bet between Liu Lang and Duan Yiran.

As the only member of the judging committee of the Mystic-level Alchemy Master, Ke Qingmiao's more work was doing odd jobs. After all, the other nine judges were all Earth-level Alchemy Masters.

And the first link, identity verification, is in charge of Ke Qingmiao.

Looking at the number plate on Duan Yiran's chest, Ke Qingmiao asked loudly: "You are two hundred and five, Duan Yiran?"

"It's number 250..." Duan Yiran corrected.

"Almost, almost." Ke Qingmiao said indifferently.

"It's worse!" Duan Yiran secretly thought, but considering that Ke Qingmiao was a judge, he couldn't refute in public, and it would be bad if he was put on small shoes, so he finally chose to swallow his anger.

"Okay, let's show your anger!" Ke Qingmiao said.

"Okay!" Duan Yiran made a tactic with one hand, and the next moment, a mass of purple flame appeared on his chest.

"Ziwei Tianhuo!"

Seeing the purple heart fire, many people showed shocked expressions. Because Ziwei Tianhuo is a kind of strange fire refined by Emperor Ziwei back then. In terms of grade, it is second only to the Samadhi True Fire of Taishang Laojun.

Several judges also stood up "teng".

But after careful inspection, they shook their heads again.

"Your anger should be derived from Ziwei Tianhuo?" asked one of the judges.

"Your Excellency has good eyesight!" Duan Yiran bowed and saluted, full of pride: "Back then, my grandfather, Emperor Xihua, fought with Emperor Ziwei, and they were best friends. A few years ago, I followed my grandfather to visit Ziwei. Emperor Wei, Emperor Ziwei took a bundle from his heart fire and gave it to me as a gift."

"Emperor Xihua and Emperor Ziwei have such a good relationship?" Hearing what Duan Yiran said, many people whispered to each other. The heart fire of Shu Lianshi has been integrated with the body, and a bunch of it is bound to cause damage to the body. Although, with Emperor Ziwei's cultivation base, he can recover soon, but it is not easy. made.

And Duan Yiran's heart is on fire,

Certainly not lying. After all, Ziwei Tianhuo, in the entire Three Realms, is only owned by Emperor Ziwei.

"Although the heart fire derived from this is not as good as the real Ziwei Sky Fire, it is also enough to surpass most middle-level fire." Kong Haolin nodded and said.

"No wonder Duan Yiran is so bullish, it turns out that his heart is different." Liu Lang muttered to himself.

"His anger is actually not a big deal. It is very different from the real Ziwei Tianhuo, and it just sounds high-end." Wang Tiezhu next to Liu Lang said with his mouth curled up.

"Brother, what are you angry about?" Liu Lang asked.

"You'll know in a while." Wang Tiezhu smiled mysteriously.

On the stage, Duan Yiran followed Kong Haolin's instructions, controlled his anger, and made a few moves, which immediately attracted admiration, and several judges couldn't stop nodding.

Liu Lang watched carefully. Duan Yiran's ability to control fire was significantly higher than the two Huang-rank art refiners who had competed just now. It is normal for everyone to have this reaction.

Next, there was an inspection of formation techniques and training materials, and Duan Yiran answered them fluently.

"Worthy of being a descendant of the Great Emperor, Duan Yiran's attainments in the art of articulation have definitely reached the level of a master of mysterious arts." Someone in the audience sighed.

"It's not just a technique, you may not know it, but Duan Yiran's cultivation has already reached the peak of a great immortal." Another person said.

"Peak of the Great Immortal?"

Many people were shocked again, because Duan Yiran's age definitely belonged to the younger generation in the Heavenly Court. At his age, there are only a handful of people who can reach the peak of the Great Immortal.

Seeing himself becoming the focus of the audience, Duan Yiran enjoyed it very much. He stood on the stage and looked at Liu Lang below with a smile.

"Stupid x..." However, the next moment, he clearly saw the mouth shape of the earth turtle king Tie Zhu next to Liu Lang.

After scolding, Wang Tiezhu bared his teeth at Duan Yiran.

"You..." Duan Yiran really wanted to rush down and beat Wang Tiezhu violently, but he was on stage now, and the selection of Taishang Laojun's apprentices was a very serious matter, and it was in Tushita Palace, It's really not good to make trouble on the spot.

However, Duan Yiran has already written down this account, and after today's ceremony is over, he must teach that idiot who knows nothing about heights and depths a lesson.

"The final score of Duan Yiran on the 25th is 92 points." A moment later, Ke Qingmiao gritted his teeth and gave Duan Yiran's primary election results.

Although he only gave it six points, several judges gave it a perfect score of ten.

The score of 92 points, among all the people who have been tested, ranks first, and it is far ahead, and the person who ranks second only has 84 points.

"Congratulations, Mr. Duan!"

"Congratulations, Mr. Duan!"

When Duan Yiran got off the stage, those who knew him and those who didn't know him all greeted Duan Yiran. Duan Yiran smiled and nodded, with a calm expression on his face.

After arriving in front of Liu Lang, Duan Yiran stopped, "Director Liu, how do you think I behaved just now?"

"It's okay." Liu Lang said expressionlessly.

"You're a dead duck, I want to see how many points Warden Liu can get in the primary election!" Duan Yiran snorted coldly when he heard the evaluation of "good enough", and then walked away.

In the next primary election, there were no outstanding figures, and the highest score was more than 80 points. Duan Yiran still ranked first.

The nine hundred and eightieth person who appeared was Duan Yiran's cousin, the mysterious master who lost the bet with Wang Tiezhu before. This mysterious master was named Tang Qingming, and his final score reached eighth. sixteen points.

This result is enough to enter the top 20 and qualify for the re-examination.

Tang Qingming swept away the haze of being forced to eat (shit) before the selection. After stepping down, he stood beside his cousin Duan Yiran, looking at Liu Lang and Wang Tiezhu arrogantly.

"Would you like to gamble again! Compare who has the higher score in the primary election." Wang Tiezhu said to Tang Qingming with a smile.

Hearing the word bet, Tang Qingming's face turned green immediately, and he turned his head away quickly, because the first game of gambling had already left him with a serious psychological shadow, and he would never bet with anyone again in this life.

"Soft!" Wang Tiezhu laughed loudly.

While speaking, it was Liu Lang's turn to appear.

"Director Liu, come on, if you fail the re-examination, our bet will be over." Liu Lang walked towards the high platform, and Duan also reminded him.

Liu Lang ignored Duan Yiran and went straight to Ke Qingmiao.

Ke Qingmiao looked business-like, holding the sign-in list, and asked: "No. 999, Liu Lang, right?"

"That's right!" Liu Lang nodded.

"Well, well, you can go down!" Ke Qingmiao ticked the name, and then said.

There was an uproar in the audience.

"What's going on?" Many people looked at each other in blank dismay.

Duan Yiran was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing: "I still don't understand this, it must be because I didn't meet the conditions for the primary election and was rejected. If I guessed right, Warden Liu, you haven't gotten angry yet, have you?"