Chapter 3860 Boy, You Are Dead

No wonder Xiao Fan was so emotional. He had obtained the alchemy memories of tens of thousands of saint-level alchemists. This experience was almost unparalleled.

Not to mention half a stick of incense, just a cup of tea is enough.

With a quick glance at the soul power, Xiao Fan almost identified the names of five hundred medicinal materials, and instantly found the highest-level elixir among them.

With a thought, Xiao Fan entered the names of 500 medicinal materials and prescriptions into the token.

The whole process only took less than ten breaths, and Xiao Fan woke up.

"Are you awake?" Outside, the crowd looked strange when they saw the flames around Xiao Fan disappear.

Isn't this the person who said he wanted to win the Dan Club Championship?

Can you stop bragging?

How long has it been since you gave up?

At least I'll pretend for a while, let alone one stick of incense, I think it's fine if I stick to half a stick of incense.

"There are some people who have no self-awareness at all and still want to win the Dan Club Championship?"

"It's funny, I don't know where the left and right pavilion masters found this person. If he can advance to the second round, I will lose!"

"I think he was self-aware and knew that he couldn't identify several medicinal materials, let alone prescriptions for elixirs, so he simply gave up."

There were sarcastic voices everywhere, most of them from the Wan Sheng Pavilion, and they didn't take the left and right pavilions to heart at all.

In their eyes, the monks from the left and right pavilions are just the bodyguards of Wan Sheng Pavilion and have no status whatsoever.

When Yan Baxuan saw this, an indifferent smile appeared on his face.

He had won this round, and he had won it effortlessly.

However, the expressions on the faces of Lu Bohou and Zhang Wenjin were not much better, as if they had eaten flies, with cold murderous intent flashing deep in their eyes.

"Did he know something?" Zhang Wenjin said in a cold voice to Uncle Lu.

"Then there is no need for him to live until the end of the Dan Meeting." Lu Bohou was even more murderous and had decided to extract Xiao Fan's memory.

Since you don't want to win the Danhui championship, what's the point of us keeping you?

Xiao Fan ignored the strange and indifferent looks around him, walked not far from Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou, and said, "Senior, you are fortunate to have lived up to your fate!"

Fortunately, it is not a disgrace?

Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou frowned and looked at each other, and they could see the confusion in each other's eyes.

Damn it, you gave up after ten breaths. Isn't this a shame?

Even if you get the complete Halloween Pharmacopoeia, you can't possibly recognize 500 medicinal materials and find the elixir within ten breaths, right?

"Senior, do you have any questions?" Xiao Fan asked suspiciously when he saw the two of them were silent.

"Are you sure you're lucky enough to live up to your fate?" Lu Bohou said solemnly, his attitude completely different from before.

"You'll find out in just one stick of incense, right?" Xiao Fan also knew that the two of them wouldn't believe it, and he didn't expect that the first round would be so easy.

Simple?

If those contestants knew what Xiao Fan was thinking, they would probably scold them.

Damn it, these five hundred kinds of medicinal materials are all extremely rare. Let alone a group of three-star alchemists, six-star or even seven-star alchemists may not dare to say simple, right?

Fortunately, none of them woke up and heard Xiao Fan's words, otherwise they would have to scold Xiao Fan angrily.

"Okay, we'll know the result after a while." Zhang Wenjin thought for a while and nodded.

He had been waiting for this for so long, and it didn't take him as long as this stick of incense.

Hearing this, Xiao Fan also breathed a sigh of relief, not because Zhang Wenjin and the others were willing to believe him.

Instead, he discovered that Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou did not know that he had inherited the memory of All Saints in the All Saints Medicine Pavilion.

"Before, Zhang Wenjin knew that I would appear in the Ten Thousand Saint Cloud Realm. He should have got it from the real Zhang Wenjin. Now it seems that Zhang Wenjin should not be dead, otherwise he would have obtained all the memories." Xiao Fan pondered in his heart.

He is now more and more certain that Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou in front of him are transformed by the yin and yang beasts of creation.

After confirming the identities of Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou in front of him, he must find a way to save himself.

"Old ghost Zhang, old ghost Lu, the people you found are not very good. Now that you have been defeated, do you still remember what you promised to the old man?" Yan Baxuan came over and looked at Zhang Wenjin and Zhang Wenjin condescendingly.

The look he looked at Xiao Fan was like looking at an ant who could easily kill him.

"Hmph, I still don't know who will win and who will lose." Zhang Wenjin snorted coldly.

Lu Bohou waited for Yan Baxuan with cold eyes and sent a message to Zhang Wenjin: "If it weren't for the fact that you can only enter the Ten Thousand Saints Temple by obtaining the All Saints Pharmacopoeia and the All Saints Medicine Pavilion, I would have killed him long ago, and then with the help of Yan Lege, I would have obtained the All Saints' Medicine Pavilion." The power of the holy medicine path."

"Maybe, it's not necessarily impossible." Zhang Wenjin said meaningfully. Lu Bohou was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and said: "That's right, if this boy can't win the championship, we can hand over the All Saints Pharmacopoeia and All Saints Medicine Pavilion to Yan Lege, but I'm afraid that Yan Lege won't be able to win the All Saints' Medicine Pavilion." Pharmacopoeia and All Saints Medicine Pavilion Approval

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Zhang Wenjin also fell into deep thought, but in Yan Baxuan's view, Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou were very disappointed.

"Haha, let's just wait. The time of a stick of incense will pass quickly." Yan Baxuan laughed cheerfully, looking like he was sure of victory.

Then he looked at Xiao Fan again and said, "Boy, do you know how to write the word death?"

Xiao Fan looked calm and asked instead: "Do you know how to write the word cry?"

"Hmph! Boy, you're dead!" Yan Baxuan snorted coldly. If Zhang Wenjin and Uncle Lu hadn't protected Xiao Fan, he would have crushed Xiao Fan to death with one finger.

"Am I dead?" Xiao Fan just smiled softly, but with disdain in his heart, he muttered: "They are so hostile, I wonder if we can use Yan Baxuan's hand to deal with the Yin-Yang Creation Beast?"

Zhang Wenjin and Uncle Lu took a deep look at Xiao Fan. They didn't know where this little low-grade holy monk got his confidence.

All they can do now is wait for the time of a stick of incense to pass for the results of the first round of alchemy meeting.

If they knew that Xiao Fan was already plotting against these powerful Dharma Masters, they would not know how they would feel.

They had never realized that a stick of incense lasted so long.

After a while, all the flames disappeared in the small square in front of the All Saints Temple, and thousands of people retreated one after another.

Some people have sad faces, some are extremely excited, and some people have nervous and confused faces...

No one knows what the outcome of this first round of competition will be. This is only the first round.

If you want to enter the second round, there is a score limit, a total of two hundred points. Generally speaking, if you can get 80 points, you will definitely advance. "Look, the results are out." Suddenly, someone exclaimed, and the crowd's eyes instantly turned to the Ten Thousand Temples.