Chapter 3867 The Terrifying Speed of Alchemy (Part 2)

The one who scolded Xiao Fan was a man in green robes. He looked down at Xiao Fan and looked like he was going to fight.

He exuded a powerful aura, constantly impacting Xiao Fan's soul power.

However, Xiao Fan didn't even look at him, he just chuckled and continued to refine the pill.

When the man in green robe saw this, he became furious.

This kid didn't take his words to heart, but ignored them. How could he not be angry?

Although he stood still, the aura of the middle-grade holy master burst out without any reservation, turning into a torrential wave of air and rushing toward Xiao Fan.

How dare you make elixirs in front of me, do you really think I don't exist?

However, it turns out that Xiao Fan did treat him as if he did not exist. The formation barrier around him emerged in vain when the attack approached, directly rebounding the momentum of the middle-grade saint.

The man in green robe stumbled, with a look of astonishment on his face. He couldn't help but rub his eyes, not believing what he saw.

"You actually brought the formation disk!" The man in green robe exclaimed, and then shook his head violently: "No, this is a special space of the Ten Thousand Temples. It is impossible to bring the formation disk in unless you arrange the formation yourself."

Speaking of this, the man in green robe, like the man in black robe before, looked at Xiao Fan with shock.

This kid is not only an alchemist, but also a super formation mage?

"No, we have to harass him and make him fail. Even if it doesn't work, we have to drain his mind." The man in green robe said solemnly.

It is not his goal to defeat Xiao Fan in alchemy. His goal is only to consume Xiao Fan's mind and soul.

When Xiao Fan meets Yan Lege, he will inevitably lose if he cannot use his full strength.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in green robe was dumbfounded.

He saw Xiao Fan suddenly open the alchemy furnace, and a stream of light shot out and fell into the elixir bottle. All his movements were like clouds and flowing water.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful force enveloped him, as if it wanted to erase him from this space.

"He won?" The man in green robe seemed to have seen something terrible, and the hairs on his body stood up.

Damn it, how long has it been? It’s not enough time for a cup of tea, right?

No, it’s not even half a cup of tea, and you’ve already finished refining it?

At this moment, the man in green robe looked at Xiao Fan with eyes filled with horror and even fear.

This level of alchemy is too terrifying. Even many elders are nothing more than this. How could Yan Lege be his opponent?

Unfortunately, he wanted to tell Yan Lege and the others, but it was already too late. A force enveloped him, and then he was directly thrown out of this space.

When he woke up, he took a deep look at Xiao Fan not far away, and then walked out of the small square unwillingly.

"Senior Brother Yan Yi, why did you lose?" As soon as they walked out of the Ten Thousand Temples, a familiar female monk came over and asked with an incredulous look on her face.

"I met Xiao Fan." Yan Yi, the man in green robe, said with a bitter smile.

"Xiao Fan? Wasn't he lucky enough to win the first match? How could he defeat you with his alchemy skills?" The woman looked in disbelief.

Not only did she not believe it, but neither did the other monks around her.

Yan Yi, a man in green robe, is a relatively high-level alchemist among his generation, but he is only weaker than Yan Laige.

But now, he actually lost, how could everyone not be surprised?

"Senior Brother Yan Yi, have you met Xiao Fan too?" At this time, a man in black robe walked over. If Xiao Fan saw it, he might be able to recognize it. Isn't this the man who yelled at him in the first level just now? ?

Yan Yi nodded, looking troubled.

"Senior Brother Yan Yi, there is no need for us to worry. Xiao Fan is not at the same level as us. Do you know how long it took him to refine a one-star Saint Source Dragon Pill?" The man in black robe smiled miserably. .

"How long?" Yan Yi suddenly raised his head and looked at the man in black robe. Only then did he realize that the man in front of him was as unlucky as him to meet Xiao Fan.

"Half a cup of tea." The man in black robe took a deep breath and said.

It only takes three or four minutes to make half a cup of tea. It is too abnormal to be able to refine a one-star Holy Source Dragon Pill in such a short time.

"How is that possible?" Sure enough, when the monks around him heard what the man in black robe said, they all looked in disbelief.

Do you think it’s a joke to refine a one-star Holy Source Dragon Pill in half a cup of tea?

Not to mention a low-level saint, even the elders of Wan Sheng Pavilion may not be able to do it. No wonder they don't believe it.

"It's true. I saw him refining the two-star soul-soothing holy elixir in just a cup of tea." Yan Yi believed the words of the man in black robe.

He even looked at the man in black robe with a hint of sympathy.

With the world people!

The two of them realized that only if they saw Xiao Fan's terrifying alchemy speed with their own eyes would they be able to believe it.

When the crowd heard Yan Yi's words, they all fell silent.

At this moment, the monks present were really frightened.

The man in black robe may lie, but Yan Yi can't also lie, right?

They all represent the Ten Thousand Saints Pavilion, so how could they exalt the alchemists from the left and right pavilions and belittle those from the All Saints Pavilion?

"This time, Senior Brother Yan Lege may have met his opponent." Someone whispered.

How many people at the same level can compare to Xiao Fan's terrifying alchemy speed?

Not far away, Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou heard everyone talking, and they smiled knowingly.

They had been worried that Xiao Fan might fail, and he was even ready to implement his second plan.

But now, I heard the good news in advance.

"No wonder that boy is so confident. It turns out he really has two brushes." Uncle Lu smiled unscrupulously, and his nervous heart slowly relaxed.

"Why is Yan Baxuan missing?" Zhang Wenjin was more cautious and looked around, but did not see Yan Baxuan's figure.

Uncle Lu smiled nonchalantly and said, "I guess I think Yan Lege will win without a doubt, so he's waiting to come out and slap us in the face! When the third round is over, it's not certain who will slap whom in the face!"

Zhang Wenjin nodded, but his face was still a little solemn, and he always felt that something was wrong.

Yan Baxuan is not the kind of person who can sit still. Whenever he gets a chance, he will definitely come out and slap him in the face. However, he suddenly disappeared, which made him a little worried.

"You watch here, I'll go back." Zhang Wenjin thought for a while and said.

"You mean..." The smile on Lu Bohou's face disappeared and was replaced by an extremely solemn one.

"It's a good thing to be careful. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected!" Zhang Wenjin took a deep breath and resolutely exited the square and headed towards the right pavilion.

At this time, an uninvited guest had already arrived in the valley where the right pavilion was located.

The man transformed into Zhang Wenjin and ran rampant without any hindrance. He soon arrived outside a cave in the forbidden area of ​​​​the right pavilion. "Xiao Fan, I hope what you said is true!" The fake Zhang Wenjin looked at the cave and took a deep breath, then suddenly slapped the stone door of the cave with a palm.