Chapter 138 Failure

The mysterious Qing Yan was obtained by Zhuo Fan from a mysterious master in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range. Its power is so strong that with his current ability, he can't exert one ten-thousandth of it.

But he can conclude that even if this Qingyan is placed in the sanctuary, it still belongs to the legendary existence. Just revealing one ten-thousandth of its power can already help him refine high-grade pills.

but……

Taking a deep breath, Zhuo Fan squinted at the top ten alchemy masters, and saw them all walking around refining the medicinal materials in their hands. Especially the three of them, Poisonous Hand Medicine King, Tao Danniang and Yan Fu, apart from their relaxed faces, there was also a deep gleam in their eyes.

Obviously, they must still have the final trump card in their hearts, and they will use it in the final round of the Pill King's decisive victory.

Correspondingly, Qingyan is also Zhuo Fan's ultimate trump card. If it is announced in advance, it will inevitably be targeted by this poisonous drug king. It's better to hide it and wait for the finals.

But in this way, the only method that can be used is that trick, although it is more risky...

Touching his nose helplessly, Zhuo Fan let out a long breath of foul air, and finally started to move. And following his actions, all eyes on the field turned to him in unison.

People all want to see again, what kind of amazing feats this genius alchemy master, who has repeatedly used shocking alchemy techniques, will appear.

However, under the close gaze of everyone, Zhuo Fan just pinched his fingers like an ordinary person, and a crimson fire of Yuanli appeared in the center of his palm.

Then, Zhuo Fan flicked his fingers repeatedly, and pieces of fifth-grade medicinal materials all flew into the flames.

There is no alchemy technique as shocking as before, and there is no special skill of refining all medicinal materials in an instant like at the beginning of the second round of alchemy.

Zhuo Fan does alchemy like an ordinary person, and, compared with those other alchemy masters, the flame in his hand is even weaker.

Those fifth-grade medicinal materials, in his flames, were like an old cow pulling a wrecked cart, and it took half a day to refine such a drop of medicinal liquid.

Compared with the shocking world before, Zhuo Fan's alchemy at this time is not just ordinary, it can be said to be bad! The alchemy skills of almost all the alchemists present on the field seem to be stronger than him.

Such a big gap made everyone's hearts sink. They seem to be witnessing a scene where a genius alchemist who is rare in thousands of years is falling from the peak to the mortal world.

The top ten alchemists all glanced in Zhuo Fan's direction. Some were regretful, some were helpless, but most of them showed a smug smile.

This kid's Achilles' heel finally came to the fore in the third round.

But amidst these bursts of sinister smiles, Zhuo Fan's back standing on the first alchemy platform looked particularly desolate.

It seems that he also realized that Zhuo Fan was very different from the previous two rounds of alchemy. Not only did he lose his amazing alchemy, but he seemed to have restrained his arrogance a lot.

Xiaoya didn't realize that she was a little puzzled. When she was refining alchemy with alchemists for the first time, she asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Hey, I really don't know what happened to Master Song this time, it seems to be different from before?"

"Hehehe... of course!"

Smiling coldly, the poisonous hand medicine king gloated while making alchemy: "His alchemy has come to an end, and it is impossible to make good alchemy anymore."

Unconsciously raised her eyebrows, Xiaoya asked strangely: "Old Yan, what is the meaning of this?"

Looking at each other with several other alchemists, everyone laughed heartily.

"What the old man means is that he can only refine low-level elixir, and he can't make high-level elixir at all."

Seeing that Xiaoya was still puzzled, the Poisonous Hand Medicine King was more than happy to continue explaining: "Alchemy is generally divided into civil and military fires, and low-level elixir. The medicinal materials are easier to refine, and generally soft and gentle fires are the main ones. On the contrary, bursting martial arts are easy to destroy the medicinal materials. Burn it. However, when refining high-grade medicinal materials, martial fire is the main method, and gentle fire is no longer enough to refine them."

"But this kid's cultivation base is not enough, and he can't support the bursting martial fire for a long time, so he can't refine the panacea above the fifth grade." The poisonous hand medicine king smiled evilly, turned to look at Zhuo Fan, and said provocatively, " That's where you're going, right, boy."

Ignoring him, Zhuo Fan remained calm and focused on his alchemy.

"But... Didn't Master Song refine the fifth-grade Longyang Pill just now?" Xiaoya asked in surprise.

Shaking his head disdainfully, the poisonous hand medicine king said lightly: "The Longyang pill forcibly refines the power of the second-grade pill to the fifth-grade pill, so it cannot be regarded as a real fifth-grade panacea. But this alchemy method, the old man admits, is indeed a rare thing in the world. Rare. If he can refine fifth-rank pills, he may be able to raise the pill to seventh-rank level, but unfortunately, hehehe..."

Hearing this, all the people present sighed with regret.

Seeing that somewhat lonely figure who was still persisting in alchemy, everyone felt an inexplicable sadness in their hearts for no reason.

I don't know when, among the thousands of alchemists in the whole field, Zhuo Fan was the only one in everyone's eyes. People will be excited and inexplicably surprised by Zhuo Fan's magical alchemy again and again.

At this time, along with his loneliness, he will feel inexplicable grief.

On the contrary, the alchemy masters of Poison Hand Medicine King, at this time, made everyone feel extremely disgusted by their insults and jealousy.

"Master Song, come on, we support you!"

I don't know who it is, and I don't know where it came from, and let out a cheer for Zhuo Fan, and then, the whole meeting

The crowd in the arena was full of enthusiasm, and voices of cheer and encouragement came from everywhere.

"Master Song, you are the best!"

"Master Song, we love you!"

"Master Song, I...I want to give birth to a monkey for you..."

...

All of a sudden, the entire Huayu Hall was filled with voices as if a pot had exploded in an instant. Xie Tianyang and the others were completely dumbfounded when they heard this wave of sound.

This kid is just refining a pill, why did he attract the support of so many people? There are still people clamoring to give birth to monkeys for him, I am a dignified son of Jianhou's mansion, why is no one willing to do this for me?

Turning around slowly, Zhuo Fan waved slightly. Just a moment later, the field fell silent. With such a strong appeal, even the elders of the Seventh Family couldn't help being slightly moved.

"Everyone, thank you for your support."

Zhuo Fan's face was solemn, and it was rare to show sincerity: "The children of the next third-rate family can come to this Huayu Hall and show what they have learned all their lives. It is already a wish for everyone to know. Death without resentment. Alchemy is a journey, but mental state. My heart is the first, and I am the first. I just ask you to watch me refine this last pill, so I will be honored even though I am defeated!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhuo Fan turned around again and worked hard to refine the five-grade medicinal material that was so difficult for him. But looking at the cloak that was so overwhelmingly beautiful behind him, everyone present was already in tears.

He is no longer just a genius in the alchemy world, but also a hero who is committed to alchemy and pursues his life.

Unlike Poison Hand Medicine King and the others, who are intriguing in alchemy, in his heart, he only has to refine the number one in the world. Such a pure heart and such a broad mind.

"Master Song, you are as humble as a valley, please be respected by all of us!"

The alchemists who were eliminated before saw that Zhuo Fan knew that he was no longer invincible, but still insisted on refining, and they didn't feel respect in their hearts. Especially those who had voluntarily abstained before, felt ashamed. The respect for Zhuo Fan is even deeper.

During the VIP banquet on the east side, Huangpu Qingyun and others laughed out loud. Even if he aroused the sympathy of so many people, his life could not be saved in front of the Seventh Family.

Do these third-rate characters dare to resist the Seventh Family headed by the Emperor Sect?

On the main platform, although the three of Chu Qingcheng knew it was a lie, their pupils were already red. Zhuo Fan's sad figure, like a tragic hero, touched the softest part of a woman's heart.

Xiao Dandan cried even more, as if he really thought it was Zhuo Fan's last words.

Seeing all this, Xie Tianyang curled his lips helplessly: "This kid is really good, and he is pretending to be aggressive again. But he must not be like just now, pretending to be too aggressive, and being tricked by others."

"Hehehe... This kid is very smart, how can he suffer the same loss twice?" Long Jiu shook his head noncommittally, and said with a smile, "From my point of view, this kid's sudden uncharacteristic behavior must have some purpose."

"What purpose can it have?"

Wiping the red eye circles, Solanum nigrum sniffed hard: "This kid is too hateful, he either makes people angry or makes them cry."

Long Jiu was stunned, and said a little puzzled: "Xiao Kui, didn't you get along with that kid, why are you still crying for him?"

The corner of the mouth couldn't help but twitched, Solanum nigrum complained: "I'm really into the drama!"

Unable to stagger, Long Jiu, Xie Tianyang and the others looked at each other, and they all gave wry smiles, helplessly wiping the cold sweat off their foreheads.

Alas, woman...

On the alchemy platform, all the medicinal materials in the hands of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King had already been refined, and even started to fuse. As for the rest of the alchemists, more than half of the medicinal materials have been refined into liquid medicine.

But Zhuo Fan's medicinal materials have only been refined to less than one-fifth.

Seeing this situation, the Poison Hand Medicine King couldn't help but sneered, and said contemptuously: "Boy, it's useless to coerce people into private interests. Even if you mobilize the gang of trash below to save you, they don't have the ability. Wait." If you go down from this alchemy platform, the old man will justly take your head."

"Oh? Not necessarily!"

Frowning slightly, Zhuo Fan looked at the unrefined medicinal materials in his hand, squeezed them hard, and a flash of determination suddenly flashed in his eyes: "One palm of heaven and earth!"

puff!

There was a muffled sound, and a light smoke slowly drifted out from his palm.

Poisonous Hand Medicine King's eyelids trembled unknowingly, and then he laughed loudly: "Hahaha...the fire is extinguished before the medicinal materials are refined. It's no wonder that the first-hand medicinal materials are not completely destroyed! Even if you want to lose, you will lose well! Come on, is this your parting posthumous work?"

Without listening to his noise, Zhuo Fan was nervous, and the clenched fist that his eyes were staring at was slowly opened.

However, there was no medicine in sight, only ashes in his hands!

Failed!

Zhuo Fan's heart sank, and he squinted at the poisonous hand medicine king.

I saw that at this moment, all his medicinal liquids had been fused and were about to take shape. If things go on like this, he will be the champion of the third round of Jingdan.

Taking a deep breath, a cold light flashed in Zhuo Fan's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a strange arc.

Immortal thing, just now you fucked me, this time I will pay you back twice...