Chapter 139 The Seventh Royal Family Chapter 139 Go Back

"My God, what's going on here? Master Song, who was able to bring back to life even the completely destroyed liquid medicine, failed for the first time in three rounds of pill competition this time. Is it really as Yan Lao said? , Master Song, he can't refine the fifth-grade pill at all?"

On the display stand, Zhuo Fan spread out his palm to reveal the black ashes, Xiaoya couldn't help but yelled out. But as soon as she finished speaking, a gaze like a sharp sword glared at her fiercely.

Suddenly shivering, Xiaoya glanced at Zhuo Fan with some fear, and immediately shut her mouth. But her loud cry was heard by everyone present.

For a moment, everyone's hearts tightened uncontrollably, and they looked in Zhuo Fan's direction with both sympathy and worry.

The people on the main platform looked at him nervously. Since the beginning of the Baidan event, the Poison Hand Medicine King has been suppressed by force, and his arrogance has also been suppressed, which is completely suppressed by Zhuo Fan.

If Zhuo Fan loses, who can still be the opponent of Poison Hand Medicine King?

Is Tao Danniang? Hehe, although she is a veritable sixth-grade alchemist, it is a pity that Yan Song, the poisonous hand medicine king, has never looked at her directly.

At this moment, as we all know, the only confidant of the Poison Hand Medicine King is Zhuo Fan, a peerless genius who has mastered the secret skills of alchemy in ancient times. As long as Zhuo Fan is eliminated, he will be the veritable No. 1 in the sky, unrivaled!

Suddenly, people all looked at Zhuo Fan with hope. Even those who came here at the beginning just wanted to find some good alchemists to bring back to their families, they couldn't help but tilt their hearts towards Zhuo Fan. side.

It's such a pity that such a talented alchemist lost the game and even lost his life because of his insufficient cultivation!

However, reality is reality. Zhuo Fan's complexion became gray and motionless since he failed in alchemy for the first time, as if he had been hit by an unbearable blow, and he was completely desperate.

Alas, poor child!

Off the court, there were already many women who couldn't help crying. The poisonous hand medicine king sneered, and stopped looking at Zhuo Fan, a loser who had completely lost his fighting spirit, and concentrated on alchemy.

The fire of primordial power in his hand blazed fiercely, and all the medicinal liquid in the fire quickly condensed and turned into the prototype of a pill. Seeing that soon, the panacea of ​​Poisonous Hand Medicine King will be refined, Tao Danniang couldn't help feeling anxious, and hurriedly pinched the hands-on formula to refine it.

It's a pity that all her medicinal materials have just been refined into liquid medicine, and it is estimated that it is too late to condense into a pill body, and the Poisonous Hand Medicine King has already successfully refined it.

This situation is extremely dangerous. Chu Qingcheng and the others didn't care about the pity. Zhuo Fan, who was already depressed, turned to look at Tao Danniang and the poisonous hand medicine king. A dense layer of sweat oozed from his head, and he clenched two fists nervously. .

"Hahaha... this old man is done. Now, the champion of the third round of the alchemy competition and that kid's head belong to this old man." Finally, Tao Danniang had just condensed into the rudimentary form of the alchemy body. Laughter has already sounded.

Looking at it in a blink of an eye, the pill in the flames in the hands of the poisonous hand medicine king had already emitted a crystal luster, and it was about to become a pill in the next moment, and no one could stop his pill king's pace.

"Hmph, if you want to defeat this old man, you're still hundreds of years too early." The Poisonous Hand Medicine King shouted, excited like never before.

It's not easy, the first two rounds were suppressed by that damned little bastard, and it is only now that the old man can show his true abilities.

Seeing that the elixir in his hand was about to be completely transformed into a fifth-grade elixir in an instant, the corners of Poison Hand Medicine King's mouth opened wider and wider. He was actually happier than when he successfully refined the seventh-grade elixir for the first time.

Huangpu Qingyun in the distance, seeing this scene, also nodded in satisfaction.

Tao Danniang gritted her teeth fiercely, and sighed unwillingly. Chu Qingcheng and the others on the main platform clenched their fists, but there was only helplessness and resentment in their eyes.

Everything seems to have settled down, and there is no possibility of turning around. Poisonous Hand Medicine King will become the third round of Dan competition champion, and finally win his Huayulou's treasure, the Bodhi fibrous root.

Meanwhile, no one can stop him!

Huayulou, after this round, the defeat is set...

Ah Choo!

Suddenly, someone sneezed loudly, which resounded throughout the audience. Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and the flame in the hand of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King suddenly exploded.

The poisonous hand drug king was inattentive, and his beard and eyebrows were instantly blackened. Together with the elixir in his hand, it was completely reduced to ashes!

Uh!

For a moment, everyone was stunned, and they looked at each other, all of them were unaware. How could it be so good that this old Yan's pill exploded?

As the number one alchemist in Tianyu, his Poisonous Hand Medicine King should not have made such a mistake.

The body couldn't help shaking, the Poison Hand Yao Wang stiffened his body, and slowly turned his head, his face was completely replaced by an angry expression as if he was about to eat people.

But the place he was looking at was Zhuo Fan's position not far from him.

Following his gaze, people suddenly found that Zhuo Fan at this time had completely lost his previous depressed complexion, but instead had a sly smile on the corner of his mouth. Below his nostrils, there were also two blue mucus hanging straight down. It was unknown what it was.

hiss!

Sniffing his nose hard, sucking the two mucus into his nostrils, Zhuo Fancan rubbed his nose with a smile, and said apologetically, "Hehehe... I'm sorry, Elder Yan, recently... I feel cold !"

bang bang bang!

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's eyeballs were shattered on the ground, and their faces were ruthless.

With a slap in the face, I didn't know whether to cry or laugh, but in the end I couldn't laugh or cry.

Master Song, the reason you came up with is too nonsense, it is even more inconspicuous than the previous reason given by the Poisonous Hand Medicine King! For a cultivator, how can there be any reason for contracting a cold?

After Qi Gathering Stage, all diseases will be free, okay? What's more, you are now at the bone forging level.

If you want to take revenge on him, just take revenge directly, no one will stop you. But you have to find a better reason, no, don't treat us like fools!

Everyone present had already seen this point, not to mention the biggest victim of the explosion, Zhuo Fan, who was mainly targeting the poisonous hand medicine king himself.

The body trembled uncontrollably, and the poisonous hand medicine king was obviously about to go mad with anger.

Just wait for another breath, and in the blink of an eye, his fifth-grade elixir was successfully refined. But at this most critical juncture, the kid Zhuo Fan actually made a trick for him, making all his previous efforts come to naught.

It was as if he had searched for fifty years before finally finding the treasure of heaven and earth that he had dreamed of. Seeing that it was about to get it, it felt like it was smashed to pieces with a hammer suddenly.

That kind of heart-piercing pain could even make his heart stop beating and cry!

"Smelly... brat, this old man must kill you today!"

The Poisonous Hand Medicine King was trembling all the time, and everyone could tell that he was suppressing the anger in his heart. But it's a pity that he still didn't suppress it in the end. With a loud roar, the momentum of his whole body was released suddenly, making the flames of all the alchemists present couldn't stop shaking.

call!

Accompanied by an overwhelming coercion, the poisonous hand medicine king hit Zhuo Fantian Linggai with a palm. But Zhuo Fan was not afraid at all, and still stood there contentedly.

call out!

A white silk flew down, instantly wrapped around the palm of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King. Chu Qingcheng's figure suddenly appeared beside Zhuo Fan, and with a pull of the silk in his hand, he moved the heavy palm aside.

"Elder Yan, this is my Baidan Grand Meeting in Huayulou. If you want to cause trouble, please leave here immediately!" Chu Qingcheng glared and shouted loudly.

Gritting his teeth fiercely, the poisonous hand medicine king saw that Zhuo Fan was protected by Chu Qingcheng, and knew that he would not get any advantage if he shot, so he pointed at Zhuo Fan and scolded angrily: "Mr. , Disturb the old man's alchemy first."

"Why did I disturb it?" Zhuo Fan raised his eyebrows and refused to admit it.

Snorting angrily, the Poisonous Hand Medicine King pointed at everyone present, and shouted: "The audience here, so many people have seen it with their own eyes. The old man's fifth-grade panacea is about to be refined, and it was because of your sneeze that gave it to you." It fell short.”

"Uh...accident!" Zhuo Fan pondered for a while, then chuckled, "Oh, didn't I just say that I feel cold recently..."

"Fart your mother, do bone-forging masters occasionally feel cold?"

"You're just farting, you are allowed to splash the alchemy liquid, the seventh-rank alchemy master, and I am not allowed to feel the cold!" Zhuo Fan confronted tit-for-tat and refused to give in.

The Poison Hand Medicine King couldn't help but hesitate, but he muttered for a long time, and couldn't say a word anymore.

It turns out that this kid is waiting for the old man here, but this is also, it is absolutely impossible for a bone-forging master to catch the wind and cold, and to splash the medicinal liquid when refining medicine with a seventh-rank alchemist.

Since he was able to use this kind of thing as an excuse before, then this kid can also have such an excuse to fight back.

Thinking of this, the poisonous hand drug king really wanted to slap himself two big mouths. It would have been nice to use my brain more and think of a decent reason back then, but now I'm being so miserably overwhelmed by this kid's snot, and I can't even answer half a word.

After taking three or four deep breaths, the Poisonous Hand Medicine King managed to calm himself down, staring at Zhuo Fan viciously with a pair of faint green pupils, gnashing his teeth and saying: "Okay, boy, you have the guts. That one The snot... It's so damn accurate, it happened when the old man fused the pill body with the last fire. If it weren't for this, you wouldn't be able to spray your nose into the cracks of the pill body, so that the spirit pill was in the flames It cannot be fused under calcination, but explodes."

"Hehehe... As expected of a wizard in alchemy, he can even sneeze so damn accurately, I really admire, admire..." The eyes of the poisonous hand medicine king were full of murderous intent, and his teeth were almost gnawed into pieces. The sarcasm in it Words can be heard by everyone.

However, Zhuo Fan still didn't care, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Where is it, maybe it's because you and I are both top alchemy masters, so there is a kind of tacit understanding in the dark, not necessarily. You see, you are poisonous hand medicine Wang, I am Yidan Qingtian, and when you made alchemy, you splashed the liquid medicine, I just felt it..."

"Don't fucking say you have a cold once in a while!" However, before Zhuo Fan could finish speaking, the Poison Hand Medicine King interrupted forcefully, and roared, "Old man...don't like to hear it!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and returned to his seat, and began to prepare for alchemy again.

Zhuo Fan shrugged indifferently, noncommittal!

But when Chu Qingcheng saw that the poisoned hand drug king had returned safely, he didn't turn his face immediately, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. After all, most of Huayulou's combat power is now in the hands of that old guy, with the support of the emperor's family and other aristocratic families. Once they tear their faces, they will lose.

Fortunately, he still wants face, he doesn't want the world to know the shamelessness of their Medicine King Palace, so he doesn't want to make matters worse, otherwise...

Thinking of this, Chu Qingcheng looked at Zhuo Fan beside him, his eyes moved slightly, and with a voice of only two people, he said softly: "Husband, can you tell me who you are?"