The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 139: Go back against Yin
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"Oh my god, what's going on? Master Song, who was able to revive even the liquid medicine that had been completely destroyed, failed for the first time in the three rounds of pill competition this time. Is it really as serious? I always said, Master Song can't make a fifth-grade pill at all?"
On the display stage, when Zhuo Fan opened his palm to reveal the dark ashes, Xiaoya couldn't help but yell. But as soon as she finished speaking, a sharp sword-like gaze glared at her fiercely.
Suddenly shivering, Xiaoya glanced at Zhuo Fan with some fear, and then closed her mouth immediately. But her yelling was heard by everyone present.
For a while, everyone couldn't stop their hearts tight, and they looked in Zhuo Fan's direction with sympathy and worry.
The people on the main stage looked at him nervously. Since the beginning of the Baidan event, the Poisonous Medicine King has been suppressed, and his arrogant arrogance has been suppressed, completely suppressed by Zhuo Fan.
If Zhuo Fan loses, who can be the opponent of Poisonous Medicine King?
Tao Danniang? Hehe, although she is a veritable Sixth Rank Alchemist, it is a pity that Wang Yansong has never looked at her directly.
At this moment, as everyone knows, the only serious confidant of the poisonous hand medicine king is Zhuo Fan, a peerless genius who masters the secrets of ancient alchemy. As long as Zhuo Fan is removed, he will be the veritable No. 1 in Tianyu, no one is invincible!
Suddenly, people all looked at Zhuo Fan hopefully. Even those who came here at the beginning just wanted to find some good alchemists to return to their clan. They couldn’t help but balance their hearts. Zhuo Fan's side.
A genius alchemist who lost the game and lost his life just because of his lack of cultivation is what a pity!
However, reality is reality. Since Zhuo Fan's first alchemy failure, his complexion has become gray, motionless, as if he had been hit hard to bear, he was completely desperate.
Oh, poor boy!
Off the court, there was already a young woman, and couldn't help crying. The poisonous hand medicine king sneered, no longer looking at Zhuo Fan, a loser who had completely lost his fighting spirit, and concentrated on alchemy.
The fire of Yuanli in the hand blazed fiercely, and all the liquid medicine in the fire quickly agglomerated into the embryonic form of a pill. Seeing that soon, the Poisonous Potion King's spirit pill will be refined, Tao Danniang can't help but feel anxious, and hastily pinched the hand formula to refine it.
Unfortunately, all her medicinal materials have just been refined into medicinal liquids. It is estimated that there is no time to condense into a pill. The poisonous hand medicine king has already been refined.
This situation and situation are extremely dangerous. Chu Qingcheng and the others also ignored the poor, already depressed Zhuo Fan, turned to look at Tao Danniang and Poisonous Hand Medicine King, a dense layer of sweat leaked from their heads, and two fists were clenched nervously in their hands. .
"Hahaha... the old man is done. Now, the champion of the third round of Dan competition, and the kid's head, are the old man's." Finally, Tao Danniang has just condensed into the prototype of the pill, the poisonous hand medicine. The king's laughter sounded.
In a blink of an eye, the pill in the flames of the poisonous hand medicine king's hand has already glowed with a crystal clear luster, and it will become a pill in the next moment, and no one can stop the pace of his pill king anymore.
"Hmph, you want to defeat the old man, you are hundreds of years early." The Poisonous Medicine King shouted, with unprecedented excitement.
It's not easy, the first two rounds were pressed by that **** little beast, and it is only now that the old man's real skills can be used.
Seeing that the pill in his hand will be completely transformed into a fifth-level spirit pill in one breath, the corners of the poisonous hand medicine king’s mouth are more and more open. happy.
Emperor Pu Qingyun in the distance nodded in satisfaction when he saw this scene.
Tao Danniang gritted her teeth and sighed unwillingly. Chu Qingcheng and others on the host stage clenched their fists, but only helplessness and resentment were in their eyes.
Everything seems to have settled, and there is no possibility of turning around. The poisonous hand medicine king will become the champion of the third round of the pill competition, and in the last one will take the treasure of his Huayu Tower, Bodhi Root.
In the meantime, no one can stop him!
Huayulou, after this round, the defeat is set...
Ahee!
Suddenly, someone sneezed a big sneeze, resounding through the audience. Immediately afterwards, after hearing a loud bang, the flames in the hands of Poisonous Hand Medicine King suddenly exploded.
The Poisonous Hand Medicine King didn't pay attention, his beard and eyebrows were instantly blackened. Together with the pill in his hand, it was completely turned into ashes!
Uh!
For a moment, everyone was stunned, and they looked at each other, all of which were unclear. How easy is it that this old-fashioned pill exploded?
His Poisonous Hand Medicine King, as Tianyu's number one alchemist, shouldn't make such a mistake.
The body couldn't help shaking. The Poisonous Hand Medicine King stiffened his body and turned his head slowly, his face was completely replaced by the look of anger that seemed to be cannibalistic.
The place he was looking at was precisely the position of Zhuo Fan, not far from him.
Following his gaze, people unexpectedly discovered that Zhuo Fan at this time had completely lost his previous depressed complexion, instead there was a sly smile at the corner of his mouth. Under his nostrils, two cyan mucus were also hanging straight down, I don't know what it was.
His!
Tucked his nose hard and sucked the two mucus into his nostrils. Zhuo Fancan rubbed his nose with a smile, and said apologetically: "Hahaha...I'm sorry, Elder Yan, recently... …I feel the wind and chill!"
Boom boom boom!
As soon as this remark came out, everyone's eyes suddenly shattered, and their faces twitched fiercely. I don't know whether to cry or laugh. In the end, they couldn't laugh or cry.
Master Song, the reason you are looking for is too ridiculous. It is even more inconsistent than the previous reason of the Poisonous Medicine King! There is no reason for a cultivator to catch wind and cold?
After the Qi Gathering Boundary, it will not invade all diseases, okay! What's more, you are now in the Bone Forging Realm.
If you want to retaliate against him, then retaliate directly, no one will stop you. But you have to find a better reason for not, don't treat us as fools!
This point, everyone present has already seen this, let alone the biggest victim of the explosion, Zhuo Fan's main target of the Poisonous Pill King himself.
The body trembled uncontrollably, and the Poisonous Hand Medicine King was obviously about to be mad.
Just waiting for another breath, and in the blink of an eye, his fifth-grade spirit pill was successfully refined. But just at this most critical juncture, Zhuo Fan, this kid unexpectedly gave him a trick, letting all his previous achievements go.
It's like he had searched for fifty years before he finally found the treasure that he dreamed of. Seeing that he was about to get his hands, he suddenly felt like he was hit with a hammer.
The kind of heart-wrenching pain can even make his heart stop beating and cry!
"Smelly...Smelly boy, I must kill you today!"
The Poisonous Medicine King has been trembling, and people can see that he is suppressing the anger in his heart. But unfortunately, in the end, he didn't suppress it. With a roar, his whole body was suddenly released, so that the flames of all alchemists present couldn't stop and began to shake.
Huh!
Along with an overwhelming powerful pressure, the Poisonous Hand Medicine King slapped Zhuo Fan Tianling Gai with a palm. However, Zhuo Fan was not afraid at all, still standing in place contentedly.
Shoo!
A strip of white silk fluttered down, instantly wrapped around the palm of the Poisonous Medicine King. Chu Qingcheng's figure suddenly appeared beside Zhuo Fan, pulling the silk and satin in his hand, and then moved that powerful palm to one side.
"Elder Yan, this is the Baidan event in my Huayu Tower. If you want to cause trouble, please leave this place 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 be able to get any cheap shots. The kid broke the rules and disturbed the old man's alchemy first."
"Why am I disturbing?" Zhuo Fan raised his brow and refused to admit it.
With a grunt, the Poisonous Hand Potion King pointed to everyone present, and shouted: "There are so many people in the audience who have seen it with their own eyes. The old man's fifth-grade spirit pill is about to be refined, and it is yours. Sneezing, it fell short."
"Uh...accident!" Zhuo Fan groaned for a while, then chuckled, "Oh, didn't I just say it, I have been feeling cold recently..."
"Fart your mother, do you have a bone-forging realm master puppet who feels the cold?"
"You just fart, you are allowed to splash the pill liquid from the seventh-rank alchemy master, and I am not allowed to feel the wind chill!" Zhuo Fan confronted him, not giving up.
The Poisonous Hand Medicine King couldn't help but linger, but he wailed 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 the case that the Bone Forging Realm masters contracted wind and cold, and the liquid medicine splashed with the seventh-rank alchemist during the refining process is absolutely impossible.
Since he could use this kind of thing as an excuse before, then this kid can also have this kind of excuse to fight back.
Thinking of this, the Poisonous Potion King really wanted to smoke his two big mouths. At the beginning, I used my brain more and thought of a decent reason, and I couldn't commit myself to being so miserable now that this kid had a nasal discharge, and I couldn't even answer a word.
After taking three or four deep breaths, the Poisonous Potion King managed to calm himself down. With a pair of faint green pupils, he stared at Zhuo Fan fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, kid, you have a kind . That snot spray... is really **** accurate, just when the old man fired the last fire to fuse the pill. If not, you wouldn’t be able to just spray the snot into the crevices of the pill, so that it will be spiritual. Dan couldn't fuse under the flames, but exploded instead."
"Hehehe...deserving of a pill-making wizard, even a sneeze, he can squirt so accurately, the old man really admires and admires..." The poisonous hand medicine king's eyes are full of killing, and his teeth are about to be broken. The sarcasm in it is even more audible to everyone.
However, Zhuo Fan still didn't care, waved his hand, and smiled: "Where is it? Maybe it's because you and I are both top alchemy masters, so there is a tacit understanding in the dark, which is not necessarily. You see, you I am the King of Poisonous Hand Medicine. I am a pill Qingtian. You spilled the liquid medicine when you refine the pill. I feel like a pill..."
"Don't **** say that you feel the wind and cold!" However, before Zhuo Fan finished speaking, the Poisonous Medicine King had already strongly interrupted, and roared, "Old man...I don't like to listen!"
After speaking, he turned around and returned to his seat, and began to prepare to re-practice alchemy.
Zhuo Fan shrugged indifferently, noncommittal!
When Chu Qingcheng saw the poisonous hand medicine king return 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 the old guy, with the support of the emperor's family and other families. Once they tear their faces, they will lose.
Fortunately, he still has a face, and he doesn't want the world to know the shamelessness of their Medicine King Palace, so that he doesn't want to make things bigger, otherwise...
Thinking of this, Chu Qingcheng looked at Zhuo Fan beside him, his eyes moved slightly, and he whispered in the voice of only two people: "Husband, can you tell me who you are?"