Immortal Martial God Chapter 2153: Show your skills
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For Xiang Nan, one hour of training to become an eight-level pill is actually not a world-shattering event.
He has seen it even more exaggerated. It took Yaya three hours to practice all the ten-pin pill.
Of course, it was actually trained under Xiang Nan's guidance.
Watching time pass by.
The alchemist became more and more impatient.
At the nineteenth minute, the alchemist finally caught up. He patted the alchemy furnace, and at that moment the green spirit pill flew out.
Both sides each hold their own medicine. Next, it's time to speak with facts.
Whose medicine is better? Whose pill is better?
There is no need to be firm at all, just eat! Well, it depends on life and death.
The alchemist took the poison pill from Poison Master Haiqiong, swallowed it in one bite, and then immediately swallowed his own spirit pill into his stomach.
Xiang Nan shook his head, already knowing the result, that alchemist's spirit pill is really only an eighth-rank intermediate.
The two elixirs are completely complementary to each other, so whoever is more powerful will of course be regarded as good.
After a short period of thirty seconds, the alchemist suddenly turned blue, and then his entire face turned black. He wowed a mouthful of poisonous blood and lay on the ground and began to convulse. Later, It was motionless.
A precious eighth-level alchemist was killed in this way.
Xiang Nan couldn't help sighing, such a precious alchemist died like this. This is a waste of resources.
He has the heart to save, but he is powerless.
The rules are the rules. Both parties nodded in agreement, and imposed interference, which would only shame the Alchemy Alliance.
"It's still this group." The neutral referee pointed to the finger box and said: "Alchemy Alliance, still hasn't cracked it. Next, ask the Alchemy Alliance to send another master to detoxify this group of poison pills. "
As a result, the Alchemist Alliance did not move anymore.
The Great Emperor Xuantian sighed sadly.
The eighth-level alchemist who was poisoned just now is already one of the highest ranks in the alchemy alliance, and if you find someone, they are all eighth-level alchemists.
Basically, it means sending one to the end.
At this time, the first seat of the Dark Alliance laughed and said: "How about, Xuantian, your alchemy alliance has lost! According to the agreement, the alchemy alliance disbands on its own!"
"From now on, I, the Dark Alliance, will be the only organization favored by Mother Earth!"
Alchemy Alliance, no one answered.
"I'll come." The Great Emperor Xuantian sighed and was about to go personally.
Many alchemists hurriedly stopped them, and they felt distressed one by one: "First seat, you are very poisonous and you can't go to war. If you forcibly make alchemy, the poisonous effect will happen quickly, you..."
There was a bright mirror in Xiang Nan's mind. He knew that it was this Emperor Xuantian. In this round of competition, he completed the nine-tier pill, but it turned out that he was immediately poisoned after leaving the first nine-tier pill. Fatal.
This kind of master shouldn't end up in such a tragic way, at least, in this time gap, Xiang Nan doesn't allow it.
Multiple blockings did not work. The Emperor Xuantian still stubbornly stepped onto the field.
At this moment, an immature young man suddenly rushed out of the crowd.
This person looks handsome, he is about fifty years old, but he is only in his early twenties, and it is not surprising that he is a young man.
"Xuantian's first seat." This young man is handsome and immature, but he gives a very young temperament.
"Who are you." Emperor Xuantian frowned.
The young man bowed respectfully and said: "The kid's name is Bo Lan. I hope seniors will forgive the younger generation for their recklessness."
"The younger generation has a stunt since they were young, and has always had a dream in their heart. They want to form an alliance of refiners. This time, they want to present an alchemy furnace that the younger generation personally refined, like the first one of Xuantian."
"I also hope that the first seat can be completed."
Xiang Nan's brain buzzed, and he secretly said: My grass, the originator of the Qishi Alliance!
There was a lot of laughter at the scene, and everyone felt that Bo Lan was too self-conscious.
The emperor Xuantian also looked unhappy, and angrily rebuked: "On the way of refining alchemy, when cultivating profound ways, you should focus on your own attainments!"
"It is the dark alliance that does no evil, and has always followed this principle! Like you, wanting to use the level of the alchemy furnace as a way to win, it is really disgusting! Retreat!"
Alchemists do need alchemy furnaces, but they never rely too much on them, just like the warriors of Xiang Nan's era had the same weapons.
The martial artist believes that cultivating qi, even if you are refining the body, is considered the right way, but those who want to rely on powerful weapons to improve their strength all their lives are models of getting something for nothing. They are sidetracks and opportunistic behaviors.
Amidst the ridicule and abuse of the crowd, Na Bolan was extremely lost. He was at a turning point in his life, and he himself was not sure whether the path he was going to take next was correct.
It is undeniable that the reprimand of Emperor Xuantian today has a deep-rooted influence on Bo Lan.
No one knows the future achievements of this man, but Xiang Nan knows too well!
In the next 130,000 years, the all-powerful alliance of instrument masters was created by this person.
It can also be said that Boran was the first initiator of the birth of the entire Wujia civilization.
This is a master of a faction worthy of being remembered by history, but today, he is still a fledgling young man. In front of Emperor Xuantian, he can only be criticized.
Who would have thought that in history, between the two great civilizations, the last generation of master Xuantian the Great, and the first originator of Wujia civilization, Bo Lan, would end in this way of meeting.
Xiang Nan is dispatched.
He jumped directly into the court.
"Xuantian is the first seat, the younger generation would dare to fight, this, please take a look." Xiang Nan didn't want to explain his identity too much, and directly threw a chapter of "Pill Medicine" left by Mo Ling to Emperor Xuantian.
The Emperor Xuantian must know the goods.
At the same time, Xiang Nan also stopped Bo Lan. He patted Bo Lan on the shoulder and said in a low voice: "Young man, don't give up, work towards your own dream."
Na Bolan smiled bitterly: "Even the first seat of Xuantian doesn't recognize me, and I don't have confidence anymore."
Xiang Nan sternly said: "What other people think is that it is other people's business. You must not give up what you think. Remember my words and believe in yourself!"
Bo Lan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he exclaimed: "Do you think...I can do it?"
Xiang Nan nodded vigorously: "Can you do it, do you have to try it, don’t you? If a dream is so easily given up, it is not a dream."
Bolan's moved hands clasped his fists: "Thank you brother for your encouragement! Don't worry, I have a big plan. I believe I will succeed."
Xiang Nan smiled slightly: "I believe it."
Of course he believes that Bolan’s big plan is now lying in Xiang Nan’s Tower of Time.
Dreams are like this. As long as one person approves them, the dreamer will rush forward without hesitation.
Even one person’s affirmation is of great significance to Bo Lan.
At the same time, Emperor Xuantian closed the chapter, took a deep look at Xiang Nan, and said: "Did you write?"
Xiang Nan shook his head: "Don't dare, this is written by a junior master."
The Great Emperor Xuantian sighed: "The person who can write this theory must be a prodigy that day, but it is a pity that he will not live long, otherwise he will definitely visit."
Xiang Nandao: "The juniors are not talented. I learned some subtle tricks from the master. I hope that they can help us in the right way. I kindly ask for the first approval."
The Emperor Xuantian thought for a long time: "It's time."
Xiang Nan smiled confidently and walked in the direction of Poison Master Haiqiong.
Seeing that there was a hairy boy walking across from him, and the Dark Alliance was full of laughter.
Even on the Alchemist Alliance, Xiang Nan is not optimistic, and he can't understand why Xuantian the Great would suddenly let such a young man die.
The Poison Master Haiqiong looked at Xiang Nan playfully, and said: "Little baby, I am afraid that the milk is not broken, so I will be decapitated?"
Xiang Nan smiled slightly: "Come here, don't you have white flames burning thunder? Let it out to the young man to see, it just so happens that the young man also has a few divine thunders here."
"How many?" There was an uproar at the scene, followed by a roar of laughter.
The tears of the Poison Master Haiqiong’s laughter came out: "Are you thinking wrong? It's not that all thunder and lightning are considered to destroy the gods of the world, then..."
Xiang Nan put up a finger, and the flame of Baiyan thunder was beating on the tip of the finger.
At this moment, everyone opened their mouths and couldn't say a word.
Poison Master Haiqiong looked at Xiang Nan more like a ghost, and said in amazement: "This can't be..."
Without speaking the word Neng, Xiang Nan raised his middle finger, and Xuanbing Han Lei jumped at his fingertips.
"Ah..." Poison Master Haiqiong backed away a few steps, and said in horror: "You..."
Xiang Nan raised his ring finger, and Lightspeed Lei snapped up.
Immediately afterwards, Xiang Nan successively released his Void God Thunder, Fallen Sky Thunder, Sun Flame God Thunder...
The scene is frying!
One person has six thunders!
Xiang Nanxin said, what are you afraid of? Anyway, it is also a time gap. After pretending to be done, you are not afraid of revealing your identity, and you are not afraid of others coming to grab your own god. In the age of faults, why not show your skills and make a blockbuster.