The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 138: Failed

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The mysterious Qingyan was obtained by Zhuo Fan from a mysterious master in the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Range. Its power is so strong that with his current ability, he still can't play a ten thousandth.

But he can conclude that even if this Qingyan is placed in the sanctuary, it belongs to the legendary existence. Just revealing one-tenth of its power, it has also been able to help him refine high-grade pill.

But...

Taking a deep breath, Zhuo Fan squinted at the top ten alchemy masters, and saw all of them walking leisurely to refine the medicinal materials in their hands. In particular, apart from the relaxed faces of the poisonous hand medicine king, Tao Danniang and Yan Fu, there was a deep light in the depths of their eyes.

Obviously, they must still have the last killer in their hearts, and they will use it when King Dan wins the final round.

Correspondingly, Qingyan is also Zhuo Fan's ultimate killer. If it is announced in advance, it will inevitably be targeted by this poisonous medicine king. Keep it hidden and wait for the finals.

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

He touched his nose helplessly, Zhuo Fan let out a long suffocating breath, and finally started to move. With his actions, all eyes on the field turned to him.

People want to see again, what amazing feats this genius alchemy master, who has repeatedly used earth-shattering alchemy, will have.

However, under everyone's tight gaze, Zhuo Fan just pinched a finger like an ordinary person, and a red fire of vitality appeared in the center of his palm.

Next, Zhuo Fan flicked his fingers and flew into the flames one by one, five-grade medicinal materials.

There is no alchemy that shocks the world as before, and there is no unique skill that instantly refines all medicinal materials like at the beginning of the second round of alchemy.

Zhuo Fan is doing alchemy like ordinary people, and compared to those other alchemy masters, the flame in his hand is even weaker.

Those five-grade medicinal materials, in his flames, like an old cow pulling a broken car, it takes a long time to refine such a drop of medicinal liquid.

Compared with the previous shocking world, Zhuo Fan's alchemy at this time is not just ordinary, it can be said to be bad! Almost all the alchemists that exist on the field now seem to have better alchemy than him.

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

The ten top ten alchemists all glanced in Zhuo Fan's direction. Some regretted, some helpless, but most people showed a smug smirk.

This kid's dead spot was finally highlighted in the third round.

In the midst of these dark laughter, Zhuo Fan's back standing on the first alchemy platform looked particularly depressed.

I also seem to realize that Zhuo Fan is very different from the first two rounds of alchemy. Not only does he lack that amazing alchemy, he seems to have reduced his arrogance a lot.

Xiaoya felt a little puzzled. For the first time when the alchemists were making alchemy, she asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Hey, I really don't know what happened to Master Song this time. It seems to be different from the previous one?"

"Hehehe... of course!"

With a cold smile, the poisonous hand medicine king made alchemy while gloating: "His alchemy has come to an end, and it is impossible to make a good alchemy again."

Unconsciously raising her brows, Xiaoya said strangely: "Old Yan, what does this mean?"

A glance at the other alchemists, everyone laughed freely.

"What the old man means is that he can only refine low-level pill, not high-level spirit pill."

Seeing that Xiaoya is still puzzled, the poisonous hand medicine king is very happy to continue to explain: "Alchemy is generally divided into civil and martial fire, low-level immortality, medicinal materials are easier to refining, generally soft warm fire, but bursting martial fire It is easy to burn medicinal materials. However, when refining high-grade medicinal materials, martial fire is the main method. Slow fire is not enough to refine them."

"But this kid is not cultivated enough to support the bursting Martial Fire for a long time, so he has no way to refine a spirit pill of rank 5 or higher." Poisonous Poison Wang Xie laughed and turned to look at Zhuo Fan, provoking Said, "This is your culprit, right, kid."

Ignoring him, Zhuo Fan is still focusing on his alchemy.

"But... Didn't Master Song just refine the fifth-grade Longyang Pill?" Xiaoya was surprised and asked.

Shaking his head disdainfully, the poisonous hand medicine king said indifferently: "That Longyang Pill is forcibly refined from the second-rank pill to reach the fifth-rank. It cannot be regarded as a real fifth-rank spirit pill. But this alchemy technique, the old man admits, indeed It's rare in the world. If he can refine a five-rank pill, it is estimated that he can raise the pill to the seventh-rank level. Unfortunately, hehehe..."

Hearing this, everyone present sighed with regret.

Looking at the figure that was a little lonely, but still insisting on alchemy, everyone felt an inexplicable grief for no reason.

I don't know when, among the thousands of alchemists in the whole scene, Zhuo Fan is the only one in everyone's eyes. People will be excited and 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 masters of Alchemy King of Poisonous Hand Drugs, at this time, fell into trouble and jealous of the sages, but it made everyone feel unusually disgusted.

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

I don't know who it is or where it comes from, and he uttered a cheering sound to Zhuo Fan. Then, there was a passionate crowd in the entire venue, and there were voices of cheering and encouragement everywhere.

"Master Song, you are the best!"

"Master Song, we love you!"

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

……

For a time, the entire Huayu Hall was instantly exploded, and there was a loud voice. Xie Tianyang and the others were completely dumbfounded when they heard this wave of sound surging.

This kid is only doing a pill, how come so many people support him? There are people who are arguing about giving him a monkey. Lao Tzu is dignified and dignified. Why is no one willing to do this for Lao Tzu?

Turning around slowly, Zhuo Fan beckoned slightly. Just for a moment, the scene fell silent for an instant. With such a strong appeal, even the major elders of the Seventh Family could not help but move slightly.

"Everyone, thank you for your support."

Zhuo Fan’s face is solemn, and it is rare to show sincerity: "The children of the next third-rate family can come to this Huayutang, show what they have learned throughout their lives, and let everyone know them. Already, dead without resentment. One way to refine the pill, but the state of mind. My heart is first, and it is the first. Just ask you all to watch me finish this last pill, then I will be proud of defeat!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhuo Fan turned around again and worked hard to refine his hands, which was such a difficult fifth-grade medicinal material for him. But looking at the Yidan cape behind him, everyone present was already in tears.

He is not only a wizard in the alchemy world, but also a hero who is determined to make alchemy and pursues his life.

Unlike the poisonous hand medicine king and the others, they intrigue in alchemy. In his heart, he can only refine the number one in the world. What a pure heart, what a broad mind.

"Master Song, you are so empty, please be respected by all of us!"

The alchemists who had been eliminated earlier saw that Zhuo Fan knew that he had been lost, and still insisted on refining, and felt respect. Especially those who had previously voluntarily abstained were even more embarrassed. The respect for Zhuo Fan is also more profound.

In the VIP seats on the east side, Huang Pu Qingyun and others laughed loudly. Even if he aroused the sympathy of so many people, in front of the seventh family, he would not be able to save his life.

Do these third-rate characters still dare to resist the seventh family headed by the emperor gate?

On the host stage, although Chu Qingcheng and the three of them knew it was fake, their pupils were already red. This sad and desolate figure of Zhuo Fan is really like a tragic hero, touching 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.

Looking at all this, Xie Tianyang curled his lips helplessly: "This kid is really good, and he is pretending to be coerced again. But he must not pretend to be too much like just now, and be overshadowed by others."

"Hehehe...this kid is very good, how can he eat the same loss twice?" Long Jiu shook his head noncommittal, and smiled, "From the perspective of the old man, this kid is suddenly uncharacteristic, there must be some purpose."

"What is the purpose?"

wiping the red eye circles, the nightshade sucked his nose fiercely: "This kid is too hateful. It either makes people angry or makes people cry."

Long Jiu was startled, a little puzzled: "Xiao Kui, didn't you have trouble with that kid, why would you still cry for him?"

The corners of the mouth can't help but flatten, and Solanum grumbling: "I'm really into the show!"

In spite of a staggering, Long Jiu, Xie Tianyang and the others looked at each other, they all gave a wry smile, helplessly wiping the cold sweat on their heads.

Oh, woman...

On the alchemy platform, all the medicinal materials in the hands of the poisonous hand medicine king have been refined, and they have even begun to merge. And for the other alchemists, more than half of the medicinal materials have been refined into liquid medicine.

But Zhuo Fan's medicinal materials are only refined and less than one-fifth.

Seeing this situation, the Poisonous Hand Potion King couldn’t help but sneered and said contemptuously: “Boy, it’s useless to clean up this kind of thing for private. Even if you encourage the following trash to save you, they don’t have this. Ability. When you step down from this alchemy platform, the old man will take your head openly."

"Oh? That's not necessarily!"

With a slight brow, Zhuo Fan looked at the unrefined medicinal materials in his hand and pinched fiercely, a decisive color flashed in his eyes: "A palm of the universe!"

Puff!

There was a muffled noise, and a light smoke slowly drifted out of his palm.

The poisonous hand medicine king's eyelids trembled unconsciously, and then he laughed out: "Hahaha...The flames are extinguished before the medicinal materials are refined, and it is only blame if you lose all the medicinal materials in one hand! It’s a good thing to lose. Is this your parting posthumous work?"

Didn't listen to his noise, Zhuo Fan's heart was tense, and the clenched fist that his pupils stared at tightly, slowly unfolded.

However, there is no pill, only ashes full of hands!

Failed!

Zuo Fan's heart sank, and he squinted at the Poisonous Hand Medicine King.

At this moment, all his liquid medicines have been fused, and he will soon take shape. If this continues, the third round of the Dan champion is none other than him.

Take a deep breath, a cold glow flashes in Zhuo Fan's eyes, and an evil arc of his mouth curls up.

The old immortal thing, you **** yin Lao Tzu just now, this time Lao Tzu will double it back to you...