The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 142: Yi fart surprised medicine king
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Since you can't stop him, then drag him to death! This is Zhuo Fan's plan for the third round of Dan competition, after he knew the rules from the beginning.
Anyway, this time the comparison is about speed, as long as the old guy's alchemy speed is slowed down, it will be difficult for him even if he wants to be shortlisted.
Yinyin smiled, and Zhuo Fan looked at the old man again. But since the Poisonous Hand Medicine King has understood his tricks, how can he be fooled again?
At this moment, he is speeding up, racing against time to refine alchemy. However, he deserves to be the No. 1 Poisonous Medicine King in Tianyu, and he concentrates his mind. The alchemy speed is almost as fast as a white horse. It only takes a few breaths to refine all the remaining medicinal materials into liquid medicine.
Next, it is condensed into a pill shape.
The brow couldn't help but Zhuo Fan didn't worry at all. Some things, even if people know that they are wrong, they still can't control themselves and they just want to do it. Just because of this matter, they are interested, and Poisonous Medicine King is no exception.
"Cough cough cough..." With a light cough, he cleared his throat, and Zhuo Fan said lightly: "Old Yan, I think you are a material for alchemy, so I will tell you that I am in the second round of refining. When making medicinal materials, use the trick of using the nine-day dragon claws."
Can’t help but **** up his ears. Although he clearly knows that this is Zhuo Fan’s conspiracy, he also understands that Zhuo Fan’s so-called tricks are absolutely false, but as an alchemist, he has seen so strange After his alchemy techniques, he still couldn't help but explore it.
In this way, the prototype of the pill that could be condensed in the next moment, but it stopped in an instant. His speed was actually dragged by Zhuo Fan again.
He laughed dumbly in his heart, but Zhuo Fan still maintained a serious look: "Well, this nine-day dragon chanting claws, as the name suggests, there is a dragon character in it, and there is a claw character in it, naturally you have to palm your hand first Bent into a dragon-claw shape..."
Aren't you all **** bullshit!
The Conspiracy of the Poisonous Hand Potion King against Zhuo Fan is like Ming Jing, and he definitely doesn't want to listen to his nonsense. However, I just can't control my ears.
As long as he heard a topic about the secret technique of alchemy, he couldn't help stopping, wanting to listen carefully. But when it reached his ears, it was still Zhuo Fan's unpleasant clichés, a basket of nonsense.
Because of this, he was almost crying, wishing to cut off his two unsuspecting ears.
There was no way, he had to look at Xiaoya on the showcase, and like a child complaining, he made a small report: "Judgment, this kid has been obstructing the old man's alchemy!"
"What, Master Song hindered your alchemy? How did he hinder?" Xiaoya was taken aback and asked in confusion.
The cheeks turned red involuntarily, and the poisonous hand medicine king groaned for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "This kid has been babbling in the ears of the old man, making the old man uneasy!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole field fell silent for an instant, and then, suddenly burst into a roar of laughter!
As an alchemist, the most important thing is your state of mind. You can't make alchemy after a few words, so what kind of alchemist? Can this be the first alchemist of Tianyu?
Everyone present curled their lips in disdain, and their gazes at the Poisonous Medicine King were full of ridicule. This has never happened before.
But where did they know that what Zhuo Fan said was directed at the strongest desire in his heart. Even if he didn't want to listen, he couldn't control his two ears.
Don't say it's the poisonous medicine king, it's the same for everyone.
And listening to the people's wild laughter, the cheeks of the Poisonous Hand Medicine King couldn't help but become even more flushed. At this time, he was completely ashamed of his old face.
Xiaoya squeezed her face unconsciously, a little bit dumbfounded: "Old Yan, you are not a kid. Do you want to complain to me about this little thing?"
"Yes, I just chat with him to improve the relationship, what can I tell you?" Zhuo Fan didn't think it was a big deal, and he still gagped around.
This can't help but cause everyone to burst into laughter!
After taking a few deep breaths, the anger in my heart calmed down, and the poisonous medicine king shouted to Xiaoya: "Little girl, as a judge, do you care about this matter? Or else, the old man will take care of it himself. Throw this kid out!"
"Okay, OK, can't I control it?" Xiaoya shook her head helplessly, looked at Zhuo Fan, and smiled apologetically: "Master Song, please understand the strict old man's habit of alchemy. Don't talk anymore, otherwise Would you please take a break at the VIP table first?"
The brow couldn't help but Zhuo Fan couldn't help but curl his lips: "Okay, I'll give you face, let's not talk about it!"
As soon as the voice fell, Zhuo Fan really closed his mouth and said no more words. Suddenly, the poisonous hand medicine king felt that the whole world was quiet. Looking at those other people, most of them had reached the point of becoming a pill, but he had not even made the prototype of the pill.
So he hurriedly stepped up and gathered all the liquid medicine together into a pill shape.
"The five-grade pill was successfully refined!"
There was another loud shout, and another person completed the refining. So far, seven people have entered the Dan King finals.
The poisonous hand medicine king wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and his heart was very anxious. However, he was still a little worried, afraid that this kid would make any tricks to make trouble.
So, apart from refining alchemy, he was still distracted to observe Zhuo Fan's every move. However, at this time Zhuo Fan seemed to be quite well-behaved, he never said a word, didn't even look at him, as if he had already given up his plan to obstruct him.
Huh, this kid must be pretending again! Before the old man had been fooled by him, he would have the opportunity to take advantage of it. This time the old man must be more cautious. The more indifferent this kid is, the more likely he is to look for the old man's negligence and want to repeat his tricks!
With his eyes narrowed slightly, the Poisonous Hand Medicine King sneered in his heart, while the string in his heart kept taut.
My old man, I won't be fooled for the second time!
"Judgment, I am finished!"
There was another shout, and the eighth person was shortlisted.
The Poisonous Hand Medicine King took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm, the flame in his hand was still steady. The more at this time, the more you have to keep calm.
Seeing that the pill in his hand has completely turned into a pill shape, the poisonous hand pill king gritted his teeth and raised his spirits. This has reached the most critical time, and you can never lose out.
Squinting eyes from time to time to Zhuo Fan, who is still motionless, the Poisonous Hand Medicine King carefully refines the pill in his hand.
Soon, he came to the last step, and it was only after this last violent fire that he completely condensed the pill and turned it into a spiritual pill, and he was done.
But this seems to have returned to the moment when he was destroyed by Zhuo Fan's first sneeze, so he became extremely cautious. He must not be defeated twice in the same place.
The eye pupils of Poisonous Hand Potion King condensed, and he suddenly shouted in his heart, and the flame in his hand suddenly strengthened.
However, at this moment, a sound like a nightmare sounded again.
Ahee!
It was the sneeze again, and the poisonous hand medicine king couldn't help but shake his heart. He hurriedly flicked his sleeves, protected the flame, turned his back and turned his back to Zhuo Fan.
However, this shock made his mind tremble uncontrollably, and the flame in his hand also quivered. Fortunately, he was a master of alchemy for many years and had rich experience, so he hurriedly stabilized his state of mind. He didn't make the pill again at this crucial step.
He let out a long breath, and the poisonous hand medicine king wiped his forehead with cold sweat, then turned his head and glanced at Zhuo Fan.
But instead of sneezing in his direction, he rubbed his nose, as if nothing happened.
It seems that he also noticed the old guy's gaze. Zhuo Fan turned his head to look, raised his brows, and cursed: "Look at me, I didn't say anything to disturb you!"
The lips were pursed for a long while, and the poisonous hand medicine king was angry, but he couldn't tell for a long time. You didn't make a sound to disturb the old man, but standing here is the biggest interference to the old man.
At this moment, the Poisonous Medicine King felt extremely tired. This is not physical strain or exhaustion. He has traveled across the continent for so many years, and has never had such a tired moment.
Who can stand such a high level of tension for a long time while practicing alchemy?
In this regard, he really had to write a word for Zhuo Fan. Over the past few decades, Zhuo Fan is truly the number one player who can force Wang Yansong, his poisonous hand medicine, to this point.
I also seemed to see the embarrassment of Master, that Yan Fu was already dumbfounded. He had never seen a master who had always been ruthless and cruel, was so hard to advance or retreat.
Looking at the first person again, Zhuo Fan, who always had an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth, had a chill in his heart for no reason.
Tao Danniang couldn't express her joy when she saw Yan Song deflated. Chu Qingcheng looked at that, Zhuo Fan, who could easily play Yan Song between applause, was full of love in his eyes.
The people on the main stage are already laughing.
This Yan Song was the poisonous medicine king who made the seventh family jealous anyway, but today it is in the hands of a fledgling kid who repeatedly stumbles on his head, which is really pleasing.
But everyone also knows that this kid is not an ordinary person. If you replace them, it is estimated that he will be even more miserable.
The poisonous hand medicine king is against the demon Zhuo Fan, after all, this medicine king is no match for the devil. They can only sigh, Yan Song, this is a wicked person's own affliction. To deal with a wicked person like him, only Zhuo Fan, a demon who is a hundred times more evil than him, can do it.
At this moment, only Emperor Pu Qingyun among the VIP seats on the east side were waiting, looking at the terrified and trembling look of the Poisonous Medicine King, extremely anxious.
If this old boy loses, it will be difficult to get the bodhi roots!
Taking a deep breath, the Poisonous Hand Medicine King looked at the pill that was just the last step in his hand, trying to calm himself down.
He understands the thoughts of all parties, so, like Zhuo Fan, he must not lose.
Zhuo Fan loses, he wants to offer his head and hands. If he loses, not only will his reputation be ruined, but how can the emperor's gate spare him?
Thinking of this, the eyes of Poisonous Potion King condensed, and the flame in his hand suddenly increased. And that dripping pill, also burst into a strange brilliance in the intense flame.
The Poisonous Hand Medicine King's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly with hope.
Finally, it's about to be completed, and this exhausting refining can finally be ended. This time, alchemy is really **** tired...
Touch!
Suddenly, a loud noise resounded in the ears of Poisonous Hand Medicine King. The poisonous hand medicine king was startled, the flame in his hand trembled suddenly, and then exploded with a loud boom.
The poisonous hand medicine king didn't pay attention, and his beard and eyebrows were scorched again. And the spirit pill that was about to be born also turned into ashes at this moment!
The poisonous hand medicine king was startled unconsciously, stiffened, twisted his head again, and looked at where the sound was made. There, Zhuo Fan scratched his head embarrassedly, and smiled: "Hehehe...Sorry, I just didn't hold it back. I fart, isn't it too loud?"
His!
The poisonous hand medicine king's body shook violently, looking at Zhuo Fan's smiling face, his black beard and eyebrows were flying in the wind, but he was so angry that he couldn't even say a word...