After 20 Years Of Silence, The Clone Is Now Invincible

Alchemist Guild.

Sixth Grade Alchemist Examination Field.

Heavenly Fire Saint came and went quickly, chatting with Yan Bufan for a while and then left.

"Let's meet." Yan Xitong came to Yan Bufan, with a bright smile on her face, stretched out her hand and said: "My name is Yan Xitong."

"Yan Bufan." Yan Bufan held Yan Xitong's jade hand and smiled slightly.

"Congratulations, extraordinary Great Master, from now on, you are a Sixth Grade Alchemist. If you have time, you must guide me more." Yan Xitong said with a playful smile.

Yan Bufan refused without hesitation: "No time!"

Yan Xitong was stunned. She never thought that someone would be willing to refuse such a beautiful woman like her.

Yan Xitong pouted and said: "Extraordinary Great Master, don't worry, it won't cost you a piece of meat if you give me guidance."

Yan Bufan said: "Call me extraordinary, extraordinary Great Master sounds weird."

Yan Xitong said with a giggle. "Okay, I'll call you Bufan, you can call me Xixi or Tongtong."

Yan Bufan said: "I'll call you Tongtong."

Yan Xitong smiled: "Okay!"

Yan Canglan walked over and asked with a smile: "Bufan, do you want to continue the assessment?"

Yan Bufan shook his head and said: "No, the soul consumes too much, let's take a day off."

Continuously refining pills has almost exhausted his soul power, and he has no power to refine Seventh Grade pills.

In addition, there are many materials missing for refining Seventh Grade pills, and even if he wants to refine them, he can't.

"Finally stopped, but I'm scared to death. If you continue the assessment, I'm afraid I will have to call you a Great Master." Yan Xingyu said with a teasing smile.

He is only a Sixth Grade Alchemist. If Yan Bufan becomes a Seventh Grade Alchemist, he really has to call Yan Bufan a Great Master.

"Haha, I thought your soul was made of iron. You didn't need to rest after refining the elixir for such a long time?" Yan Canglan laughed, feeling slightly relieved.

If Yan Bufan really became a Seventh Grade Alchemist, wouldn't he be able to stand on equal footing with these old guys?

Although he was very happy to see it, he was still somewhat unbalanced in his heart. In order to become a Seventh Grade Alchemist, he spent hundreds of years.

As a result, a little brat only took 22 years to become a Seventh Grade Alchemist. Isn't it infuriating?

Everyone laughed, and none of them heard the implication of Yan Bufan's words, and no one would think about it in that way.

After all, a 22-year-old Sixth Grade Alchemist is already extremely powerful. As for the Seventh Grade, no one would have thought of it, and no one dared to think of it.

...

The next day.

After breakfast, Yan Bufan went to Qingyan Holy Academy under the enthusiastic leadership of Yan Xitong.

Qingyan Holy Academy covers a large area, and the internal competition is extremely fierce.

There are four courtyards, namely the East Courtyard, the South Courtyard, the West Courtyard, and the North Courtyard.

Originally, Yan Bufan was still thinking about how to stir up trouble in the Qingyan Holy Courtyard and attract the attention of the old monsters.

As a result, he didn't expect that today was the day when the Qingyan Holy Courtyard recruited disciples every two years. The four courts together recruited a total of 1,000 people.

Qingyan Holy Courtyard, the entrance of the East Courtyard.

At this moment, the entrance was already crowded with Qingyan disciples who came from all over the place and wanted to be admitted to the Holy Courtyard.

Once you enter the Holy Courtyard, you will have unlimited possibilities and a promising future.

"Okay, we're here. I won't accompany you. Let's go in first." Yan Xitong smiled and waved.

"Okay, thank you!" Yan Bufan nodded slightly.

...

Not long after, Yan Bufan came to the registration office and signed up.

Then, after a bone age test, he successfully entered the Qingyan Holy Courtyard.

Following the crowd, he soon came to a huge square.

Yan Bufan looked up and saw two huge gray stone tablets standing in the center of the square.

Except for the front, the rest of the stone tablet is covered with flames, which looks extremely magical.

Flame-testing tablet!

As the name suggests, it is a stone tablet for testing the level of flames.

As long as the person testing puts his hand on it and stimulates the flame power in his body, he can immediately detect the number and level of the flames contained.

Of course, this flame-testing tablet is not omnipotent.

It can only detect up to three flames at a time, and the highest level of the flames it can measure is Grade Eight.

"Yan Qingyao."

"Number of flames: one."

"Flame level: Third Grade."

"Unqualified."

...

"Li Yang."

"Number of flames: one."

"Flame level: Fifth Grade."

"Passed."

...

"Yan Peng."

"Number of flames: two."

"Flame levels are Fourth Grade and Sixth Grade respectively."

"Passed."

...

"Zhao Yunyun."

"Number of flames: one."

"Flame level: Fourth Grade."

"Unqualified."

...

In fact, when Yan Bufan tested his bone age, the assessment had already officially begun.

When he came here, Yan Xitong had already told him that if he wanted to enter Qingyan Shengyuan, he needed to pass three assessments.

The first assessment: age.

Those over the age of 25 will not be accepted.

The second assessment: flame level.

Those with a flame level lower than Fifth Grade will not be accepted.

But those who pass the assessment will be issued with disciple tokens of different colors according to their flame Talent.

Black tokens represent outer courtyard disciples.

White tokens represent inner courtyard disciples.

Gold tokens represent core disciples.

The three colors of tokens add up to a total of 250 pieces.

Black tokens are 200 pieces.

White tokens are 40 pieces.

Ten golden tokens.

This is the case for the four courtyards of East, South, West, and North.

Of course, most qualified people cannot get tokens. Only those with outstanding Flame Talent can get tokens and step into the Qingyan Holy Court.

The third test: Token competition, ring battle.

This is the most important test. As long as you still have a token in your hand after the ring battle, you can become a disciple of the Qingyan Holy Court.

…

Just as Yan Bufan was staring at the flame-testing monument, a man of about the same age as him came up and said with a smile: "Brother, let me introduce myself. My name is Yan Fei."

Yan Bufan glanced at Yan Fei and did not respond.

But Yan Fei was obviously not a man who gave up easily. He continued to ask: "Brother, how many times have you taken the test? This is my third time, and I was just a little bit away from passing each time."

In Yan Fei's view, Yan Bufan was about the same age as himself, and he must have failed many times like him.

Three times?

Hearing this, Yan Bufan couldn't help but laugh, and he said: "This is my first time here."

"First time here?" Yan Fei was stunned, with a look of doubt on his face.

"Brother..."

"My name is Yan Bufan."

Yan Fei grinned and said: "Brother Bufan, since this is your first time here, can I ask you what grade your flame is? Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't tell me."

"Eight Grade." Yan Bufan didn't hide it, because everyone would know it later.

"Eight Grade?" Yan Fei heard this and immediately widened his eyes, his voice became sharp, attracting countless eyes.

"Sorry, I'm bothering you." Yan Fei smiled bitterly. He originally wanted to find a child with similar flame Talent to himself, and he met a genius. It was really amazing.

"Eight Grade? You can brag, I'm still Ninth Grade." An ordinary-looking young man next to Yan Fei spoke up, with a look of disbelief on his face.

The people around him heard this and nodded in agreement.