Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

As the bell rings.

On the stone platform, all the candidates started refining medicine.

They all quickly placed their palms on the fire mouth of the medicine cauldron, and fighting energy surged out of their bodies. Suddenly, with a few muffled pops, flames quickly ignited in the medicine cauldron.

When the flames in the medicine cauldron burned, a transparent light curtain began to slowly rise on the outside of the stone platform.

The light curtain was in the shape of a semicircular bowl, turned upside down, enveloping all the candidates and the stone platform inside.

And with the opening of this layer of light curtain, the whispers in the hall became completely silent.

Everyone is carefully watching the movements of the candidates on the stone platform to see if their performance is qualified, whether their movements are standard, or whether they have good performance.

At a glance, these newcomers, without exception, all use Dou Qi flames, and the flames are light yellow in color.

And their strength is basically at the low to middle level of fighters.

With such strength, they usually still use fighting spirit flames, and few can conquer the beast fire.

Bear~

At this time, a powerful flame aura suddenly appeared, instantly attracting everyone's attention, and they looked over with shocked expressions.

It was a crimson flame that appeared in the palm of Xian'er's hand, and then she casually threw it into the medicine cauldron, and quickly started to burn.

The scorching temperature can still be clearly felt even through the medicine cauldron and the light curtain.

The temperature inside the hall also rose a lot in an instant.

In front of this crimson flame, the pale yellow flames of all the other candidates looked so weak, like candles in the wind, trembling, as if they would be extinguished at any time.

Wow~

Everyone was suddenly surprised and looked at the beautiful white-haired girl standing on the stone platform with shock on their faces.

"This kind of power is the fifth-level beast fire!" the fourth-grade alchemist old man Oba said with a serious expression.

As a fourth-level alchemist and a high-level combat master, he is currently using only fourth-level beast fire.

It's not that he can't afford the fifth-level beast fire, but that his own level of strength doesn't allow it.

After all, refining animal fire is also dangerous. Of course, it is incomparable to strange fire.

Generally, only alchemists at the fighting spirit level will refine fifth-level beast fire, which is more cost-effective. Some even still use fourth-level beast fire.

Everyone's faces became extremely serious.

After all, he can control fifth-level beast fire, and it seems quite easy.

One can imagine the strength of the other party...

Today, we might get fish fried.

…

Bear!

At this time.

Another powerful flame aura suddenly appeared.

Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted again, and then their expressions became completely dull.

That was Wei Yang, and a pure black flame appeared in his hand, exuding a rather strange aura. It seemed to be a fighting spirit flame, but it didn't quite look like it. It was said to be animal fire, and the aura was quite... eccentric.

He casually threw the pure black flame into the medicine cauldron and started burning.

The temperature in the hall suddenly rose a lot again.

On the surrounding stone platform, the six newcomers taking the assessment were almost crying.

Because their pale yellow flames are about to collapse.

At this rate, it would take the six of them a long time to refine medicine, even the step of Wen Ding.

"This kind of pure black flame, judging from its power, is at least fifth level! Is it animal fire?" The middle-aged man, a fourth-level alchemist, opened his mouth and asked.

"It doesn't look like animal fire, it seems to be a fighting spirit flame, but the breath is quite strange..." Old Oba, a fourth-level alchemist, swallowed with some difficulty and said.

"Fighting flames..." When the middle-aged man, a fourth-grade alchemist, heard this, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

With such a powerful fighting spirit flame, is the opponent the Fighting King? Or Dou Huang?

"Quick, come here, go to the door and bring in their registration information." Old man Oba, a fourth-grade alchemist, ordered in a low voice.

"Yes, Master Oba." A second-grade alchemist agreed and quickly ran towards the gate.

…

After a while, the medicine cauldron warmed up quickly.

Wei Yang glanced at the parchment, and then quickly passed over the three medicinal materials.

A thought came to my mind.

More than a dozen medicinal plants in each portion were suspended one after another, and then poured into the medicine cauldron like thousands of rivers flowing back.

This move made the eyes of everyone below widen.

The eyes of those candidates almost bulged out.

Bear~

As the medicinal materials entered the cauldron, pure black flames swarmed up and enveloped more than a dozen medicinal materials.

Chi chi chi~

The medicinal materials began to twist and deform rapidly.

Burn and refine.

Next door, Xian'er also warmed the medicine cauldron, and the seal in her hand changed.

Suddenly, the same scene happened again.

More than a dozen medicinal plants floated up one after another and were thrown into the medicine cauldron.

Crimson flames swept across...

Next, this assessment completely turned into a two-person show between Wei Yang and Xian'er.

Everyone's eyes, including the candidates, stopped and stared at the two of them refining the medicine.

The skillful and effortless movements and techniques made them forget everything else and become deeply immersed in it.

Wei Yang, in particular, looked like an art master carving a primary school student's toy.

The sense of randomness is like picking flowers and leaves at random.

It gives people a feeling that it turns out that refining medicine is as simple as picking a flower or leaf on the roadside.

They even have the illusion that they can do it even if they fuck me.

Some people's hands couldn't help but start to follow the movements, imitating Wei Yang's techniques.

But once you get started, you really understand how difficult it is to achieve this step.

Let alone refining medicine, they were far from able to even keep up with Wei Yang's movements.

The same goes for the two fourth-grade alchemists.

They couldn't help but look at each other, their eyes full of horror.

Those seemingly random and slow techniques are actually just afterimages left in the void after reaching the extreme speed.

The residual images of handprints that their eyes could see were actually visual residues.

In fact, Wei Yang's handprint has changed countless times.

A sophisticated alchemy technique, as well as the accompanying fire control technique, are unique to an alchemist. How could it be possible for outsiders to imitate it just by looking at it casually?

The more they watch and imitate, the more they will feel confused.

In my mind, vague handprints remained, which seemed extremely chaotic, but they seemed to be unable to be dispelled no matter what, and were deeply engraved in my mind.

However, his original medicine refining techniques and memories gradually became blurred and confused.

This discovery made everyone feel shocked. They even stopped imitating with horrified faces and quickly closed their eyes, not daring to look anymore.

If they continue reading, they are really afraid that they will completely forget the knowledge they have learned so hard and become obsessed with it.

"You can watch it if you want, but remember to do what you can. If you can't stand it anymore, don't force it, let alone deliberately imitate it. You can't imitate the master's technique. It's not at the same level as us!" The old man, a fourth-grade alchemist, said. Oppa reminded quickly.

But he himself was still staring at Wei Yang's movements, refusing to miss anything, but he also held his hands tightly together, not daring to imitate.

But look, you can still look at it.

He could barely understand a little bit.

The same was true for the middle-aged man who was a fourth-grade alchemist. His eyes were extremely hot and he looked at him in a state of intoxication.

Only the two fourth-grade alchemists present could barely understand a little bit.

And just this little bit is enough to benefit them a lot.

It's like a whole new world has been opened.

That layer of stubborn bottlenecks that have been troubled for so long seems to be showing signs of loosening slightly.

"Fifth grade, the peak of fifth grade? Or even sixth grade?! This is the master, the real master!"

The two of them murmured in their hearts, so excited that they almost couldn't help but cheer.