Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

(These chapters are transitional chapters, and people don't like to skip them directly.)

Time passed slowly.

On the remaining thirty-odd stone platforms, everyone's faces were also solemn.

Some people's faces had gradually turned pale.

Obviously, this high-load consumption was really uncomfortable for them.

Bang!

A low explosion suddenly sounded from a stone platform somewhere.

Everyone's heart sank, and their eyes looked quickly.

Then they saw a middle-aged man staring at the medicine cauldron in front of him with a dull face.

Inside, there were faint chaotic energy fluctuations.

Obviously, at the last moment of refining, he failed to control it, resulting in some accidents.

"I" The middle-aged man stared at the medicine cauldron dully, and his eyes instantly turned blood red.

After nearly twenty days of hard work, at this last moment, it was completely unsuccessful.

More importantly, the Danhui was finished.

This kind of blow was really hard for him to bear.

Seeing this, everyone sighed in their hearts and felt sorry for this person.

Failure is not uncommon for alchemy. Most alchemists can generally have a success rate of about 30%, which is considered qualified.

But at this time, a small negligence and failure will completely lose the qualification to continue.

Some people are happy and some are sad. Some succeed, and naturally some fail.

In the following days, the remaining more than 30 people also succeeded in refining pills one after another.

Of course, there are also failures.

And these failed people, without exception, have become much more decadent.

It is conceivable that they have failed in public until now.

It is not even as good as those who succeeded in refining the sixth grade.

In the waiting of countless expectant eyes, another three days passed quietly.

In these three days, another ten people successfully refined pills.

Among them, the highest quality is a seventh-grade high-level pill.

As soon as this pill came out, it immediately triggered pill thunder. The continuous and undulating thunder sound made many people tremble with fear.

The person who successfully refined this pill was an old man with an old face. This person must have some reputation on the mainland and won a lot of cheers.

Of course, if someone succeeds, there will naturally be failures.

Within three days, ten people succeeded, but eight people failed.

In the end, in the eyes of many regrets, they chose to withdraw very unwillingly.

There was not enough time, not enough medicinal materials, and their own state did not allow it. There was no chance for them to try again.

With the success or failure of these eighteen people, there are only nineteen people left on the stone platform to continue refining pills.

The selection of time is the most accurate.

The nineteen people left now, just from the aura, are definitely not ordinary people.

One of them is a true eighth-grade medicine master.

This eighth-grade alchemy master was very low-key, and he had deliberately concealed his aura before, blending in with many contestants, and did not attract many people's attention for a while.

Now, with the drastic reduction in the number of contestants, everyone gradually noticed his existence.

This low-key eighth-grade alchemy master is a gray-haired old man with an old face like orange peel.

Obviously, this one is also a strong man of the older generation.

However, although he looks bad, his face is always full of gentle smiles, which makes people feel much more pleasing than that old man Mu Gu.

"I didn't expect that the old monster Qinghua is here too."

On the high platform, Xuan Kongzi and others looked at the gray-haired old man who finally appeared from the crowd, and were also slightly startled, and then looked at each other, feeling a little helpless.

The old guy doesn't talk about martial ethics.

"It's a pity that this old guy is really embarrassed." The cheongsam beauty said a little unhappily.

"This old guy's lifelong wish is to subdue a kind of strange fire. He and Yao Chen stayed in that ghost place for several years, but in the end, Yao Chen still outwitted him and got the Bone Spirit Cold Fire."

"Now that he has the opportunity to get the Three Thousand Flames, he will naturally come to try." The dark-skinned cold old man said.

Xuan Kongzi also shook his head helplessly, and then his eyes suddenly turned to a stone platform.

There, the old man Mu Gu, dressed in black, was concentrating on refining pills.

"Although this person's aura was deliberately hidden by him, and his appearance was also manipulated, it can be confirmed that it is Mu Gu without a doubt."

"Humph." The cheongsam beautiful woman frowned and snorted coldly.

"This old guy finally got involved with the Soul Palace, and this time he must have come for the Three Thousand Flames." Xuan Kongzi sighed.

"Just let him go like this?" The beautiful woman said unhappily.

"He came to participate in the competition according to the rules. Can't we drive him away for no reason?" Xuan Kongzi said helplessly.

The Alchemy Conference is open to all alchemists on the continent. Naturally, we cannot stop old man Mu Gu from participating just because he is from the Soul Palace.

If Danta really wants to target him in public, it will inevitably cause dissatisfaction from the Soul Palace, which will cause more trouble.

Moreover, doing so will also lose the fairness of the Alchemy Conference, which is also unacceptable to Danta.

"Forget it, since he follows the rules, let him go."

Above the blue sky, the wind howled.

The dark clouds had long dispersed, but the low sound of thunder, which came from nowhere, continued to echo in this world.

This strange scene surprised many people.

But some people with enough experience understood that these thunders did not come from the sky, but from the medicine cauldrons on the stone platforms.

It was caused by energy fluctuations.

Boom!

Suddenly, a low voice sounded.

Before everyone could shift their gaze, they felt that a majestic energy fluctuation suddenly burst out from a stone platform like lightning and rushed straight to the sky.

Along with this surge of energy, the dark clouds in the sky condensed in an instant, and countless silver snakes moved around.

"It's Song Qing!"

Under the dark clouds, Song Qing, who had been sitting cross-legged, stood up proudly at this moment, looking up at the thick dark clouds in the sky above his head with high spirits.

This is his masterpiece.

And the pill thunder that appeared this time was more violent than any previous time.

This was enough to make him proud.

"Looking at the size, it must be a seventh-grade peak pill. And looking at its appearance, it is even better than the seventh-grade peak pills that appeared before!"

Against the backdrop of thunder, Song Qing slowly raised his hand, and an unusually round pill was held high like a bright pearl.

At this moment, thunder roared in the sky.

Hearing the many exclamations mixed in the thunder, Song Qing's face slowly showed a wild smile.

Immediately, with a provocative look, he looked at the several magnificent stone platforms in the center of the square.

There, Wei Yang and his companions were.