The miracle doctor comes down the mountain: The beautiful CEO wants to support me

There was another commotion in the crowd, and Mo Qiu came slowly, surrounded by the elders of the Mo family.

Strong men from some forces came to greet them one after another.

Mo Qiu responded one by one, showing his bossy demeanor all the way.

"Mr. Xiao, Miss Ji."

Mo Qiu came up to Xiao Yi and his group and greeted them politely.

"Young Master Mo."

Xiao Yi and others also responded.

No one thought much about the greetings between the two sides.

Apart from Ji Yue and a few others, no one else knew the relationship between Xiao Yi and Mo Qiu.

Just as Mo Qiu was about to leave, his eyes suddenly fell on Yuan Wenbin.

"Next time, don't let anyone use your name casually."

Mo Qiu lowered his voice and glanced at Xiao Yi again after he finished speaking.

Yuan Wenbin was stunned and smiled awkwardly. The question was, although he could stop others, could he stop Xiao Yi?

Xiao Yi remained silent, pretending not to hear.

Soon, Mo Qiu stepped onto the main stage. The scene became quiet and everyone’s eyes were on him.

"Everyone, welcome to White Dragon Island."

Mo Qiu looked around the place. This was the first "grand event" on White Dragon Island since his father went into seclusion.

He said some polite words and also spoke a lot on behalf of his father.

This scene inevitably made Mo Lang feel a little jealous, and he secretly competed with Mo Qiu.

As long as he waits for this competition to be over and defeats Xiao Yi, he will surely gain more support from the Mohist School!

After Mo Qiu finished speaking, an old man came to the stage and invited the Mo family, the Ji family, and several other respected elders who would serve as judges to the stage.

Then, Xiao Yi and Mo Lang also jumped onto the stage.

"In this competition, the elixir to be refined is the Seven-Patterned Qingyang Pill, and the competition is between the best of three..."

The old man announced the rules of the game, etc.

"Best of three? Too slow."

Xiao Yi shook his head.

"Mr. Mo, how about we play a round to decide the winner?"

"Okay! Then I'll grant your wish to die. Let alone the third game, I don't think you can even make it through the second game. There's really no point in winning two out of three games."

Molang taunted.

"Let me let you be arrogant for a while."

Xiao Yi didn't take Mo Lang's words to heart.

The old man exchanged ideas with Mo Qiu and several elders for a while, then came back and announced loudly the rules for deciding the outcome of the game.

There was obvious restlessness among the crowd.

Although Xiao Yi's reputation is far better than Mo Lang, that is after all the strength of ancient martial arts, and has no absolute direct connection with alchemy.

Besides, they also heard that Xiao Yi had just learned alchemy in Yaoshen Valley for a few days, so how could he have the confidence to challenge Mo Lang?

"Xiao Yi, seeing that you are so confident, how about we increase the difficulty?"

Mo Lang made the suggestion, having already made the plan in mind.

"How to add it?"

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The seven-pattern Qingyang Pill is not challenging at all, it's better to go for the eight-pattern one."

Mo Lang said.

"Of course, I know your alchemy skills are limited. If you are afraid of death, just ignore what I said."

Eight-patterned Qingyang Pill?

The expressions of many powerful people who understand elixirs changed slightly. That was an elixir that only a sixth-grade alchemy master could refine. Wasn't Mo Lang a fifth-grade one?

Could it be that Mo Lang has now reached the level of a sixth-grade alchemy master?

On the other hand, no one knows Xiao Yi's alchemy skills.

Ji Yue and Ye Yuan looked a little unhappy. It was obvious that Mo Lang had ulterior motives and wanted to force Xiao Yi to compromise!

Ji Yue gave Xiao Yi a look and shook her head slightly.

This is not alchemy, this is an opportunity to kill Xiao Yi!

No matter how powerful Xiao Yi is, if he fails in refining the elixir, he will definitely suffer a huge backlash and the consequences will be disastrous!

"Eight lines..."

Xiao Yi was a little hesitant, and naturally understood what Ji Yue's eyes meant.

"Why, are you scared? Well, I..."

Mo Lang sneered.

"The highest grade of Qingyang Pill is Nine-patterned, right?"

Xiao Yi interrupted.

"Exactly."

Mo Lang nodded, somewhat confused about what Xiao Yi meant.

"In that case, why not just refine the Nine-Patterned Qingyang Pill directly? How about that?"

Xiao Yi spoke again, calmly.

His light words made the whole audience explode.

Oh my god, this is a bit exaggerated, right?

Nine-patterned Qingyang Pill? What a joke.

That is a level that is difficult for an ordinary sixth-grade alchemy master to reach, and it comes with great risks.

Why does Xiao Yi do that?

"you!"

Mo Lang frowned. Nine lines? Is this guy serious? Does he know what he is talking about?

"I'm not kidding you."

Xiao Yi said.

Ji Yue and others were all shocked. What was this doing? Why did they increase the difficulty themselves?

Mo Qiu also frowned. Where did Xiao Yi get the confidence from?

Even he had only just mastered the art of refining the Nine-Patterned Qingyang Pill a while ago. What on earth was Xiao Yi up to?

"Xiao Yi, it seems that you are really looking for death. Are you trying to scam my Mo family?"

Mo Lang pretended to be calm, but he was actually a little scared.

He can still challenge the Eight-Patterned Qingyang Pill. Even if he fails, he is confident that he can reduce the risk and minimize the backlash.

Nine patterns, that was something he didn’t even dare to think about!

"Then let's sign a life and death agreement. Life or death is entirely up to fate. This is fine."

Xiao Yi was indifferent.

In fact, he was not 100% confident and relied more on the Shennong Ding.

"Mr. Xiao, in my opinion, we should go with the Eight-Patterned Qingyang Pill."

Just then, Mo Qiu spoke.

Of course, what he was worried about was not that something would happen to Mo Lang and Xiao Yi, but that the situation would get out of control and end badly.

"I envy you, Mr. Mo, you really have a good brother."

Xiao Yi said something with a hidden meaning.

"Just compare it according to the Nine-Pattern Qingyang Pill!"

Mo Lang gritted his teeth. In such a short while, his elder brother had attracted a lot of attention, so he was naturally unwilling to accept it.

"Young Master Mo!"

An elder of the Mohist School couldn't help but remind them that this was no joke and could even be life-threatening!

Mo Lang raised his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet.

"Xiao Yi, you proposed this yourself!"

Mo Lang agreed, firstly because he didn't want Mo Qiu to laugh at him, and secondly, he felt that Xiao Yi did it on purpose.

Perhaps, if he could make timely adjustments when Xiao Yi was defeated, he would be able to avoid risks.

In fact, in this alchemy competition, in addition to defeating Xiao Yi, he also wanted to take the opportunity to announce that he had reached the level of a sixth-grade alchemy master.

But right now, the situation seems a little unclear...

"I will accept the loss if I lose the bet. Life and death are determined by fate!"

Xiao Yi remained calm.

"it is good!"

Mo Lang made up his mind and agreed.

"Before the competition, let's set a bet."

Xiao Yi spoke again.

"What do you want to bet on?"

After Mo Lang asked this question, he suddenly thought of something.

"You should be able to guess it, Tian Yuanzi!"

"impossible!"

Mo Lang refused directly.

"What, are you afraid of losing?"

"Xiao Yi, don't provoke me. Let's not talk about the fact that Tian Yuan Zi is the most precious treasure of my White Dragon Island. Even if it's not, you can never get it."

Mo Lang vetoed.

Of course he understood that Xiao Yi did this for Ye Yuan, so how could he agree?

"Mr. Mo, how is it?"

Xiao Yi ignored Mo Lang and looked at Mo Qiu.

"What if you lose?"

Mo Qiu asked back.

"I won't lose!"

Xiao Yi shook his head.

“Hahaha…how arrogant!”

Mo Lang's laughter was extremely harsh.

"If Xiao Yi loses, Yaoshen Valley is willing to give Bailong Island a pill formula worth twice the value of Tianyuanzi!"

Ji Yue spoke.

"Okay! Miss Ji is straightforward, so it's settled then!"

Mo Qiu agreed.

"Big brother!"

Mo Lang's face changed slightly and he couldn't help but shout.

"Second brother, whether you can win the recipe of Medicine God Valley depends on you!"

Mo Qiu said with a smile.

Mo Lang frowned, but then he thought again, this might not be a bad thing, because... he would never lose!