The eldest brother is in love, there is no cure

The alchemist had an extremely keen sense of smell. He Song squinted his eyes and found that the smell of the pills refined by the other party was not a problem at all.

He began to become alert.

Could it be that this person is pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?

But it was useless to be vigilant at this time, the pill had already been formed, and the next thing to do was to compare numbers.

He Song is very confident in his talent for alchemy. At least for now, no one in Nanzhou can make more pills than him.

Even if the other party is really a genius in alchemy and the pills he refines are of high quality, what they are competing for this time is the number of pills, not the quality of the pills.

Thinking of this, He Song felt that his vigilance was unnecessary.

"It's time to lift the lid!"

"Yes! One is the alchemy genius of Xuantian Sect, and the other is the alchemy genius of Dan Pavilion. I don't know who is more talented."

"I think He Song has a high chance of winning. After all, his strength is there."

“It’s so exciting!”

Jun Lanyue watched quietly, holding a candied haws in her hand and taking a nibble from time to time.

[Although I said before that Second Brother and I have a telepathic connection, it was actually just my imagination, haha. Maybe Second Brother is not playing badly but pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger? But no matter which one it is, my dear Second Brother is awesome! Comparing alchemy with my Second Brother is simply overestimating one's own abilities. ]

Pei Yan: This turning point...

Song Qiguang: Oh! Second Brother was praised by Junior Sister again. Can you not be so proud?

Rong Jue: I don’t want to talk at all.

Glancing at Pei Yan with pride, He Song waved his hand and lifted the lid of the medicine cauldron.

The milky white pills, each the size of a soybean, shiny and round, emerged lively from the medicine cauldron.

The pill was supported by a layer of spiritual power, as if floating in the clouds.

"I declare He Song the winner!"

"Isn't it? The winner is obvious."

"I estimate that the number of finished pills is more than 50! Moreover, the color is so good, and the shape is round. With such quality, and each one is like this, it's hard to lose, okay?"

[Don't get excited, my dear second brother's elixir hasn't come out yet, I'm afraid it will blind your eyes! ]

Amid the praises from the crowd, He Song suppressed his inner pride and looked like he was sure of victory.

"68 pills! He Song's talent for alchemy has improved again! It's so powerful!"

"Didn't they say his highest record was 50? It's only been a short time, and he broke the record so quickly. I can call him a peerless genius!"

"Last year, Dan Pavilion lost miserably when it participated in the sect competition. I'm afraid we'll lose again this year!"

"..."

The onlookers didn't even know how to lower their voices, and they became more and more excited as they talked.

He Song looked at Pei Yan and found that he did not look annoyed from beginning to end, which made him even more upset.

I don't know what I'm so calm about.

If there was a younger alchemist in Nanzhou who was more capable than him, he would have been famous long ago.

"Dan Pavilion, quickly lift the lid and let us see! What are you waiting for?"

"That's right. We are the referees. How can we decide the winner if we are not shown the result?"

"Could it be that you know what's going on and are afraid of being embarrassed?"

No one knew who said this, but as soon as he said it, many people quickly followed suit.

In the eyes of those people, He Song was already the winner.

Pei Yan curled his lips under the mask, and his handsome hand covered the lid of the medicine cauldron and gently picked it up.

Then, pills floated out of the medicine cauldron.

Both the color and shape are exactly the same as those refined by He Song.

Looking at the pills floating out of the medicine cauldron one after another, He Song slowly began to panic.

The moment the pills floated up, many people present began to count them.

"One, two, three, four, five..."

"Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty..."

"Forty-six, forty-seven..."

The number kept increasing, and pills kept floating up in the medicine cauldron. He Song's face turned completely bad.

But after a while, the number reached nearly sixty-eight.

Beads of sweat were already oozing out of his forehead.

"No way? You're really a genius?"

"Where on earth did this person come from? I have never heard of such a powerful young alchemist in Nanzhou."

"Could it be that some old fellow from Dan Pavilion is pretending to be him? Just to regain the face he lost last year???"

"Although this is possible, it's a sect competition. There will be so many big guys there, they will definitely find out something."

"Then there is only one other possibility. This person is from Dongzhou. He is the foreign aid that Dan Pavilion invited from Dongzhou."

"If your guess is true, then Xuantian Sect will be embarrassed this time."

Whispering began to spread one-sidedly, and He Song's expression changed several times in a short period of time.

The number of pills the other party had produced exceeded his. His head was buzzing and his face turned the color of liver.

"Why are those people who just believed that He Song would win silent now? Are you born not talkative?"

"Not only is the number of pills he has made higher than He Song's, but his medicine cauldron is also a broken piece. Isn't that infuriating?"

"What's even more infuriating is that He Song only produced 68 pills with the strange fire he used to refine pills, while the people at the Dan Pavilion produced more pills with their garbage fire-attributed power."

"I think we don't need to participate in the sect competition anymore. Dan Pavilion has also regained the face it lost last year."

In the inn, everyone in the Dan Pavilion had a very relaxed look on their faces, they were simply having a great time.

They didn't know where the young man came from, but he was definitely the treasure of their Dan Pavilion.

He Song had begun to feel his breathing becoming difficult, and looking at the more than a hundred pills still coming out, he wished there was a pill of regret in the world.

After losing such a big person, the master will definitely punish him when he returns.

It would be fine if he was punished by the master, but what he was most afraid of was the senior sister. After what happened last time, the senior sister obviously didn't like him very much anymore.

Damn Dan Pavilion!

After a while, there was finally no movement from Pei Yan.

When everyone counted, they found that the number of pills he had refined was actually 128!

"you lose."

His voice was indifferent, without any trace of arrogance as if he had won.

He Song's hands under his sleeves were clenched into fists, making crackling sounds.

Although I don't want to admit it, I did lose.

【You killed people and destroyed their hearts, Second Brother.】

Although his second senior brother did not do what he imagined, Jun Lanyue was still very happy with the result.

[Seeing He Song looking like he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, I'm afraid his Taoism has started to become problematic, haha! ]

Pei Yan: Junior sister, don’t be so happy yet. Second brother has prepared something more fun that will make you even happier.

He Song gritted his teeth and was about to admit defeat when he heard a loud "bang"!

A small mushroom cloud rose into the air in front of him, and many people were frightened by the sudden noise.