Titan and Dragon King

"Annz, the Golden Dragon Cup combat competition has begun to register, when shall we go?"

The boy Yaheng rested his hands behind his head, lying on a blood-stained metal dissecting table, and looked bored at the young boy Anz who was debugging the potion.

"The registration period is one month, and it is only three days now. What are you anxious for?" Anthony Anz, who was concentrating on the formulation of the medicament that he had deduced, and put the alchemy material into the crucible, answered without looking up. .

"Report your name early and finish it sooner, so you have to wait until I get bored."

"The martial arts competition held by Grand Duke Jinlong has no restrictions other than age, plus the generous rewards of the competition, as long as people of sufficient age will participate in the registration.

Registration has just begun, and there will definitely be more people than we think. So we wait for a few days before we go and sign up now, it is simply a waste of time. "

"But I have already seen the registration site. As you estimate, there are so many people and heads are everywhere." Speaking of this, the youth Yaheng's face showed excitement, "I have never seen anything like this when I grew up. Crowds of people. "

"Oh." Anz responded very coldly.

"But Anz, you are probably wrong. After the registration started, more and more people want to participate in the martial arts competition, there is no sign of a decrease at all."

"Oh, normal."

"Annz, in fact, the registration progress is very slow. It only takes a lot of time to detect the age alone. There are many uncles and aunts over 30 years old who want to mix in, and lie about their age and want to mix low Age group waste of competition. "

Speaking of which, remembering that he saw something uncommon, Yaheng sat up from the **** metal dissection table with a hint of surprise:

"Annz, do you know what I saw at the place where I registered? Someone is holding a child who has just learned to walk to sign up. This is crazy, such a small child can neither be angry nor cast, What can you do? "

"Sufficient enough, human beings can do everything." After hearing Yaheng's description, Anzi's action of putting in a potion was a little, and he said what he saw in a book left by a sage. .

"Then what? What about the kingdom? You can't just let those who are blinded by their interests qualify for registration."

"Children who have not cultivated their fighting spirit or mental strength are not allowed to enter the registration venue and disrupt the registration order." Yaheng scratched his head, with some emotion, "But even with this new restriction, there are still many children who are eligible to participate in the competition , There are too many geniuses in our generation. "

"Genius?" Anz, who was preparing a medicament, shook his head when he heard the words. "Same effort. When a small group of people achieve better results than a large number of people, that group of people can be called geniuses. But when everyone has achieved the same results, what kind of genius is considered, just ordinary people. "

"So, Anz you are able to dispense bronze medicaments when you are ten years old, and golden medicaments when you are eighteen years old are not considered geniuses?" Yaheng asked with a laugh after hearing Anz's words.

"Fifty years ago, I could be regarded as a slightly talented pharmacist, and now I am just an ordinary little pharmacist."

"Ha?" After hearing his own hair being so humble, the young Yaheng grew his mouth a bit stupid. "Well, by your standards, am I not just a very ordinary silver warrior?"

"Well, otherwise." Anz looked up at the teenager who sat on the metal dissection table with a look of dissatisfaction. "At the age of sixteen, he broke through to the top of the fifth-tier silver. It was really amazing thirty years ago.

But for now, just a small town like the one in the province of Imbeck, we have several teenagers with the same strength as you.

This is still well-known, and if you add incognito people who are unwilling to show up, the number will only be a lot.

And this is just our small city. If the scope is expanded to the whole province, how many young people like you will have? Extend the scope a little bit, to the whole country? How much?

One thing is for sure, there are definitely guys younger and stronger than you, but there will be no fewer. Therefore, you are just an ordinary teenager, and you are not a genius. "

"I ..." Ya Heng opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but found no reason. Even he felt that Anz made a lot of sense, because there are indeed too many geniuses now, and it is too much to use geniuses. These two words come to address their point.

"I'm just trying to achieve higher achievements in the future, only in the realm of suppression. As long as I think, I can break through to the gold level at any time. Those guys in our city are definitely not my opponents."

"Do you think you are suppressing it alone?" Anzi asked.

"..." Yaheng was speechless, trying to change the subject. "Anz, we have not seen a decrease in the number of registrations for the competition, but there are very few people registered for your pharmacist competition."

"Bang!" As soon as the voice fell, a multi-colored smoke rose from the crucible in front of Anz, while a strange strange fragrance permeated.

Seeing that his potion had not been refined, Anzi's face tossing out a poisonous gas remained unchanged. After exhausting the poisonous gas through the ventilation array set in advance, he turned and looked at Yaheng, "Let's go!"

"Where?"

"Of course, go to the registration and prepare to participate in the national pharmacist competition, don't you say that there are very few pharmacists participating now?"

"..."

... Pharmacist Registration Office ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Didn't you read the notice? Grand Duke Muria has ordered that only pharmacists under the age of 30 can participate in the registration. Master, now you say that you are also 50 or 60 years old. "

When Anzi and Yaheng came to the registration office of the pharmacist competition, the official in charge of the registration looked at Anzi wearing a pharmacist's robe with irony.

These days, there are too many pharmacists who want to hide their age in an attempt to confuse the competition, and they are bothered by it. It is because of the transcendental social status of the pharmacists that they have developed a grandfather temper.

Once the elderly pharmacists were found to be of real age, they scolded them. Every day someone is roared, no matter how good-tempered, he can't maintain a good temper.

"I am only eighteen years old this year." Anz, who was regarded as a 40-50 year old middle-aged uncle, instantly turned black. Although he was not in the accident table, he didn't like to take care of himself, and left his face with a beard to make himself He looks much older than he is, but he doesn't grow old.