Chapter 888

The youngest genius alchemist in the mainland.

Such a good name, such a title, is the dream of countless talented alchemists.

The words of the death of Jiuzhong ignited the fighting spirit that the genius alchemist did not have, and one by one blood boiled.

"The youngest genius alchemist in the mainland must be mine!"

"It's mine! Let's see! I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

"Humph! It's like we will lose to you!"

The talented alchemists are fighting for the first place, and they are full of gunpowder, and they are already bickering before they even start.

"Quiet!" Xing Yi shouted in a low voice, frightening the alchemists to shut up.

Death Jiuzhong then announced: "Alchemy Conference, start now, enter according to your number."

The talented alchemists did not appear one after another, and their faces were full of confidence, as if they all felt that they could win the first place.

The performance of these talented alchemists made Dedie Jiuzhong and others nodded with satisfaction. Although they were arrogant, they at least saw their enthusiasm and fighting spirit for alchemy.

Three thousand people will enter at one time, and everyone has a corresponding number of black and white numbers. From one to three thousand, among the three thousand, only 1,500 can advance.

Among the three thousand people, there is Feng Wuchen.

The numbers are all drawn by oneself. If the third-grade alchemy master draws the sixth-grade alchemist, he can only say that he is unlucky.

Of course, this is not necessarily because there is only one chance for the alchemy test.

For example, if the third-grade alchemist is against the sixth-grade alchemist, if the third-grade alchemist succeeds in refining the medicine, but the sixth-grade alchemist fails, then the third-grade alchemist will advance.

If the realm of the two people is the same, it depends on the strength of the medicinal pill's breath and the efficacy of the medicinal pill.

Therefore, whether it is a third-grade alchemist, a sixth-grade alchemist, or even a seventh-grade alchemist, the pressure is quite high.

If you are unlucky and lose to an alchemist with a lower realm than your own, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Since it's only the promotion round, some smart alchemists choose the pills that they are better at, and in short, they can advance smoothly.

As the game started, everyone in the audience quieted down and looked at the alchemists on the field.

Feng Wuchen's opponent is only a fourth-grade alchemist, and there is no pressure.

"Who is this person? Tian Xianzi and Dead Jiuzhong don't seem to know each other." Feng Wuchen guessed secretly, looking at the mysterious young man.

Such a powerful alchemy talent, it is reasonable to say that it is already famous in the mainland, but no one knows it, which makes Feng Wuchen feel strange.

Death Jiuzhong, Tian Xianzi, Han Kun and other powerful alchemists were also looking at the mysterious man in confusion at this moment.

"This kid is not simple, the realm of a seventh-rank alchemist, I don't know where he cultivated it." Tian Xianzi said solemnly, very curious.

"The realm is the same as the leader of the alliance. It is indeed not simple, but I have never seen it before." Dead Jiuzhong shook his head.

"Could it be the genius of those mysterious forces?" Han Kun guessed.

Hearing this, Dead Jiuzhong and Tian Xianzi looked at each other in shock, and then nodded.

Except for the genius of the mysterious power, they can't think of anyone else.

"Little devil, I think you are still the number of people. You can't win against me with your ability!" On the field, a twenty-seven-eighth man sneered contemptuously, and glanced at the boy opposite him with disdain.

The young man glanced at him with cold eyes and said with a sneer, "You are only a fourth-grade alchemist at such an old age, so you have the talent to attend the alchemy conference."

"Stinky boy! How dare you underestimate me!" The man's face twitched violently, extremely fierce.

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"You are quite skilled in alchemy, it seems that you are not weak." A young man said proudly.

"You're not bad, your soul power is much stronger than mine, but I will definitely beat you!" Another teenager answered confidently.

"Really? I don't think so." The cold and arrogant boy was also full of confidence.

The alchemists on the field were full of fighting spirit, bickering while refining alchemy, and the competition was fierce.

"Bang bang bang!"

In less than ten minutes, the sound of the frying furnace began to appear in the calm square, and it was still one after another, and strands of black lines permeated from the pill furnace.

The moment the pill furnace exploded, they all knew that they were completely eliminated, and their mood instantly fell to the bottom.

After half an hour, some people have successfully refined the medicinal pills, and some powerful genius alchemists have also successfully defeated their opponents.

As time went by, round after round of fierce competition, Feng Wuchen crushed his opponent all the way, no matter if it was Rank 5 or Rank 6, it was easy to win and advance smoothly without any pressure.

Everyone present was shocked by Feng Wuchen's terrifying realm of alchemy.

But no alchemist could see Feng Wuchen's specific alchemy realm, only that Feng Wuchen's soul force was very powerful.

Everyone in the alliance shouted excitedly, and the audience was boiling.

In addition to Feng Wuchen, there are many fifth-grade and sixth-grade genius alchemists who also advanced all the way, and went straight to the end.

But these people Feng Wuchen didn't care too much, what Feng Wuchen cared about was the mysterious seventh-grade alchemist.

In the four-hour competition, there are only eight alchemists left.

To stand out among tens of thousands of alchemists is as difficult as reaching the sky.

The eight who were promoted were Feng Wuchen and Ye Tianwei from the Dragon God Temple, Li Muxi and Yang Yunqing from the Holy Soul Academy, Xing Yuntian, the young master of the Northern Xuanzong, Mo Tianhe, the eldest disciple of the Nebula Sect, Leng Muyun, a genius alchemist from the Xianqi Pavilion, and the last one. It was that mysterious man, Tiangu.

"Leader, Tian Gu's soul power is very powerful, who is he?" Leng Muyun asked curiously.

Feng Wuchen shook his head and said, "I don't know either, but be careful with him."

Xing Yuntian frowned and said, "This guy's methods are ferocious. In the alchemy competition, he directly uses his soul power to inflict heavy damage on his opponent, and does not give his opponent a chance to concoct alchemy at all."

"If it is against him, I will abstain directly, anyway, I can't win against him." Ye Tianwei said, abstaining is a wise move.

The next round is eight into four.

Following the death of Jiuzhong, the eight Feng Wuchen entered the arena.

"Feng Wuchen, I hope you don't let me down, it's better not to hit me, otherwise you will even make progress in the top three." As he walked onto the square, Tiangu suddenly spoke to Feng Wuchen, and the corners of his mouth raised a trace of contempt. sneer.

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen asked, "Who are you?"

"I'll talk about it after I win." Tian Gu said coldly and arrogantly, with a defiant look.

"It's easy for the leader to win you, don't think that you are very powerful." Xing Yuntian said coldly, very disliked by Tiangu's arrogant appearance.

"Oh? Is it? That's not necessarily true." Tian Gu shrugged, arrogant and contemptuous.

"Arrogant!" Ye Tianwei gritted his teeth angrily, wishing he could slap him.

"Arrogant, that's because I have arrogant capital!" Tian Gu sneered slightly, with a very arrogant attitude. (To be continued)