Chapter 171: The Mysterious Text (Part 1)

Ge Zheng bit the pen and thought for a while, and Mobi did not start writing. Both of them were very cautious. Ge Zheng did not want to drag the game into the third game, because no one could predict what the future would be. All kinds of accidents happened in the "future". Not to mention Mobi, if he lost this game, he would lose the entire game. Although he didn't want Ge Zheng to die after losing, Mobi, who was known as a "genius" on his head, was absolutely unwilling to lose to a newcomer who had just entered the field of mythological alchemy.

In the natural space, when the bead is embedded in the groove, Ge Zheng transformed into a male dragon, with a body length of more than 60 meters, and was wandering happily in the vast sea of ​​blue waves. In just twenty minutes, he had realized the power and pride of this race. For their abilities, starting from their racial character, he would have a deeper understanding of their abilities - this is Ge Zheng's judgment.

Almost at the same time, the two began to write together. The field was quiet, and the many alchemists who were still talking about it just now closed their lips and held their breath. Although they knew they could not see anything, they could not help but stretched their necks to look at the answer sheets they spread on the table.

The elder still sat upright in the center, his face neither sad nor happy nor angry, and no one knew what he was thinking. The third elder was relaxed, nervous, and couldn't help but hold his hands together. The second elder was a little worried about the emperor and the eunuchs, and kept worrying about Mobi.

This time, Ge Zheng finished the answer first. After all, the pen is more useful than the improved geese brush like Mobi.

Ge Zheng handed the answer sheet to the wooden table in front, and Mobi had already finished writing it. The two answer sheets were placed on both sides. What he had flowing and smooth was Ge Zheng's answer sheet, the strokes were uneven in thickness, and occasionally some ink was Mobi's answer sheet. Other alchemists also noticed that the pen in Ge Zheng's hand was a bit unusual and began to talk in a low voice.

The second elder couldn't wait to stand up and took the two answer sheets into his hands. However, this time he first read Ge Zheng's answer: "The Jiao Human Clan has many abilities. After obtaining the natural abilities of the Jiao Human Clan, he can transform into a Jiao Human Alchemist, and he can mainly use two of them. First, the Jiao Human's eyes are different. Although they only have two eyes, they can observe things from different perspectives from all directions. It is appropriate to monitor changes in the alchemy reaction process. Second, the Jiao Human's claws are attached to the surface of the claws, which is not afraid of high temperatures. When using the claws to operate directly, it is more clever and convenient."

This answer is pretty normal, not particularly outstanding, nor is it a failure.

The second elder put down Ge Zheng's answer sheet and picked up Mobi's recitation: "Mythical Alchemy is based on the natural ability and performs alchemy of various races. The body of the dragon man is huge, and it is plated in a circle around the furnace. A pair of eyes can observe the changes in the furnace from different angles. Moreover, different parts of the dragon man's body have twelve pairs of hand claws, which can withstand high temperatures and can also operate at the same time. The angles of the eyes are different, and the operating angles of the hand claws are also different. It can be said that the speed of alchemy as the dragon man will be several times faster than other races."

Mobi's idea is to let the dragon man learn from the snake and turn into a circle, with a furnace in the middle, and then observe from all directions and start from all directions, so that the efficiency is much higher.

It’s not that Ge Zheng’s understanding of his abilities is worse than that of him, but that his thinking is not comprehensive enough and he cannot get it in place. It seems that the twenty minutes of Mobido’s thinking are still useful.

The elder pursed his lips and said, "Mobi is slightly better."

Salmodo could not hide his disappointment in his eyes, but there was still a chance next. He immediately came up and patted Ge Zheng on the shoulder: "It's okay, we still have a chance, I will always support you..." Ge Zheng looked at him, and Salmodo retreated embarrassedly. Mobi breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. Ge Zheng saw from his small move that he did regard himself as a strong opponent.

In the first two games, the two sides won one game, and the two sides tied. It seemed like a draw, but Mobi lost the first game because of underestimating the enemy. In the next second game, he immediately won a game back. The mythical alchemy around him began to talk about it again. The people who were optimistic about Ge Zheng just now also changed their views: it seems that Mobi's 130 years of mythical alchemy practice still had the upper hand. As long as he responded seriously, Ge Zheng was the opponent. It is no wonder, after all, he practiced for 130 years in advance with the title of genius. Even if Ge Zheng lost, it would not be unfair. Being able to win one game has already made the middle-aged people look at him with admiration; not to mention that Ge Zheng's performance was remarkable.

After a brief rest, the two started the third game. This time, the Great Elder first said: "This time there is no need to distinguish between orders. I will take another piece of the same relic and you will start together." Of course, this is the most fair. The third relic is a gold coin-shaped scale, which naturally forms a strange pattern on it. The Great Elder reached into his waist, groped for a moment, and took out another piece of the same scale.

The two picked up the scales together and released the natural space. Everyone who didn't really like Ge Zheng was now even more optimistic about Mobi: not only did the number of light balls of their natural spaces differ greatly, but the range and light were also far apart. In front of Mobi, Ge Zheng's natural space was as dim as a sparrow in front of the phoenix.

No matter what the natural space is, as long as they can understand their natural abilities, they will not waste any of them in twenty minutes. As soon as the time comes, both scales fly out. As well as the other two relics on the wooden table, they all fall into the hands of the great elder.

Ge Zheng and Mobi returned to their positions, looked up at the sky and thought for a while, lowered their heads and started writing quickly.

This time, the two handed in the paper almost at the same time.

The second elder was about to get the answer sheet, but the eldest elder stopped him and said, "You read Mobi, and Ge Zheng's ones are given to the third brother." The second elder dared not disobey.

The two elders each picked up an answer sheet and glanced roughly. The second elder waited for the third elder and said, "You read first!" The third elder rolled his eyes: "You read first!" The eldest elder waved his hand: "Okay, everyone said one word, second brother, you start first."

The second elder shook the answer sheet in his hand in a bad mood and recited: "Every scale of the Elephant Snake tribe has a divine inscription given by God, which can be borrowed from divine power." After he finished reading this sentence, he closed his mouth and waited for the third elder. The third elder muttered "stingy", shook Ge Zheng's answer sheet and read the first sentence: "The Elephant Snake tribe borrowed divine power with the mysterious inscription born on the scales. This ability is the most helpful for alchemy."

The second elder recited: "Use divine power to activate magic flames, you can obtain the legendary mythical sky fire. Use this flame to refine objects, and the level of the items obtained is three levels higher than that of ordinary flames!"

The third elder thought: "But this kind of divine power cannot be used to refine objects."

Even the third elder himself was stunned: Can flames not be used for alchemy? Even the ordinary flames on the mother planet can be used for alchemy, let alone the legendary mythical sky fire?

The second elder laughed and pointed at Ge Zheng and laughed: "Three, is this the genius I found? Even the mythical sky fire cannot be used for alchemy, so what other flame can be used for alchemy?" The third elder was extremely embarrassed. Salmodo, who was sitting not far behind Ge Zheng, immediately collapsed on the chair like a deflated ball.

The Great Elder said quietly: "Stop reading."

The second elder's confidence increased greatly and immediately finished reading in one breath: "My idea is: the temperature of the mythical sky fire is extremely high. If it is refined with an ordinary furnace, it is very likely that the furnace will be melted together. You can use your mental power to support the materials and the mythical sky fire and refine them in the void. For specific implementation methods, you also need to ask the spiritual magician."

After the second elder finished reading, he looked at the third elder with high hopes. The third elder looked at the answer sheet in his hand and said reluctantly: "One force will descend to ten times. The Elephant Snake tribe has divine power as a support. It is relied on the body of the Elephant Snake. It does not require other natural abilities and can already refine a very outstanding work."

This conclusion seems a bit dull to ordinary people, and the alchemists around him were disappointed. Only the Great Elder frowned and said to himself: "One force will subdue ten times..." Some difficult words were said, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the meaning was profound. The Great Elder couldn't help but nodded.

The second elder was a little proud: "Third brother, it seems that you have missed this time. How could such a person be an alchemy genius? He actually made a ridiculous statement that the myth of heavenly fire cannot alchemy, which is ridiculous. Even I, an alchemy layman, know that he is talking nonsense..."

The elder came to his senses and happened to hear the second elder's words. His face turned stern: "Since you know that you are a layman, don't talk nonsense!" The second elder was stunned: "Did I say something wrong?"

The elder ignored him and turned to Ge Zheng and Mobi and said, "The winner of this game is..." When the result of the game was announced, everyone had no expectations. Because there was no suspense, Mobi must have won. Ge Zheng's performance in the first game made people look forward to him, but he did not expect that after losing in the second game, he made a low-level mistake in the third game. The mythical alchemists who came to observe shook their heads and regretted him.

"Ge Zheng!" As soon as the elder said, everyone was shocked: Did I hear it wrong?

Dozens of doubtful gazes looked at the Great Elder, which caused the latter to feel dissatisfied and a gentle hum in his nostrils. Those mythical alchemists were startled, and they dared to look at the Great Elder with doubtful gazes? They quickly lowered their heads, but the doubts in their hearts were not resolved.
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