Time flies, the first incense stick has burned out, and the second incense stick is lit.
Many young spiritual alchemists are covered in sweat and look pale, which is a sign of excessive use of their spiritual consciousness. Even Ling Chuxi's powerful spiritual consciousness is working so hard, let alone them.
"Bang!" A spiritual alchemist's vision went dark, he fell heavily to the ground and fainted.
Someone immediately rushed over and took him out of the competition venue for emergency treatment.
"I, give up." Then, another alchemist stood up unsteadily, said with difficulty, and was immediately sent out of the competition venue.
"I, I give up too." Another alchemist also stood up, and as soon as he finished speaking, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"I give up too."
When the second pillar of incense was half burning, except for Ling Chuxi and Zhihan, all the other spiritual alchemists gave up on their own initiative.
Damage to the spiritual consciousness is more difficult to heal than physical injuries, and will seriously affect future cultivation. These young spiritual alchemists are all rising stars trained by their respective alchemy halls, and no one wants to have their spiritual consciousness damaged.
And self-destructing their future. More importantly, they all know one thing. Even if they try their best, they will not be able to defeat Ling Chuxi and Zhihan and win the final victory. Rather than doing this, it is better to give up early.
Of course, the audience in the audience understood what they were thinking, but seeing that they had already identified the first four useless pills, but fell short on the last one, it was still a bit regretful.
"Alas, this World Alchemy Conference is really dominated by the two alchemists Ling Chuxi and Zhihan. There are so many young talents who didn't even pass the second round." An old family head sighed with emotion.
said.
"But I don't know who of these two can stand out from this round?" said a person next to him.
"Does that need to be said? Although Alchemist Zhihan is extraordinary in strength, he lacks some flexibility. The most important thing in alchemy is understanding. I don't want to talk about this round. The final victory of this alchemy conference is probably not Ling Chuxi.
No one else."
"If it lacks some flexibility, to put it bluntly, it's just the same thing."
"..."
Fortunately, the competition platform was covered by a barrier and could not hear the discussion below. Otherwise, Ling Chuxi would not have had to compete. Her only opponent was so angry that she vomited blood and left the field sadly.
"Hey, Alchemist Zhihan has started writing the recipe for the elixir. Has she already figured out the recipe for this useless elixir?" Suddenly, someone exclaimed.
On the competition stage, Zhihan was already writing the name of a magical grass.
"Maybe her stubborn mind has finally come to its senses."
"It seems that it is a little difficult for Ling Chuxi to win this round of competition."
While the audience was talking a lot, Ling Chuxi also noticed Zhihan's behavior.
"How is this possible?" Ling Chuxi was also a little surprised. She was familiar with the road and had rich experience. Now she could only identify five kinds of spiritual herbs in this useless pill. But just looking at Zhihan's movements, she had already identified at least ten.
Plant spiritual grass.
Impossible! Ling Chuxi has full confidence in herself. Although Zhihan's talent and strength are not bad, and she is not as stubborn as outsiders think, she can never surpass her.
Just as Ling Chuxi looked at Zhihan, Zhihan also looked at Ling Chuxi, with a proud look in her eyes.
Ling Chuxi vaguely guessed something. This was by no means the first time Zhihan had seen such a waste pill, otherwise she would never have been able to identify the spiritual grass in it so easily.