Even the top alchemist in the Shenwu Continent can refine an eighth-grade elixir. How easy is it to break through to the ninth grade?
The task of this competition is very difficult, and it can be said that it is impossible to complete!
Beichen Longting stood up, nodded towards Qi Yan, and then slowly said: "Your Majesty, the Soul Pill is a ninth-grade elixir. I am afraid that all the alchemists present will not be able to complete the task."
It's not that they are afraid, it's that this task is simply impossible.
Sheng Wuyou turned his head and glanced at Qi Yan, and said in an indifferent voice: "Does the Meteor God Pavilion always do things as it pleases? Or do you just not want this competition to go smoothly?"
The voice was light and airy, but it carried an unquestionable majesty. It seemed that as long as he dared to resist, he would no longer tolerate him.
Qi Yan frowned and did not relax: "This is the wish of the palace master, and I am only following orders."
What you say cannot be changed!
Blue eyes swept around his body, and his voice became colder unconsciously. A faint blue light flashed in his eyes: "Since the Meteor God Pavilion cannot convince the public, there is no need to stay as a referee."
Qi Yan was slightly stunned, but his expression remained unchanged: "Is the Holy Lord planning to cancel my status as a referee?"
Sheng Wuyou glanced at him indifferently, and a dangerous aura burst out from his body: "If you can't do things well, you can leave now."
After saying that, he ignored him and turned to look at everyone. His voice was soft and calm, but it carried the majesty of a superior person, and no one could resist: "For the second competition today, the pills that need to be refined are pure.
Heavenly Pill! If everyone has no objections, we can make preparations and send you into the Demonic Forest immediately."
"The people of Meteor God Pavilion are indeed still so unpleasant." Mu Hanyue played with the tea cup in her hand, smiling and talking to Jun Moye beside her.
"After the competition is over, you can vent." His narrow and attractive red phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, and his voice was evil and lazy, charming people's hearts. It was like a magic sound, touching the heart, lingering in the heart.
Mu Hanyue blinked, half-understood, and was about to ask, but was interrupted by a voice coming from the front.
Although Sheng Wuyou doesn't like to talk, he knows clearly what he should do and what he shouldn't do, and he won't miss the main business: "Since everyone has no opinions, let's come to the stage and be prepared to see you off immediately.
Enter the Demonic Forest."
As in the first competition, Mu Hanyue brought all the four people from Tianyu and Class 7. The rest of the three major families were different, the number of people was reduced a lot. The heads of the three major families did not participate, but returned to the referee
On the table.
As referees, they can only participate in the first match. The next two matches will depend on family members, and they have no right to interfere.
Looking at Yunlou opposite, Dongfang Lintian and Beichen Snow, Mu Hanyue narrowed her eyes slightly, her expression indifferent, without the slightest hint of nervousness.
White light flashed, and a white figure suddenly appeared in the sky, floating quietly.
Raising his hand, a light element condensed in his palm, and four dazzling lights burst out from his body, attacking around the stage below and instilling them into the stone statue of Warcraft.
The strong wind rose, and a white light suddenly appeared, and a dazzling white light suddenly burst out from below, forcing everyone to be unable to open their eyes.
When the white light dissipated, the people below had disappeared and disappeared without a trace.