Chapter 89: Martial Saint's Appearance and Mishaps
Qingyan was not angry at Ashina's statement. It seemed that both parties recognized their advantages.
"Alchemist Wen Yi, thank you for your help last time. This time, I personally invite you to our Elf Jungle as a guest. What do you think?" Qing Yan extended the invitation enthusiastically and looked at Wen Yi expectantly.
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"Oh, that's fine. It's been many years since I've been here and I haven't visited the jungle here yet. I just have this opportunity, haha!" How could Wen Yi refuse the beauty's invitation? Besides, he really wanted to see it too.
What is it like in the fantasy novels of the past life where everything is beautiful in the elven realm? Maybe there really is some elven treasure. How cool it would be if I could live for thousands of years.
Apart from practicing, Wen Yi still likes such lively scenes. Although the various races are distinct, after all, the grand scene has not started yet, and they still communicate with each other.
Wenyi doesn't know if the orcs have public trading in Dafang City. The bustling crowd outside is quite a bit like the lively scene of Dafang City. Some orcs don't even have stalls, they just hold a certain "treasure" and have sex with them.
Shouting, at least at this time, for the low-level orcs, there is no racial division.
Since Wen Yi came to this orc area, he has not seen a single martial saint. Even in such an orc festival, there is no martial saint. It is estimated that such an alchemy competition will not interest the martial saints. After all, it is only a second-level elixir.
medicine.
"Elder Mazi, the tauren also invited Alchemist Keqing. Will there be any changes in our plan to continue to control the Jade Garden?" A young tiger-headed man asked next to an old guy.
"Prince Wen Geer, don't worry, we are inviting the most amazing second-level alchemist from Jing Yunhai this time. Alchemist Shang Ge is the number one alchemist in the Wenyang Empire and the first place in the top ten imperial alchemy competitions.
, How can this unknown boy compare?" Mazhui is the great elder of the Alchemy Hall of the Tiger Tribe. The Tiger Tribe has controlled the Jade Garden for thousands of years, and has an inseparable relationship with this elder Mazluo.
This Mazhui often goes out and has a wide range of friends. He has a way to make friends with the great alchemists in any imperial alchemy competition outside the sea. The longevity of the orcs is not much different from that of the elves. This Mazhui has also survived.
Thousands of years ago.
"In the secret garden of Jade Garden, the mutated nebula grass we have worked hard to cultivate will become a thousand-year-old spiritual grass in the next few days. I fully expect this thing to break through the Martial Saint." Prince Wengel looked expectant, and the orcs broke through
The holy elixir only needs Nebula grass and any kind of thousand-year elixir to be refined, but where can the thousand-year elixir be found so easily?
"Prince Wengel, I promised this Shangge Alchemist three Millennium Nebula Grasses before he agreed to come. When the time comes, don't forget it." Mazhuo reminded Prince Wengeer again.
, doesn’t seem to be very confident about this guy’s credibility.
"Elder Mazi, don't worry. There are already dozens of mutant nebula grasses that are nearly a thousand years old in the secret garden. Who cares about his three plants? Once the Holy-breaking Pill is refined, I guarantee that one of yours will be indispensable." Wen Geer said.
The prince said confidently.
With dozens of thousand-year-old mutated nebula grass and so many opportunities, he is an alchemist like a pig. Prince Wengel believes that the chance of refining the breaking holy elixir is also great, and his dream of becoming a martial saint is about to come true.
Haha! This guy is already happy.
"call!"
"call!"
"call!"
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The alchemy competition has not yet started, but a change finally occurred. Martial Saints kept coming from the sky, causing a group of martial arts elders who presided over the conference to panic. They didn't know what earth-shattering event had happened to offend so many Martial Saints.
Seniors have arrived.
"Snapped!"
"You little beast, you haven't reported anything about such a big thing until now." A martial saint from the tiger people slapped away Prince Wengel, who was still triumphant just now.
The Tiger Martial Saint glanced at the trembling Elder Mazhui next to him, and finally suppressed his anger, giving this hero of the Tiger tribe some face.
"Father!" Prince Wengel climbed up.
"Come here, put this little beast in the dungeon." The Khajiit Martial Saint roared angrily, and a group of Khajiit Martial Masters rushed up and disappeared into the wilderness with Prince Wengel.
A dozen martial saints had gathered, and no one paid any attention to Prince Wengel. Instead, they all sat in front of their own tribe in tacit understanding, without saying anything, as if they were just here to watch the Alchemy Competition.
Of the tens of thousands of onlookers, perhaps only the elder Mazhuo knew the reason, yes! Even the martial saint would be jealous of the thousand-year elixir. Not even a tiger prince could be in charge of a small Jade Garden. Obviously, it is a thousand-year elixir.
News of the mutant Nebula Grass leaked.
"What's going on?" Wen Yi didn't know what happened, but he knew that if these "bastards" didn't have great interests, they wouldn't mobilize their troops to care about this low-level second-level alchemist competition.
Now that Alchemist Shangge has quit, will the Martial Saint be great? I have seen many Martial Saints. I am a talented alchemist from the Liu Zhan family, the top one in the Wenyang Empire. Even the ancestors of the family favor me.
There are also more than a dozen martial saints in the Liu Zhan family. He came here for the thousand-year elixir. Prince Wen Geer was kidnapped. Who should he look for to get his thousand-year elixir?
"Elder Mazi, Prince Wengel promised me three Millennium Nebula Grasses. He was taken away. Can you fulfill his promise? Huh!" Shangge, who has been the proud son of heaven since he was a child, doesn't care about anything.
Orc Martial Saint, is he the most awesome Tianlinggen or the most awesome second-level alchemist? How dare the orcs touch him?
Yes, there is nothing about a second-level alchemist, nor about Tianlinggen. They have nothing to do with the Martial Saint. However, once the two are connected into one person, it will be really awesome. An alchemist of the future Martial Saint level.
Even the current Martial Saint needs to be on good terms with him.
No, just when Shang Ge got angry, a powerful aura suddenly appeared beside Shang Ge in an inconspicuous place among the crowd. Even a fool could see it, Wu Sheng!
Damn it! What's going on? A guest alchemist actually brought a martial arts bodyguard. He's really an awesome person.
How could Mazda dare to say anything? It would be great if he could survive.
"Just go ahead and compete. I'm here and I agree to your terms." The Tiger Warrior Martial Saint spoke.
"Ah, Alchemist Shangge, this is the leader of our tribe. His old man promised, so there must be no problem." Mazhuo finally dared to speak.
"Oh." Shangge is not a fool. Can you not tell who is the boss? As long as you get your own benefits, it doesn't matter what you are doing here.
The "bastard" of the tauren didn't know what he was whispering to Saqim, the elder of Dantang. It seems that this kind of scene is happening in the ten major tribes. Even the "bastards" of several tribes from outside are calling him.
Elder Dan whispered.
Saqim quickly ran to Wen Yi and pulled Wen Yi to a secluded place.
"Alchemist Wenyi, something has changed. In this alchemy competition, if you get the top three, you will be rewarded with one thousand-year-old elixir, and the second place will be rewarded with two elixirs. If you get the first place,
, I will reward you with three thousand-year elixirs." When Saqim spoke, his voice was trembling, those are thousand-year elixirs.
What surprised Saqim was that Wen Yi didn't seem to have any reaction after hearing such exciting news. Could it be that he didn't hear clearly? Even though his voice was very quiet, he couldn't hear it.
Thousand-year elixir! It's a good thing, but it's of no use to Wen Yi at the moment. It's so laborious just to refine the Nebula Grass. The energy of the thousand-year elixir is so strong. Besides wasting it, it has no use. As for that,
The Holy-Breaking Pill that a martial artist dreams of? It’s useless to me as a pill cultivator.
Of course, once you advance to the level of Martial Saint, the thousand-year elixir will definitely be a good thing, but that is too far away from you.
Looking at the current situation, if he gets the thousand-year elixir, can he still leave? So many "bastards" are watching. Judging the situation, Wen Yi understands that a big ass can wear a big pair of pants.
It's not worth it at all to lose your own life after using the elixir for a thousand years.
Saqim muttered again, but Wen Yi still didn't respond. Saqim was really anxious. This was a death order from the clan leader.
"Elder Saqim, I feel uncomfortable all over now. I guess I went crazy during the last retreat. It seems that I won't be able to participate in this alchemy competition. I'm really sorry." What Wen Yi said almost shocked Saqi.
Mu choked to death.
Wen Yi said and actually turned around and left.
"Wait a minute, Alchemist Wen Yi..." Saqim concentrated on Wen Yi for a long time, and Wen Yi really started to hold his stomach as if he was starting to feel pain.
Saqim really can't talk anymore. If they don't want to, what can you do? To be honest, Wen Yi really doesn't owe you anything. Wen Yi has refined so many Nebula Pills and the Bull Head Pill Hall.
In addition to handing it over, there was also some corruption.
One after another, some human alchemists walked into the venue of the alchemy competition. The situation was getting worse and worse. This time the orc alchemy competition had obviously changed its flavor. There must have been some major change. It was so serious that Lian Wu
The point where even the Holy Spirit would intervene.
"Are you Alchemist Wenyi? It seems that you are a smart man. Don't worry, I, the Tauren, will not burn bridges even if I promise you nothing. This is my gold medal. With my gold medal, you can leave the orc area at any time. No one dares to stop you.
You." The tauren boss sent a message, and a space capsule flew into Wen Yi's hand.
It's over! I've been targeted by the Martial Saint, ***! If I don't agree now, I'll probably die soon. Why is my life so miserable? I almost died at the hands of a "bastard" once, and this time I was killed again.
The "bastard" is watching.
"There is a holy-level talisman in the space capsule, which is a deposit for you, haha! Remember, if you don't get the top three, you won't get anything at all. I will take it back." Niutou.
The boss of the people conveyed the message with a hint of smile.
Wen Yi, who was sitting on the ground, had a face that looked like a bitter melon.
"Idiot, promise him, as long as the holy talisman is here, even if there is a martial saint chasing you, what are you afraid of when I am here?" The voice of the ghost mouse Qiqige appeared.
Oh! The thousand-year-old "bastard" I met last time was scared away by the ghost mouse Qiqige with the help of a holy talisman. It's really possible.
"But, I don't have the Thunder Spirit Fruit anymore." Last time, the ghost mouse Qiqige slept for a long time and her vitality was severely damaged. Thanks to the rare Thunder Spirit Fruit, she recovered to her current appearance.
"Damn! You are really stupid. The thousand-year elixir is not better than your thunder spirit fruit? If there is a thousand-year elixir in the space lock, with the energy of the thousand-year elixir, I won't even have to fall asleep." Ghost Shadow Mouse