After Hua Qiqi said this, Wu Zheng and others looked a little surprised.
The Emperor Flower is a top-notch existence among the twelfth-level fairy herbs. Many twelfth-level elixirs require it as the main medicine. You can imagine how precious it is.
Luo Rong got an emperor flower by accident many years ago, and he always regarded it as a treasure. He kept it for so many years without being willing to use it.
Unexpectedly, Hua Qiqi made such a big bet, and actually wanted to bet on the opponent's treasure.
"Bet on my emperor flower?"
Luo Rong was stunned for a moment, then showed a strange expression.
Hua Qiqi looked determined: "Yes, do you dare to bet?"
"What's wrong with this?"
Luo Rong said, "But my emperor flower is extremely precious, so you have to make an equal bet."
"I'll bet ten twelfth-level fairy grasses!"
The bet Hua Qiqi placed was also extremely shocking, but Luo Rong shook his head.
"Although they both belong to the twelfth level, the value of the fairy grass is still very different.
My emperor flower is the best among the twelfth-level flowers. Even ten ordinary twelfth-level flowers cannot match its value.
Okay, if you want to bet against me, then take out your Huang Mingli Fire."
After he said this, the expressions of several people around him changed.
Everyone knows very well that Huang Mingli Fire is Hua Qiqi's special fire. It is of a very high level and its value is even higher than that of the Emperor Flower.
Moreover, the Alchemy King Competition is coming soon. Without Huang Minglihuo, Hua Qiqi’s level of alchemy will be greatly reduced.
Wu Zheng said quickly: "Great Elder, are you kidding? Strange fire is the foundation of an alchemist, how can it be used as a bet?"
Luo Rong said: "Of course it's not a joke. You have to make a bet that makes me happy. Otherwise, I have no interest in betting."
Wu Zheng wanted to say something else, but Hua Qiqi next to him agreed directly: "Okay, I'll make a bet with you!
If Mr. Ye can succeed in his creation, give me your Emperor Flower; if it fails, my Huang Mingli Fire will be yours!"
Wu Zheng and others opened their eyes in surprise. Hua Qiqi has always acted steadily. What happened today? Is this crazy?
He even used his own strange fire as a bet. The key point is that this is still a losing situation.
But at this time it was too late to dissuade him, Luo Rong burst out laughing: "Okay, let's make it that way.
The president and several elders will make a notarization. If I lose, I will give you the Emperor's Flower, and if you lose, give me the Huang Mingli Fire."
Hua Qiqi said without hesitation: "It's a deal."
Ye Bufan stepped into the assessment hall. Someone had been waiting here early and led him into an alchemy room.
This is the first level of entering the hall. The room is very spacious, and there are already two alchemy furnaces placed in it, which are exactly the same.
The wall is filled with formation fluctuations. This is the formation assessment. After the alchemy is successfully made, both sides must put the elixir they refined into the formation.
If the contestant wins, it will glow green; if the contestant fails, it will glow red.
The evaluation using formation methods is extremely fair and impartial, without any artificial factors.
Of course, both participating parties can also admit defeat directly, as long as they inject their own true energy into the formation.
At the same time, there is a monitoring array above the head, which will faithfully transmit the situation inside so that people outside can see it clearly.
Sitting in the room was a thin, middle-aged man, wearing a gray robe and a badge on his chest with two gold stars shining on it.
The most outstanding second-level alchemist in the Alchemist Guild—Wang Ping.
Breaking into the hall is a challenge to the entire alchemist union, and the assessment hall naturally attaches great importance to it, sending out the most outstanding alchemists at each level.
At the same time, there is also great pressure on the elixir master himself. If you defeat it, you will receive a generous reward. However, if you fail, you cannot get back the lost badge, and you will not be allowed to take the exam again until a hundred years later.
At this moment, tens of thousands of people from the Alchemist Guild gathered in front of the entrance of the assessment hall, and everyone was staring at the formation light curtain suspended in mid-air.
After seeing that Wang Ping came out of the first level, many familiar people became excited.
"This is Alchemist Wang Ping, who is known as the best second-level alchemy master. He will soon enter the third level..."
"Who is this young man? I really don't know who gave him the courage to come here and try to break into the court..."
"If you don't seek death, you won't die. I guess it won't be long before he is deprived of his cultivation and kicked out of the Alchemist Guild..."
These people were talking a lot, but no one was optimistic about Ye Bufan. After all, they had never heard of anyone who could successfully enter the court in so many years.
The top leaders of the trade union are also gathered here. Zhuge Qingyang has a serious expression, Hua Qiqi has an indifferent expression, and Luo Rong has a smile on his face.
In the alchemy room, Wang Ping glanced at the young man in front of him contemptuously, "You're not even a first-level alchemy master, but you dare to break into the hall. I really don't know who gave you the courage.
If you understand, get out of here immediately, destroy your cultivation, and never step foot into the Alchemist Guild again."
For such a small role, Ye Bufan didn't even have the mood to pay attention to it. He simply said three words: "Let's get started."
“It’s true that I won’t shed tears until I see the coffin!”
The other party's ignorance made Wang Ping extremely angry, "In this case, let's show you the truth in the alchemy furnace and let you see what a real alchemist is and what the real alchemy technique is!"
"The second-grade elixir in the immortal world is the true elixir. Let's compare this elixir."
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of medicinal materials flew out from the formation on the wall, which was the fairy grass needed to refine the true elixir.
At the same time, Ye Bufan's formation was also activated, and the medicinal materials were placed in front of his pill furnace.
However, he didn't make any move, he just put his hands behind his back and looked to the side playfully.
Wang Ping snorted coldly, ignored it, and started refining the elixir.
As the most outstanding second-level elixir master, his techniques are extremely proficient, including making fire, using medicine, tempering, and purifying.
Ye Bufan stood nearby, just watching, still making no move.
"Is he frightened by Wang Ping's methods?" Mo Chongba smiled sarcastically and looked at Hua Qiqi next to him, "Fairy Qiqi, it seems that you can't keep Huang Minglihuo."
Hua Qiqi also laughed sarcastically. As an eleventh-level elixir master, he was full of loopholes in front of others, but he refined a twelfth-level elixir with just some random advice.
It is simply a big joke to say that Ye Bufan was frightened by a small second-level elixir master.
She didn't bother to defend this kind of thing, and said directly: "I think the Great Elder should prepare the Emperor Flower for me first."
Although she spoke confidently, she was also a little confused and didn't know what the teacher wanted to do.
Just when everyone was extremely surprised, Ye Bufan, who was in the alchemy room, walked up to Wang Ping.
"It doesn't matter if the person is ugly, the posture for making alchemy is also so ugly.
It’s okay to be ugly, and it’s okay if you have the ability, but it’s a pity that you’re full of mistakes, so you can call it alchemy?”
Wang Ping noticed the opponent's arrival and originally thought that his alchemy skills had intimidated the opponent and that he might kneel down and admit defeat on the spot, but what he didn't expect was overwhelming ridicule.
"You...what did you say?"
He was almost going crazy, but luckily he controlled the alchemy furnace in time and no accident occurred.
"I said what you are doing is not called alchemy at all. You cannot control the temperature of the flame and start using the medicine before the alchemy furnace is evenly heated. This is one of your mistakes.
The medicine of fresh chrysanthemum stalks needs to be applied slowly and steadily, but you chose to use strong fire, which resulted in the loss of the medicinal properties of the medicinal materials. This is the second mistake. Anise moss needs to be quickly purified with strong fire, but you chose to use slow fire, resulting in insufficient purification. This is the third mistake.
