Gong Yichen immediately slammed the door and entered.

I saw that Yu Chuan was rolling on the ground in pain.

"Don't pretend!"

Gong Yichen walked in and found that the goods were being loaded.

", Master, you are really a three-high, I can't escape your eyes. ”

Yu Chuan immediately patted his ass.

"Did you practice?"

A strange look flashed in Gong Yichen's eyes.

"Uh-huh!"

Yu Chuan nodded proudly.

"Awesome!"

Gong Yichen is really exaggerating.

He didn't expect that the qi generated by using the attack power would be condensed into a force point, and Yu Chuan would master it so quickly.

"Master, do you think I'm a genius!"

Yu Chuan beat the snake and boasted about it.

"Not bad, right?"

Gong Yichen replied with a smile.

"Master, why don't you participate in the competition! My grandfather should tell you that my dantian contains the secrets of the Lao Yu family, the guiding land of the treasure, and my piece is the most important!"

Yu Chuan immediately said with a solemn face.

"You still think you can't beat Zhang Ao?"

Gong Yichen glanced at Yu Chuan.

"Yes, Master, if you look at the video of his three-in-a-row match, it's completely powerless!"

Yu Chuan was a little weak-hearted, and continued, "I feel that Zhang Ao is not a human physique!"

"It's not that exaggerated, it's just a bit of beast blood!"

Gong Yichen said lightly.

"Beast blood?"

Yu Chuan's face was stunned.

"Don't worry! Unless it is to stimulate the blood of the beast and make its blood boil, Zhang Ao is not your opponent!"

Gong Yichen said again.

"And what if he inspires?"

Yu Chuan asked nervously.

"Hard!"

Gong Yichen replied.

“...”

Gong Yichen was speechless for a while, and said after a short silence, "Master, or you will also participate!"

"Get out! I'm going to rest!"

Gong Yichen immediately lay down.

“...”

Yu Chuan sighed, and could only shake his head and leave.

...

Zhangjia Villa.

Zhang Ao was lying on the sofa, holding a paper list of sixty-four people for the Alchemy Competition.

"Two people have been replaced! Gong Yichen!"

Looking at Gong Yichen's three words, he directly tore up the list in anger.

"What's wrong?"

Yue Yin walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a large bath towel, very tempting.

Zhang Aoxuan was about to fall down with Yueyin, and after venting, he sat down on the sofa, took a sip of red wine and said, "Gong Yichen is also competing!"

"Gong Yichen!" Yue Yin frowned, "That young man is not simple!"

"That's right, but I have two hole cards, one is the Dragon's Breath he needs, but I'm not sure if he will give up fighting me for the Dragon's Breath!"

Zhang Ao sighed with a complicated expression.

"Are you not sure?"

"Yes, but I need to activate the ancestral bloodline!"

At this point, Zhang Ao lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and said, "I only tried once, but I almost didn't slow down!"

"Is it really that dangerous?

Yu Yin was a little worried.

"I just hope that Dragon's Breath will work!"

Zhang Ao sighed.

...

Seven days later.

The National Alchemy Competition was held in Yanjing, Keshen Gymnasium.

Gong Yichen was lucky and drew the opening game.

He also specially invited Tong Tian to watch the battle.

However, he regretted calling Tong Tianlai.

Er Dongqing customized a domineering ghost mask for him to measure his face, but because Tong Tian was afraid, he didn't wear it.

There was no way but to wear a pink hat from the battery car that Tong Tian bought two days ago.

At this point, he had to change his name to Trekyrie to the Helmet Little Prince.

At this time, the names of the opposing sides of the first match appeared on the rolling credits of the venue.

"Damn, what's that?"

"The little prince of helmets!"

"Why is Jin Yilong's opponent so two?"

"yes, can this contest be contested without a real name?"

"Everyone is looking forward to it, the declared Jin Yilong is against a mysterious opponent, this mysterious opponent is really mysterious!"

"This little prince of helmets, I think I can abstain!"

"Jin Yilong is the runner-up of the three-time competition, think about it if there is no Zhang Ao, is it three consecutive championships!"

...

There was a heated discussion in the crowd.

"Who is this Jin Yilong?"

Gong Yichen, who was in the crowd, asked with a smile.

"Brother, you're from the mountains?"

The crowd around him said with disdain.

“... Just got back from abroad!"

Gong Yichen found a reason to prevaricate.

Speaking of this Jin Yilong, he didn't have any strong means of attack, he was helpless and durable, carrying and fighting, and the slightly stronger opponents were tired of beating him, and finally defeated. ”

The eldest brother who watched the battle enthusiastically introduced, "Jin Yilong is the only one who can fight Zhang Ao to the third round, you must know that before this, no one can fight Zhang Ao to the second round!"

"Oh oh!

Gong Yichen joked with a smile.

"Why do you say that, a young man, carrying and hitting is also a kind of ability!"

The big brother of the audience preached.

"Indeed!"

Gong Yichen didn't refute it again.

At this time, the announcer sounded: "Please Jin Yilong and the little prince of the helmet to appear!"

"Go to the toilet!"

Gong Yichen smiled and took the opportunity to leave.

"I said that Jin Yilong tyrannical helmet little prince, don't you look at it!"

The enthusiastic audience brother, looking regretful for missing the big play.

“...”

Gong Yichen didn't look back, feeling embarrassed in his heart, if he was tyrannized by such a passive defensive person, how many dishes would he have!

changed his clothes and put on Tong Tian's pink helmet, and Gong Yichen appeared on the stage.

There was boos from the audience.

"Damn, what are you doing, don't come out to compete if you can't see people!"

"Yes, I've never seen anything like this after watching the competition for so many years!"

"Jin Yilong, come on, this guy is a hammer!"

"Pink helmet, disgusting!"

...

"I'm going to smash your helmet and show the audience who's pretending to be a ghost in there!"

Jin Yilong stood on the stage, followed by the audience's momentum, looked at Gong Yichen with disdain and said, "Little pink hat, get down by yourself, or I will break your head with a helmet attached!"

"Alas!" Gong Yichen couldn't help sighing: "Big bald head, you are the one who is beaten every day, and you are ready to turn defense into offense?"

"Yes! If I lose to Zhang Ao, I don't have lethality! If I have lethality, I think I've won three consecutive championships!"

Jin Yilong is quite self-respecting.

"It's hard to say whether you have a championship or not, your luck is too bad, and you will stop in the first round this year!"

Gong Yichen sighed.

"Less big talk!"

Jin Yilong took the initiative to attack and smashed Gong Yichen with his fist.

"This attack is amazing!"

"Jin Yilong has really increased his attack power!"

"It seems that stopping Zhang Ao from winning four consecutive championships is not talking!"

...

People admired Jin Yilong's fist speed.

"If the referee called to start, your helmet would have shattered!"

A confident smile appeared at the corner of Jin Yilong's mouth.

"Let's go!"

The referee then announced the start of the match.

Jin Yilong was just about to punch, but found that a punch had hit him in the abdomen, and then he passed out with black eyes.

The audience was silent, and no one even knew that the little prince in helmet had left the ring.

Returning to Tong Tian's side, Gong Yichen looked at the enthusiastic eldest brother with a smile and said, "Was the helmet little prince tyrannized to death?"