Chapter 182: Taste What You Want
Jin Lao got up and slowly walked out of the judges' seat, glanced at Mu Qianqing with admiration in his eyes, cleared his throat and announced with a little excitement: "This world competition is the most exciting one for so long for the old man to invigilate, the third place this year is the eldest grandson Wuji, the second place is Haoyue, and the well-deserved first place has refined the best elixir that even the old man is ashamed of, Mu is affectionate." β
After the announcement of the rather excited words, the audience was instantly silent.
How old is she?
You don't even need auxiliary medicines, it must be an insider, there must be an insider, otherwise it's too scary.
Wang Ziyun shouted unwillingly: "It's a lie, how can she, a junior alchemist, refine the best elixir that the elders don't necessarily practice, Elder Jin won't have anything in it." β
His gloomy eyes stared at Elder Jin, and he didn't believe that a junior alchemist could achieve such an achievement.
As his voice sounded, many dissatisfied and silhouetted people cheered up.
"There's definitely an insider. β
"Maybe it's the family of one of the elders. β
"I feel the same. β
Regarding the following discussions, Jin Lao glared at Wang Ziyun, who was up, with an ugly face, and shouted: "Since you feel that the old man has no authority, do you want your grandfather to tell you personally?"
It was very noisy outside, and naturally everyone listened to it inside, Elder Wang walked out of the judges' seat with a pale face, glanced at Wang Ziyun with his eyes, and said sharply: "Rebel, just because you are also worthy of questioning Elder Jin, don't apologize quickly." β
He turned around and glanced at the people waiting for the results in the audience, and said with an unnatural expression: "What Elder Jin said is true, refining the best elixir is indeed Mu Qian's affection, she is the first deserved in this session, this is also the decision of our elders to supervise together, if there is any objection, it is a blasphemy against the elders, a blasphemy against the Medicine Treasure Pavilion." β
Now in this form, he is bound to speak, otherwise, the other elders will not be able to attack him in groups, and his position in the Medicine Treasure Pavilion will not be guaranteed in the future.
As soon as Elder Wang's words fell, they immediately caused an uproar.
The elders of the troublemakers all came out to clarify, and naturally no one would not be convinced.
Yan Haoyue's eyes flashed with surprise and excitement.
This girl was really beyond his expectations.
Thinking that he has been refining Gu worms since he was a child, his contact with Ding can be regarded as familiar, and under such difficult conditions, even he has only refined high-grade pills, but he didn't expect that girl to actually refine the best pills, and from everyone's words, it seems that the time for alchemy is not too long, such a powerful color, worthy of his attention.
After clarifying things like this, Wang Ziyun's face turned pale, and even a little hideous, not to mention his status in the Wang family, even his current status is difficult to protect, and he is so embarrassed today that my grandfather will not treat him in the future.
The Wang family pays great attention to face, so he not only gave himself a mouthful, but also piggybacked on his grandfather's face.
How will he live in the future?
He looked at the sparkling shadow on the stage with gloomy eyes, and the poison in his eyes flashed and flashed, and finally quietly disappeared into the crowd.
And Yan Haoyue came to Mu Qianqing, who had been on guard for a long time, with a quick step.
Mu poured cold eyes, and the aura condensed on his palm was just about to hit out, but it was suppressed by a force.
A flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she stared coldly at Yan Haoyue, who was only one step away from her.
Between his swallowing clouds, the scorching air accompanied by a mesmerizing fragrance sprayed on Mu Qingqing's cold and indifferent beautiful face.
His slender hands were a little pale, and the temperature was even more frightening, as if he had inadvertently slid over Mu Qian's vigilant face, and his movements were gentle but made people feel cold to the bone.
Mu just wanted to dodge, but he knew that the back road was blocked by someone and happened to fall into his arms.
She hated the evil man who was smiling in front of her eyes, but no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free from Yan Haoyue's confinement, and every time her movements seemed to be seen through by the other party.
Yan Haoyue smiled evilly, her deep dark eyes flashed with strong interest, and her voice was as dark and empty as a hell messenger: "It's really a little wild cat, it's not gentle at all to move your hands at every turn." β
"What do you want?" Mu poured cold eyes with a thick chill, although he didn't know his purpose, but it didn't seem to have any malice for the time being, but being eaten by a stranger like this made her very unhappy, and there was nothing she could do.
I thought that if I gradually improved my cultivation, I would lose this sense of urgency of powerlessness, but I didn't expect ~~~~~!
It seems that her cultivation is still too slow, and she has to speed up.
"I think-. He was smirking and was about to speak when he was interrupted.
A chilly long sword pierced through the void.
As soon as Yan Haoyue grasped the stabbing sword in his palm, the red blood flowed down the hilt, and he didn't seem to feel the pain, sneering at the sword-wielding person.
And Mu Tingqing took advantage of this gap to punch Yan Haoyue's abdomen, although he was dodged, Mu Tingqing also escaped from the clutches, and escaped from a safe distance with a dodge.
Her eyes were gloomy, staring coldly at the evil Yan Haoyue who was still smiling while clutching the tip of her sword.
And the person who stabbed this sword was none other than Zhao Ziyu, Mu Chengqing's fart worm in recent days.
Just now he saw that someone was indifferent to Mu, and his heart tightened, and he stabbed out without scruples, but when he wanted to pull out the sword he was holding, he didn't seem to be able to shake Yan Haoyue, who was bleeding out of it.
His sunny face was slightly solemn, and he knew that the other party's cultivation was definitely much higher than him, but he still didn't want to see Mu Tianqing being bullied.
At this time, Yan Haoyue smiled with yin and evil presumptuousness, as if the hand that grabbed the tip of the sword was not his hand, there was no pain, and it seemed that there was no use for cultivation.
He smiled stupidly: "Yo, there is a flower messenger next to the girl, but where is the fiancΓ© on the border?"
Zhao Ziyu's eyes flashed with a different color, and his face turned straight and he shouted: "You have to talk nonsense." β
But the focus of Mu is not there.
A flash of worry flashed in her cold and calm eyes, and she quickly asked, "What did you say?" β
Yan Haoyue casually threw away the tip of the sword she was holding in her hand, and regardless of the red flowing under her hand, she smiled cruelly: "It seems that the weight of your fiancΓ© in your heart is still important, hey, pity the other idiot next to you, but the more you want to know about this seat, the more you don't want to sue you." β
"You~~!" Although Mu Qianqing can see through people's hearts, he can't see through him at all, and he doesn't understand why all his actions are.
As he said, if people don't want to sue you, you can't know, because you can't beat him.
Strength, cultivation is a hard wound.