After Wen Yiming finished collecting, he chose a bottle of plastic-breaking potion that deliberately only contained two drops and threw it to Wu Liang, and said, "Please!"

After Wu Liang took out the crystal straw to test the medicine, he smacked his lips and said, "Yes, infinitely close to ninety points, count you as a kid!"

When Wen Yiming threw out the potion, the focus on sharing had descended on Ling Yaohe, in case Wu Liang rebelled. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's a pity that he muttered about Wu Liang's obscene skills, which were even better than his Wen Yiming, and he even imagined the scene of leading the Dark Demon Sect army to capture the Shenzhao Tower.

Ling Yaohe almost thought that another master had descended at that moment, and he was relieved when he heard Wen Yiming's voice telling him to guard against Wu Liang. However, when all the details were clearly perceived at the 300-meter range, the shock was even greater than before.

Especially with his God of War cultivation sharing the aura of concentration, even the true element flow on Wu Liang's body was vaguely clear about the direction.

At this moment, he was even confident that he could take down this old poison in five breaths without Wu Liang without a space ring and a lot of magic weapons.

But he knew that the time of five breaths was enough for Wu Liang to cast the Poison Cloud Secret Technique and plunge the square into blood.

"Senior Wu Liang, since it has been confirmed, please clarify with everyone, abide by your promise, and then you can leave. Wen Yiming sensed Wu Liang's excited thief smile and reminded.

With the formula in hand, Wu Liang naturally didn't want to make any more troubles, the most important thing for him now was to get out of the City of Light and Darkness safely, and then hide back in the Dark Demon Sect to study the plastic-breaking potion.

Nodding his head and laughing, Wu Liang was full of spirits, raised his hand and sealed the cultivation of the ancient tomb qing, and directly pushed it to Ling Yaohe while stunning.

Wu Liang couldn't stop laughing, and when he hugged his fist around, he rose up, poured Zhenyuan and laughed: "Everyone, please pay attention to my Dark Demon Sect's plastic-breaking potion in the ......future!

In the distance, Wu Liang's wild laughter continued, and everyone understood Wu Liang's irrepressible mood.

At the same time, there were also sighs and sighs in the square. Everyone knows that the Dark Demon Sect has no humanity, and after getting the plastic breaking formula, it will inevitably use secret methods to assist in improving the strength of the medicine, this kind of medicine that can monopolize the market, I don't know how many innocent martial arts cultivators will be persecuted by the Dark Demon Sect.

Moreover, the potion of the Dark Demon Sect is simply sky-high, and it is not something that ordinary martial cultivators can afford at all.

Even the vast majority of people in the Alchemy Guild began to be dissatisfied with Wen Yiming, although Wen Yiming saved face for the guild, but the strength of the Dark Demon Sect was invisibly increased by more than ten times, this will be a vicious circle of snowballing!

The four high-level leaders didn't have much to say, after all, Wen Yiming was for the Alchemy Guild, and he also put himself on the cusp. It can be said that Wen Yiming is now a living cornucopia, as long as he dares to take a step out of the Alchemy Guild, he will definitely be followed by countless forces, and then enslaved and interrogated to find out the method of refining the plastic-breaking potion.

Yan Bihan walked over, let out a long sigh, put her hand on Wen Yiming's shoulder, and sighed, "Child, you... Alas, I'm afraid that in the future..."

Wen Yiming naturally knew what the four high-level executives were worried about, and he had a little good feeling in his heart, waved his hand to interrupt Yan Bihan's words, and then faced the tens of thousands of people who were about to leave the table, and said loudly: "Everyone, please wait for a while!"

Some people who were dissatisfied with Wen Yiming's approach began to accuse and even reprimand loudly, and for a while Wen Yiming seemed to have become a sinner.

"I'm still waiting for Mao, the guy who aids in the abuse..."

"This kind of person is brainless, I really think I am a savior, and I don't have a big picture!"

"Yes, this bastard can harm the Martial Cultivation Realm, damn it! ”

"Damn, Lao Tzu is only a great martial artist, and he won't dare to walk around outside in the future, the Dark Demon Sect is inhumane! ”

"Take that kid and dip it in the pig pen..."

"Scourge..."

......

Wen Yiming looked at the different faces around him coldly, his heart suddenly became unhappy, he suddenly took a deep breath, leaned over slightly, and instantly raised his arms and chest, and a furious roar shook the audience.

"Uh... Roar!"

Roar of the Thunder of the Battle Cry!

The fourth-layer cultivation of the martial artist doubled the power of the battle howl, and a circle of concussive sound waves spread out, and the air wave threw the dust on the ground into a large circle, rolling up a messy wind in the air.

The entire square was silent, and they all looked at Wen Yiming, who had white hair flying in the field, and the upper body of his alchemy robe had been shattered, revealing steely muscles.

A giant dragon swirling in front of its left chest with its teeth and claws, its bloody mouth as if it was about to devour the seven Beidou-like scars on its chest, and it was extremely violent.

Wen Yiming looked around, and with the energy of the battle howl gain, he poured out the true Yuen Long and said: "Even if Wen's plastic-breaking formula is announced in the world, no one can refine it successfully!"

While everyone was frowning, Wen Yiming strode to the judges' seat, picked up the pen and paper and silently came up with the formula, handed it to Ling Qingping, and said, "Put it on the big screen!"

After seeing Ling Yaohe's jaw head acquiescing, Ling Qingping reflected the plastic-breaking formula on the big screen in the sky.

Wen Yiming smiled coldly and said loudly: "Everyone has seen the refining process of Wen just now, let me ask anyone who understands my unique tricks!"

"No!" In everyone's silence, Wen Yiming asked and answered himself, then waved his hand to Ling Yaohe and said, "I believe that the alchemy strength of Ling seniors is very clear to everyone, the difficulty of this recipe, you can ask Ling seniors!"

Ling Yaohe nodded in everyone's expectant gaze, and said with a straight face: "The plastic-breaking formula corrected by Wen Yiming contains two completely different extreme medicinal properties, and everyone should be able to see from the formula. The old man asked himself if he could do it!"

Wen Yiming hugged his fists towards Ling Yaohe, and continued to say loudly: "This kind of trick is created according to the power of the softest in the three artistic conceptions of gun intent, sword intent, and stick intent that Wen has comprehended, and it is called the supreme soft hand! It is difficult to learn! So Wen is looking for a way to transform the Zhirou hand into a hand that everyone can learn, and then contribute it to the Alchemy Guild, so that more people can refine the plastic-breaking potion by themselves." ”

Everyone was stunned, Ling Yaohe was a four-star grandmaster, he had been the president for decades, and he had personally admitted that he could not refine the plastic-breaking potion corrected by Wen Yiming, and the two extreme medicinal properties in that formula, as long as anyone with a little alchemy common sense, knew that if they wanted to fuse the two extreme medicinal properties, at least in the entire history of alchemy, they had never appeared before.

But the white-haired boy in the field did it, and was willing to reveal this secret method of refining to the world. And this so-called supreme soft hand is what they have seen with their own eyes, and it is indeed unseen and unheard of.

If it is really as Wen Yiming said, it is created by the fusion of three artistic conceptions, then in this world, it is simply difficult to think that after observing Wen Yiming's refining, he can comprehend the supreme soft technique.

Countless martial cultivators have not been able to comprehend the artistic conception of one kind of blade in their entire lives, let alone three kinds of artistic conceptions, especially alchemists, who spend less time on martial arts, how easy it is to talk about!

However, many people not only did not feel relieved, but instead had strong doubts.

How old is Wen Yiming? Can comprehend the artistic conception of the three blades? This is what everyone is suspicious of.

Of course, Wen Yiming said this on purpose, otherwise he would go to the next level on the cusp of sealing his mouth, even if the Dark Demon Sect didn't deal with him, he would not be able to move an inch in the martial arts cultivation world.

Just when everyone was in deep doubt, they saw Wen Yiming hug his fists towards Ling Yaohe, and raised his feet to pose with a big gun pile.