Located in the southwest of the Aotian Continent, the country is a beautiful and fertile place with picturesque scenery, pleasant climate, and fertile land.

On the empty hall, a middle-aged man about forty years old in a bright yellow costume stood on top of the hall with his hands behind his back, turned his head slightly, and asked the guards kneeling under His Highness, "What you said is true?" ”

"It's true, the subordinates didn't dare to hide it in the slightest, and the subordinates were also surprised to hear this, but this matter has spread all over the Eternal City, and others think that it is the tiger father without a dog, and only the nobles know the truth of the matter."

The middle-aged man turned around, revealing a face similar to that of the Seven Cents of the Dancing City, if he was seen, he would definitely shout, it turned out to be the emperor of the Wind Falling Country: the Nine Emperors of the Dance.

The Nine Emperors of the Dance frowned and chuckled: "I didn't expect to mistake the pearl for a stone, it seems that it is really old, hehe." ”

There was a hint of coldness in his voice, and the guards kneeling in His Highness heard the killing intent in his words, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Maybe others will think that the Nine Emperors of the Dance is a Ming Jun, but the people around him know that he has a cloudy personality, and he turns his face faster than turning a book, and not only that, he is also a demon who kills people without blinking.

He still remembers that one of the guards didn't solve the problem and came back with an injury, and the emperor killed the guard without blinking an eye, and now he still has the aftermath when he thinks about it.

It is said that companions are like companions, and they are accompanied by a demon who can pounce on you at some point, and they will die more than a certain time.

He rubbed his forehead and waved his sleeves to His Highness: "Okay, stand down." ”

When the guards heard the words of the Nine Emperors of the Dance, they did not hesitate at all, and hurriedly answered yes, and hurriedly walked outside the hall, and before he could go out, he heard a voice from behind him: "Remember, always keep an eye on the Dancing City, if there is any movement, report it to me immediately." ”

He hurriedly responded, walked out of the hall, closed the door and wiped the sweat on his forehead, he thought his life was not guaranteed......

There was no one in the main hall, and there was a sudden silence.

The Nine Emperors of the Dance stood up from the chair, walked to the window, looked at the sky outside slightly, and saw the birds flying in the sky, with a faint killing intent in their eyes: "Fly, see how high you can fly." ”

He walked back to his chair, picked up his pen and began to review the folds, leaving only the rustling sound of writing in the empty hall......

A qiē seemed to regain its calm, and only the little bird that had been killed by magic showed the previous waves.

Time flies, and three days are fast in the blink of an eye.

Dance Allure City came to the Pharmacist Guild very early, and the branches of the Pharmacist Guild are all over the Aotian Continent, but such a grand event as the Pharmacist Competition will only be held here.

There was a crowd of people in the guild, noisy and shouting, as if he was not participating in some pharmacist competition, but came to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and Wu Chengcheng couldn't help frowning.

At this moment, an old man dressed in purple and with white hair walked out of the crowd, and he slowly walked to the booth in the venue.

The old man looks like he is over seventy years old, but when he sees the bright eyes, Wu Chengcheng's eyes can't help but constrict, this old man is by no means as simple as his face, the old man is probably already in the period of returning to the basics.

He walked up to the stage, looked around, and coughed softly, a cough that seemed so light that only those present could feel the deafening roar.

Suddenly there was silence in the arena, and everyone turned their eyes to the stage.

Seeing that the goal had been achieved, the old man said slowly: "I'm glad that everyone can come to the Pharmacy Guild, I am Ye Gufan, the guild leader, I know that everyone is here for the annual pharmacist competition, and I don't want to say anything." ”

The old man, Ye Gufan, paused slightly, and then said: "I just want to tell you, no matter what your identity is, it will be the same when you get here, and the Ding Furnace herbs participating in the competition are all uniformly distributed, don't want to play any tricks, okay, everyone will sign up for the license number at the counter first." ”

After Ye Gufan finished speaking, he walked towards the guild, and after listening to his words, everyone in the venue walked to the counter with their own ideas, received the Ding furnace and herbs according to the brand, and walked towards the competition hall with their respective number plates.

The playing field was another scene, with orderly mahogany tables taking up two-thirds of the room, and the third being reserved for the big names with heads and faces.

Directly in front of that seat sat Xu Jingyu, the city lord of the Eternal City, and on the left hand sat Ouyang Haowan, the president of the Magic Guild, and Song Hao, the owner of the Treasure Medicine Pavilion......

On the right hand side are Ye Gufan, the president of the Pharmacist Guild who had just met, and Mu Qianzhou, the head of the Mu family......

The competition began, and it lasted for an hour, and everyone was refining the familiar potion, but Wu Allure was different, she was refining the magic potion she had seen in the book yesterday.

She attached the true qi in her body to the furnace with one hand, and the polar hand, Tianxin flower, white orchid fruit, and evergreen flower with the other...... Put it into the furnace in turn, Wu Chengcheng stared at the Ding furnace tightly, not daring to relax in the slightest, this was the first time to challenge such a high-grade potion, and she was not sure if she could succeed.

Time passed little by little, most of the contestants had already submitted the potions, and only a very small part was still in full swing refining, and she was in this very small part.

Just as the time for the competition was approaching, the magic potion was finally practiced, she breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from her forehead, filled the potion, and handed it over.

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