As Yang Yifan's voice sounded, the fifty places were completely determined.

At the same time, this also means that the first round of the primary competition is officially over, and fifty alchemists, including Yang Yifan, can enter the next round to continue the competition, while the other more than nine-tenths of the contestants are brutally eliminated.

Looking at the alchemists who left one by one, the audience's eyes were more focused on the remaining fifty alchemists in the ring at this time, especially Yang Yifan, as the last place to enter the second game, but the focus on him was to surpass Qu Shan, who was in first place.

"Tsk, the last place, a second-level alchemist? Let's go shit luck! ”

"Hey, I just saw that several alchemists made mistakes at the last moment, otherwise where else would I get this Mu Yi?"

"That's it, let's see, at his level, I think he will be eliminated in the second game!"

For a while, those who were prejudiced against Yang Yifan all started talking about it in a weird way.

As soon as this group of people spoke, a large number of people who looked at Yang Yifan unpleasantly began to coax, and most of them looked at Yang Yifan with contempt and disdain.

This is the genius of the Nine Grades of Talent?

This is what he calls a second-level alchemist?

You almost didn't even pass the first level of the Primary, so you can pull it down!

Compared with the more than 30,000 viewers, those who saw Yang Yifan's talent test yesterday were a minority after all, so most people were originally extremely skeptical about it, and now seeing Yang Yifan so slow, they naturally began to laugh loudly.

Of course, this is also a form of jealousy in disguise.

However, in the face of disdain from all directions, Yang Yifan's face was still very calm, his state of mind cultivation had already reached the level of calm, and all the voices on the stage were directly filtered by him, just closed his eyes and quietly waited for the start of the second round of competition.

But the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, Yang Yifan is unwilling to pay attention to those audiences who don't know how to do it, but some people on the stage look at him unpleasantly.

"Hmph, what kind of genius with nine talents, he dares to boast that he is a second-level alchemist, and he doesn't pee and look in the mirror!"

Not far from the stone platform where Yang Yifan was, a red-robed man's voice full of disdain sounded, which happened to reach Yang Yifan's ears.

This person is the first Qu Shan to pass the first level, as the chief disciple of the Qingshan Sect, Qu Shan has reached the first-level alchemist at the age of only thirty-two, but he can't participate in the talent test anymore at his age, so when he tested it yesterday, he didn't show up.

And just after yesterday's test, Qu Shan heard about Yang Yifan's deeds, and he was not convinced.

Originally, he didn't believe in Yang Yifan's nine-grade talent, but at this moment, seeing Yang Yifan's refining speed, he naturally couldn't help but laugh.

Yang Yifan still closed his eyes and ignored it directly.

Seeing this, Qu Shan was slightly angry, and sneered sarcastically: "Don't even dare to respond, garbage." ”

Qu Shan's words were not disguised, and many alchemists around heard them, and for a while, they couldn't help but set their eyes on Yang Yifan, with a faint suspicion and ridicule in their eyes.

Nine products of talent?

Well, this is not impossible, we believe.

But you said you became a second-level alchemist in your twenties?

I'll you!

"Okay, first of all, congratulations to the fifty alchemists who are still in the ring, congratulations on passing the first game of the primary competition, and now you are qualified to participate in the second competition."

Just when Na Qushan was about to say something, the referee walked out again, he didn't talk nonsense, and said directly:

"The content of the second competition is also very simple, that is, you can refine all the spiritual liquid you just refined to extract the spiritual liquid required for an elixir, and then refine this elixir!"

"The first alchemist to successfully refine the pill and can guarantee the efficacy of the medicine is the first place in the primary competition of this medicine refining conference!"

After speaking, the referee's gaze swept over the alchemists.

And as the referee's voice fell, most of the fifty alchemists present suddenly changed their faces.

Refining the original twelve kinds of spiritual fluid into elixir?

This Nima is a pit!

You know, in order to pursue speed before, they almost didn't care about the purity of the spirit liquid, and at this time, the rules announced by the referee are not a pit for them?

For a while, there were only a few people on the entire field who were still calm and full of confidence at this time, such as the red-robed man Qu Shan and Yang Yifan.

Qu Shan was confident, so he didn't panic at all, but when he saw that Yang Yifan was also this light and breezy appearance, he was even unhappy.

You are one from the bottom, why are you as calm as me, the first one?

"Mu Yi, why don't we compare this time?"

Qu Shan suddenly opened his mouth and said to Yang Yifan: "This time, we will compete to see who is the first to practice the pill, if you win, I can agree to any of your requests, but if you lose, you must kneel down in public and admit your mistakes!" ”

Speaking of this, Qu Shan sneered: "The nobility of the second-level alchemist is not something you can insult!" ”

“……”

Qu Shan's words sounded without any warning, and everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Challenge? Competition?

When I came back to my senses, some of the audience immediately became excited!

It seems that Qushan can't get used to that Laoshi Zimuyi, okay! You have to challenge him and debunk him in front of everyone!

"Competition! Competition! Competition! ”

"Fight! Challenge! Challenge! ”

There was an immediate cry in the field, I have to say, people are like this, although Yang Yifan has not offended anyone, but out of some psychology, this group of people is happy to see his jokes.

The referee's face changed slightly, and he wanted to stop it, but looking at the increasingly emotional audience, he was also a little difficult to do.

Immediately afterwards, I don't know who passed the message to the referee, and the referee immediately calmed down and asked Yang Yifan: "For this kind of positive competition, the conference is very advocated, but the decision is in your hands, Mu Yi, you can choose to accept the competition or refuse." ”

"Competition?"

Yang Yifan glanced at Qu Shan lightly, and immediately smiled disdainfully: "You are not worthy!" ”

You don't deserve it yet!

When Yang Yifan's words fell, there was a sudden silence in the field, and then there was an uproar!

"! Is this guy so crazy! ”

"That Qushan was the first in the first level just now, he was just the last one, who gave him the courage?!"

"This guy is really crazy!"

Qu Shan's face was also gloomy in an instant, he stared at Yang Yifan tightly, and said coldly: "You don't dare to accept the competition?" ”

"Don't dare?"

Yang Yifan laughed, then stared at him, and said proudly:

"Your agitation method is really inferior, but I can grant your request, because I don't mind teaching a lesson to a cat and dog like you who love to make trouble."

(End of chapter)