Ling Feng really didn't expect Yang Dingtian to be so well prepared in order to deal with him.

At this moment, his whole body was clasped tightly together, motionless, like a sculpture, pondering what his chances of winning this competition were.

However, when his petrified expression fell into the eyes of others, he was stunned by Yang Dingtian's methods.

"A waste who doesn't know the so-called self-possession is a little clever, and he has no one in his eyes, and he deserves to be the slave of the Yang Dingtian Master for a hundred years......"

Pangen's eyes were gloomy, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of mockery, and he said coldly sarcastically.

He was angry about Ling Feng and Ji Kuhai singing double reeds to deceive him, and he was naturally not polite when he spoke.

Ji Kuhai heard that Pangen humiliated Ling Feng, and his own words counterattacked, but he remembered that he had been taken care of in Panlong Country all these years, so he forcibly endured this anger.

"Ling Feng, admit defeat, this time, you have absolutely no hope of winning. ”

Yang Dingtian looked like he was holding the chance to win, and said tirelessly: "If you admit defeat now, in the hundred years that you have been a slave of this master, this master may be better to you, and will not let you do some menial chores, such as picking up dung or something......"

Hearing Yang Dingtian's ridicule, Master Changfeng, Ling Zhongzheng, Ling Qingzhu, Su Xin, Xiaoyou, Lin Xinran, and many, many people who cared about Ling Feng were all filled with righteous indignation.

But they knew that Yang Dingtian was telling the truth, Ling Feng had lost this time, and according to the previous agreement, he had to be a slave to Yang Dingtian for a hundred years.

Since he is a minion, his life and death are decided by the master.

"Yang Dingtian. You're happy too soon. ”

Only then did Ling Feng come back to his senses from his thoughts, he shouted angrily, and slapped his hand on the Spring and Autumn Ding. The incomparably heavy furnace ejected, spun through the void, and landed steadily on the ground.

The movements in Ling Feng's hand were dazzling, and between the flips of his five fingers, a purple flame condensed in his hand.

As soon as this flame appeared, the surrounding void immediately twisted inch by inch, and then revealed the collapse of heaven and earth. The terrible illusion of molten spurt from the center of the earth comes.

"Earth's fire?"

Seeing that the bone spirit fire in his hand seemed to meet a nemesis, he trembled slightly. Yang Dingtian's face was pale. Said: "No wonder you have such a big confidence, it turned out that you surrendered to the geocentric fire, but you want to win the old man with the geocentric fire, it's just wishful thinking." ”

"Then you'll see. Let's see who killed the deer. ”

Ling Feng swept his hand, and the hundreds of spirit grasses of different grades on the table seemed to appear with their own consciousness, and they kept beating like fish.

With each beat, the impurities of the spirit grass itself will be automatically sorted out.

Such tactics are really surprising and unpredictable.

Seeing that Ling Feng had used the Earth's Heart Fire, a trace of vitality appeared on the originally dead faces of Master Changfeng, Ling Zhongzheng, Chu Soul Dragon Leader and others.

And the faces of Master Wufu and the Heavenly Venerable Envoy led by Lu Guangzhi sank.

The win or loss of this bet really has little to do with them. What they care about is that Ling Feng's hole cards are so many and so perverted. Even in the legend of the Earth's Heart Fire, the elemental king born from the elements of heaven and earth was subdued by him.

Ling Feng and Yang Dingtian's movements were extremely neat, and combing the spirit grass was almost done in one go, which was dazzling.

As the spirit grass gradually melted in the Dan furnace, the rich fragrance of the pill kept spreading, and even attracted hundreds of birds and butterflies to circle around.

Time is slowly slipping away. The fragrance of the elixir emanating from the two of them almost turned into substance, rising towards the void.

Right now. Yang Dingtian's palms slapped heavily on the surface of the Nine Dragons Ding, and a pure white pill flew up, levitating above everyone's heads.

This elixir is like a dream, the whole body is crystal clear, flawless, and between the slow turns, a trace of rich vitality, like a white mist spreads around.

The disciples who watched the competition, some of whom were close, inhaled the pill that had just been baked with their noses, and they felt relaxed and happy, and their whole face was radiant, and they were ten years younger.

Countless pairs of eyes converged in the freshly baked longevity pill above Yang Dingtian's head.

They all knew that Yangdingtian's longevity pill had already taken shape.

The next thing to do is to use many kinds of adjuvants and fuse them into the newly formed longevity pill, and whenever one of the adjuvants is fused, there will be a turning mark on the surface of the longevity pill.

This means that the effect of the longevity pill will increase by a hundred years, a total of nine turns......

But in their memories, there was really no one who could successfully refine the Nine Turns Longevity Pill. According to their estimates, with the strength of Yang Dingtian, if the number of revolutions of this longevity pill could be refined into seven turns, it would already be very remarkable.

As for how many revolutions can be refined, it will be clear later.

At the same time, Ling Feng's Longevity Pill in the Spring and Autumn Ding had also been released.

His longevity pill is no different from the one refined by Yang Dingtian in terms of appearance, color, and size.

Seeing this, Chu Soul Dragon Leader, Master Changfeng, Ling Zhongzheng, and many, many disciples of the Eastern Regions were all relieved.

But they also know that the moment is just an appetizer, and the real battle is in the number of revolutions.

Next, it's up to who has more revolutions.

Yang Dingtian's speed was very fast, as if he had been refining countless times, and he didn't raise his head, constantly throwing all kinds of auxiliary medicines into the Jiulong Ding.

The adjuvant medicine turned into a majestic medicinal fragrance, rising up, like a colorful cloud, above the longevity pill that had just been baked and had not yet turned into a cloud of colorful clouds.

At this moment, a drop of Dan rain fell from the colorful clouds.

The rain poured into the freshly baked longevity pill, forcing a twist pattern to appear on the surface of the longevity pill.

"The number of revolutions of Yangdingtian's longevity pill has reached one revolution. ”

Originally, the scene was silent, and I don't know who secretly exclaimed, attracting angry eyes.

In the process of alchemy, the most taboo thing is to be disturbed.

For example, at the moment, this kind of opportunity for the life and death competition of the four-grade alchemy master is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and everyone wants to be wonderful, so naturally they don't want to disturb Ling Feng and Yang Dingtian with chaotic sounds around them.

Just after the mouthy family disciple slipped away, the longevity pill that Ling Feng had refined also appeared Danyu, and the number of special numbers also reached a turn.

Obviously, Yang Dingtian's techniques and operating experience were faster than Ling Feng's.

When Ling Feng's Longevity Pill appeared for one turn, the Longevity Pill on his head had already reached the number of three revolutions.

Seeing that Yang Dingtian's refining speed was much faster than Ling Feng's, everyone on the scene sweated for Ling Feng.

Now is not the time for a battle of will, if Ling Feng loses, he will lose the face of the entire Eastern Regions.

They are all disciples of the Eastern Regions sect, so they will naturally feel disgraced. (