Methodically refining the essence of the elixir and spiritual herb, turning it into a pill, refining it, and a burst of rich medicinal fragrance came out, and it was ready to be collected.

Flicking a Void Breaking Pill into his mouth, Luo Qingyin tried the taste, and felt that it was no worse than the last time, so he confidently handed over the remaining two pills to the Dantai together, and turned to leave.

After taking two steps, a golden light suddenly shot out from the slanting.

Luo Qing turned around, the blue water spirit sword lit up from his hand, and the golden light was split, and when he looked closely, it was a golden flame.

Playing sneak attack under the audience?

Luo Qingyin looked sideways in the direction of the golden light, just taking Gong Danting's angry gaze in his eyes.

Gong Danting's eyes flashed with uncontrollable anger, and her eyes were red, like a gambler who had lost his fortune.

The dignified young palace master of the Medicine King Palace, the dignified alchemy master blew up the pill at the mere freshman exhibition, which was more embarrassing and unacceptable for her than losing her family.

"Hate me? Want to kill me? Luo Qingyin walked up to her, the corners of her lips hooked up with a touch of provocation, and said with her mouth, "Do you dare to kill me in front of everyone?" ”

"You won't be complacent for long." Gong Danting squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth, "I will definitely make your life worse than death." ”

"Really?" Luo Qingyin looked at Gong Danting with an embarrassed face with a shallow smile, and smiled faintly, "I'll wait and see." ”

Ignoring her no more, Luo Qingyin walked briskly towards the cultivation test platform.

The Xiuwei competition table is the place with the largest number of people in the entire square, and it is also the most competitive ring.

Alchemy, refining and arraying all require specific dual or triple attributes, the number of people is scarce, and eighty percent of the participants in the competition are students of this pavilion, no matter how fierce the competition is, it can be imagined.

The cultivation is different.

The cultivation competition not only included the three major pavilions, but also the four main peaks that focused on battle.

In order to be able to show a hand in front of the mentor, there was no such thing as leaving a hand in the competition, and the battle situation was so tragic that people who did not have enough strength could only seek death.

Now, of the three competition tables for the competition, Gu Feiying and Zhan Zheng each occupy one, and the last one, Gu Yuanfeng is fighting with Jimo Wuxin.

Jimo Wuxin is a downright melee weak scum, and can only rely on the gnawing of moths.

Gu Yuanfeng was gnawed and covered in blood, but he didn't care at all, a firelight swept out a vacuum, and stepped on Jimo Wuxin's chest, with a cold and arrogant expression: "Half of the competition time has passed, can people who want to stay until later play play?" ”

Gu Yuanfeng scored more than 20,000 points in the final exam, and he was also the best among the new students, and his cultivation was not as good as Zhan Zheng, but he was ruthless, and he was either killed or injured when he fought with him, and the new students in the audience were afraid, and they only dared to point their fingers from afar, and when they heard his arrogant words, they all clenched their fists, but not many people dared to go up and challenge.

In the whispering, Luo Qingyin lightly touched his feet, and the bright red skirt drew a beautiful arc, and fell on the test table, his face was cold and beautiful, and his posture was as light as a peach blossom, but it contained deadly danger.

"Excuse me, lift your feet."

The sound of Qingyue like water sounded, and Luo Qingyin slammed into Gu Yuanfeng's feet with a falling palm.

Gu Yuanfeng immediately raised his foot and kicked towards Jimo Wuxin, who quickly rolled to the side and jumped off the test platform.

Looking at Luo Qingyin with a look of shame, Jimo lowered his head and said, "Senior sister, I'm sorry." ”

Mao Dun Literature