Next, even if she really can't do alchemy, it can be said that she failed accidentally, and no one will say anything.

Young, always have capital.

Well, hate!

The eighth level of the Holy Rank is not terrible, the seventeen-year-old is not terrible, and the alchemist is not terrible, what is terrible is that a person has these at the same time, and all of this is actually a talent that they themselves have taken the initiative to identify. And people don't seem to be very interested in these things all the time, all of this is their one-man show, and they have pushed people to such a high position, and they can't pull it down!

When this thought came to mind, it almost them off!

So, on the stage of the alchemist competition, before the competition started, there was a scene of a large number of alchemists raising their hands to caress their chests and taking medicine collectively. It can be called a once-in-a-decade miracle.

"Holy Rank Eight?" And those teenagers and girls who had just been shocked by this age were once again severely stimulated by the strength of this eighth level of the Holy Rank.

A seventeen-year-old alchemist of the eighth rank of the Holy Order? Moreover, he is still the lord of the City of Medicine?

So, just how talented is this person?

Young, beautiful, powerful, talented, everything that everyone envies, she has. It's okay to call it the darling of heaven, right?

All kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred fell on Fenghua's body, and the originally unknown person seemed to have become the focus of the most attention on the field.

Mo Crimson stared at the completely stupid white robe, this person was the one who threw the broken stone at Fenghua.

Seventeen years old, when he was torturing the strange Taoist city master to learn alchemy, Fenghua was one year older.

The white robe is stupid, the ink is white and cold, the men and women below are crazy, and the people on the stage eat and swallow medicine to save themselves. Only Fenghua himself is still as sober as ever.

She really, except for a little lesson that didn't give her a hard time, she didn't do anything.

This fame came too suddenly?

Talented? She admitted. But a genius alchemist? Fenghua can only, hehe.

Fiddling with the Bemi vase, Fenghua glanced playfully at the men and women who were either frustrated and envious.

I wonder what kind of expressions they will show when they see the elixir they have refined? Will he be as stunned as the strange Taoist city lord, or crazy, or hate to kill himself head-on?

Relying on people to be invisible, the corners of Fenghua's mouth hooked up a vicious arc.

Alchemists, so-called self-righteous geniuses, I'm ready, are you ready to be abused?

"When does the game start?" Finding that the scene was a little chaotic, the master of ceremonies also began to be dumbfounded, and reminded Fenghua kindly.

"Oh, let's go, let's go!" The master of ceremonies was completely stunned by the changes in front of him, and after looking at Fenghua, with supreme adoration in his eyes, he announced that this alchemist competition had begun.

The alchemist city lords who had been hit before and had their faces swollen were all working hard at this time, trying to regain face here.

The previous safe Dan prescription was all thrown out of the back of his mind.

This time, they must make a splash here, and then completely defeat this girl who can be said to be completely praised by them.

Genius, it's enough to have them.

Unlike those who want to show off their alchemy strength, Fenghua has nothing to do here, nothing ...... Oh no, she made a move.