The youngest genius alchemist in the mainland.

Such a good name and such a title is something that countless genius alchemists dream of.

The words of the death of the ninth level ignited the fighting spirit of the genius alchemist, and the blood boiled one by one.

"The youngest genius alchemist in the mainland must be mine!"

"It's mine! I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

"Hmph! It's like we're going to lose to you!"

In order to compete for the first place, the genius alchemists were full of gunpowder, and before they even started, they were already fighting.

"Quiet!" Xing Yi snorted fiercely, causing the alchemists to shut up one after another.

Death Jiuju then announced: "The Alchemy Conference, starting now, enter according to your own number. ”

The genius alchemists did not appear one after another, and their faces were full of confidence, as if they all felt that they could win the first place.

The performance of these genius alchemists made the Death Nine Layers and the others nod with satisfaction, although they were arrogant, but at least they saw their enthusiasm and fighting spirit for alchemy.

There were 3,000 people entering at one time, and each person had a corresponding number of black and white numbers, one to three thousand, and out of the three thousand, only 1,500 people could advance.

Among the 3,000 people, there is a figure of wind and dust.

The numbers are drawn by themselves, and if the third-grade alchemist draws the sixth-grade alchemist, he can only say that he is too unlucky.

Of course, this is not necessarily, because the alchemy competition only has one chance.

For example, if the third-grade alchemist versus the sixth-grade alchemist, if the third-grade alchemist succeeds in refining the elixir, and the sixth-grade alchemist fails, then the third-grade alchemist advances.

If the realm of the two is comparable, it depends on the strength of the aura of the pill and the efficacy of the pill.

Therefore, whether it is a third-grade alchemist or a sixth-grade alchemist, or even a seventh-grade alchemist, the pressure is quite high.

If you are unlucky and lose to an alchemist who is lower than your own realm, wouldn't it be very embarrassing?

Since it is only a promotion match, some smart alchemists, this is the elixir that they are better at, in short, they can successfully advance.

As the game began, everyone in the audience fell silent, looking at the alchemists on the field.

Feng Wuchen's opponent was just a fourth-grade alchemist, and there was no pressure.

"Who the hell is this person? They don't seem to know each other. Feng Wuchen secretly guessed, his eyes looking at the mysterious young man.

With such a powerful alchemy talent, it stands to reason that it has already been famous in the continent, but no one knows it, which makes Feng Wuchen feel strange.

Powerful alchemists such as the Dead Nine Folds, Tian Xianzi, and Han Kun also looked at the mysterious man suspiciously at this moment.

"This kid is not simple, the realm of the seven-grade alchemist, I don't know where it was cultivated by the gods. Tian Xianzi said solemnly, very curious.

"The realm is the same as the alliance leader, it is indeed not simple, but I have never seen it. Dead Jiuzhong shook his head.

"Could it be the geniuses of those mysterious powers?" Han Kun guessed.

Hearing this, Death Nine and Tian Xianzi glanced at each other in shock, and then both nodded.

Except for the geniuses of the mysterious powers, they couldn't think of anyone else.

"Little ghost, I think you are still a number, with your little ability, you can't win me!" On the field, a man of twenty-seven or eighteen sneered contemptuously, and glanced at the young man opposite him with disdain.

The young man's cold gaze swept over him, and he sneered: "At such an old age, you are only a fourth-grade alchemist, so you have the talent and face to participate in the alchemy conference." ”

"Stinky boy, you dare to underestimate me!" the man's face twitched violently, and he was extremely fierce.

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"The alchemy technique is quite skillful, it seems that you are not weak. A teenager said proudly.

"You're not bad, your soul power is much stronger than mine, but I'll definitely win you!" replied the other teenager confidently.

"Yes, I don't think so. The arrogant teenager was also full of confidence.

The alchemists on the field were full of fighting spirit, fighting while alchemy, and the competition was very fierce.

"Bang bang bang!"

In less than ten minutes, the sound of the fryer began to appear in the calm square, and it was still one after another, and wisps of black lines diffused from the Dan furnace.

The moment the Dan furnace exploded, they all knew that they were completely eliminated, and their mood instantly fell to the bottom.

Half an hour later, someone had successfully refined the elixir, and some powerful genius alchemists had also successfully defeated their opponents.

With the passage of time, round after round of fierce competition, Feng Wuchen crushed the opponent all the way, whether it was the fifth or sixth grade, it was easy to win, and the promotion was smooth without pressure.

Everyone present was shocked by the terrifying alchemy realm of wind and dust.

But no alchemist can see the specific alchemy realm of Feng Wuchen, only that Feng Wuchen's soul power is very powerful.

Everyone in the alliance shouted excitedly, and the audience was boiling.

In addition to Feng Wuchen, there are also many fifth-grade, sixth-grade genius alchemists who have also advanced all the way and directly killed to the end.

However, these people didn't care too much about Feng Wuchen, what Feng Wuchen cared about was the mysterious seven-rank alchemist.

After four hours of competition, there were tens of thousands of alchemists, and now there are only eight people left.

If you want to stand out among the tens of thousands of alchemists, it can be said that it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

The eight people who advanced were Feng Wuchen and Ye Tianwei of the Dragon God Temple, Li Muxi and Yang Yunqing of the Holy Soul Academy, Xing Yuntian, the young master of the Northern Xuanzong Sect, Mo Tianhe, the eldest disciple of the Xingyun Sect, Leng Duyun, the genius alchemist of the Immortal Weapon Pavilion, and the last one was the mysterious man Tiangu.

"Alliance Leader, Tiangu's soul power is very powerful, who is he?" Leng Duyun asked curiously.

Feng Wuchen shook his head and said, "I don't know, if you deal with him, be careful." ”

Xing Yuntian frowned and said: "This guy has a ferocious method, alchemy competition, he directly uses his soul power to hit the opponent hard, and he doesn't give the opponent a chance to do alchemy at all." ”

"If I face him, I will directly abstain, I can't win against him anyway. Ye Tianwei said, abstaining is a wise move.

The next round is eight into four.

As the words of the dead nine fell, eight people entered the scene.

"Feng Wuchen, I hope you don't let me down, it's best not to draw me, otherwise you will even improve in the top three. When he walked into the square, Tiangu suddenly said to Feng Wuchen, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a contemptuous sneer.

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen asked, "Who are you?"

"I'll talk about it if I win. Tiangu said coldly and arrogantly, looking like no one in his eyes.

"It's easy for the alliance to win you, don't think you're very powerful. Xing Yuntian said coldly, very unaccustomed to the appearance of no one in Tiangu's eyes.

"Oh, really? Not really. Tiangu shrugged, arrogant and contemptuous.

"Arrogance!" Ye Tianwei gritted his teeth and said angrily, he really wanted to slap it with one palm.

"Arrogance, that's because I have the ability to be arrogant!" Tiangu sneered slightly, with a very arrogant attitude.

(End of chapter)