One hour, practicing the eight-rank pill, in fact, is not an earth-shattering event for Xiang Nan.

What's even more exaggerated is that he has seen it, and it took three hours for that bud to practice all the ten pins of pills.

Of course, it was actually practiced under the guidance of Xiang Nan.

Watch the minutes pass.

The alchemist became more and more impatient.

In the nineteenth minute, the alchemist finally caught up, and he slapped it on the alchemy furnace, and at that moment, the emerald elixir flew out.

Both sides hold their own elixirs, and then, it is time to speak with facts.

Whose pill is better? Whose pill is better?

You don't have to be firm at all, just eat it!

The alchemist took the poison pill from Haiqiong Poison Master, swallowed it in one gulp, and then immediately swallowed his own elixir into his stomach.

Xiang Nan shook his head, he already knew the result, the alchemist's elixir was really only an eighth-grade mid-level.

The two pills are completely mutually reinforcing, so who is more powerful will of course depend on the quality.

After just thirty seconds, the alchemist's face suddenly turned blue, and then his entire face turned black, and he spurted out a large mouthful of poisonous blood, lying on the ground and began to spasm, and after a while, he was motionless.

An incomparably precious eighth-level alchemist died in Huangquan like this.

Xiang Nanbu (forbidden jìn) sighed, such a precious alchemist died like this, this is a waste of resources.

He had the heart to save, but he couldn't do anything to save him.

The rules are the rules, they are agreed by both sides, and imposing interference can only bring shame to the Danshi Alliance.

"It's still this group. The neutral referee pointed to the brocade box and said, "The Danshi Alliance, it is still not cracked, next, please send another master to detoxify this group of poison pills." ”

But as a result, the Danshi Alliance no longer moved.

The Xuantian Emperor sighed sadly.

The eighth-level alchemist who was poisoned just now was already one of the highest-grade alchemists in the Danshi Alliance, and if he found someone to come, he was also an eighth-level alchemist.

Basically, send one to the end of the other.

At this time, the head of the Dark Alliance laughed and said, "How about it, Xuantian, your Danshi Alliance has lost! According to the agreement, the Danshi Alliance will dissolve by itself!"

"From now on, my Dark Alliance will be the only organization favored by Mother Earth!"

Danshi Alliance, no one answered.

"I'll do it. Emperor Xuantian sighed and prepared to go up in person.

Many alchemists hurriedly stopped, and one by one they were extremely distressed: "Shouzao, you (body shēn) are highly poisonous, you can't fight, if you forcibly alchemy, the poisonous effect will attack quickly, you ......"

Xiang Nan had a mirror in his mind, he knew that it was this Xuantian Emperor who completed the Nine Pins Pill in this round of competition, but the result was that after leaving the first Jiupin Pill, he immediately died of poison (body shēn).

This kind of master should not end in such a tragic way, at least, in this time fault, Xiang Nanbu (允yǔn) Xu.

Many obstacles did not work, and the Xuantian Emperor still stubbornly walked onto the field.

At this moment, a young man suddenly rushed out of the crowd.

This man looked clear-eyed, about fifty years old, but his appearance was only in his early twenties, and it was not surprising that he was a young man.

"Xuantian first. "This young man is handsome and immature, but he gives people the temperament of little old age.

"Who are you. Emperor Xuantian frowned.

The young man bowed respectfully and said, "The kid's name is Bolan, I hope the seniors will forgive the juniors for their recklessness." ”

"The younger generation has been peeing (body shēn) since he was a child, and he has always had a dream in his heart to establish an alliance of refiners. ”

"I hope that the first one can be completed. ”

Xiang Nan's brain buzzed, and he said secretly: I grass, the originator of the Instrument Master Alliance!

The scene was suddenly full of ridicule, and they all felt that Na Bolan was too self-sufficient.

Emperor Xuantian was also displeased, and angrily reprimanded: "On the way to alchemy, you should refine the Xuandao, and focus on self (body shēn) attainment!"

"Even the Dark Alliance, which does all kinds of evil, has always followed this principle! Like you, it is really despicable to want to use the grade of the alchemy furnace as a means to win!

Alchemists do need alchemy furnaces, but they never rely too much, just like the warriors of Xiang Nan's era did with weapons.

Martial artists believe that cultivating Gang Qi, even if refining the body, is considered the right way, but those who want to rely on powerful weapons to improve their strength all their lives are all models of unearned gains, which is a sideline and opportunistic behavior.

In the ridicule and abuse of everyone, Na Bolan was extremely lost, he was at a turning point in his life path, and he himself was not sure if the path he was going to take next was the right one.

It is undeniable that today's reprimand of Emperor Xuantian has a deep-rooted impact on Bolan.

No one else knows this person's future achievements, but Xiang Nan knows it too well!

In the next 130,000 years, the powerful alliance of the Instrumentalists was created by this person.

It can also be said that Bolan was the first initiator of the birth of the entire martial arts civilization.

This is a sect master worthy of being remembered by history, but today, he is still a fledgling young man, and he only has the share of criticism in front of the Xuantian Emperor.

Who would have thought that in history, between the alternation of the two major civilizations, the last generation of masters, the Xuantian Emperor, and the first originator of the Wujia civilization, Bolan, would end up in this way of meeting.

Xiang Nan was dispatched.

He jumped straight into the field.

"Xuantian is the first seat, the younger generation is willing to dare to fight, this, please take a look. Xiang Nan didn't want to explain too much about his own (body shēn), so he directly threw one of the chapters of the "Treatise on Pills" left by Mo Ling to the Xuantian Emperor.

That Xuantian Emperor must know the goods.

At the same time, Xiang Nan also stopped Bolan, he patted Bolan on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Young man, don't give up, work hard towards your own dreams." ”

Na Bolan smiled bitterly: "Even the Xuantian First Seat doesn't recognize me, and I don't have confidence anymore." ”

Xiang Nan Zhengse said: "What others think, that's someone else's business, what you think you know, you must not give up, remember my words, believe in yourself!"

A glint flashed in Bolan's eyes, and he said excitedly: "Do you think...... Can I do it?"

Xiang Nan nodded vigorously: "Okay, you have to try it, right? If you give up your dream so easily, it's not a dream." ”

Bolan clenched his hands into fists with emotion: "Thank you brother for your encouragement! Don't worry, I have a big plan, I believe I will succeed." ”

Xiang Nan smiled slightly: "I believe it." ”

Of course he believed that Na Bolan's big plan was lying in Xiang Nan's Tower of Time at this time.

Dreams are like this, as long as one person approves, the dreamer will rush down without hesitation.

Even if it is a person's affirmation, it is of great significance to Bolan.

At the same time, the Xuantian Emperor put away the chapter, glanced at Xiang Nan deeply, and said, "You wrote it?"

Xiang Nan shook his head: "Don't dare, this is written by the younger family teacher." ”

Emperor Xuantian sighed: "The person who can write this kind of theory must be a genius that day, but unfortunately the old man will not live long, otherwise he will definitely come to visit." ”

Xiang Nandao: "The younger generation is not talented, I learned some subtle methods from the master, I hope to help us in the righteous path to get ahead, and I sincerely ask for the first approval." ”

The Xuantian Emperor pondered for a long time: "Yes." ”

Xiang Nan smiled confidently and walked in the direction of the Haiqiong Poison Master.

Seeing that there was a hairy boy walking on the other side, and the Dark Alliance was full of ridicule.

Even the Danshi Alliance was very optimistic about Xiang Nan, and he couldn't understand why the Xuantian Emperor would suddenly let such a young man die.

The Haiqiong poison master looked at Xiang Nan playfully, and said, "Little doll, I'm afraid that (milk nǎi) hasn't been broken, so I'll cut off my head?"

Xiang Nan smiled slightly: "Come on, come on, don't you have Bai Yan Burning Thunder?" Release it out for the young man to see, it just so happens that the young man also has a few divine thunders here. ”

"How many?" There was an uproar, followed by laughter.

The tears of laughter came out of the Haiqiong Poison Master: "Didn't you think wrong? It's not that all thunder and lightning are counted as the world-destroying god thunder, so ...... extinguish"

Xiang Nan raised a finger, and the flames of white flame and thunder danced endlessly at the tips of his fingers.

At this moment, everyone's mouths opened wide and they couldn't say a word.

Haiqiong Poison Master looked at Xiang Nan like a ghost, and said in shock: "This can't be ......."

Before he could say a word, Xiang Nan raised his middle finger, and Xuan Bing Cold Thunder jumped on his fingertips.

"Ah......" Poison Master Haiqiong took a few steps back in a row, and said in horror: "You ......"

Xiang Nan raised his ring finger, and the speed of light thunder crackled and jumped.

Immediately afterwards, Xiang Nan successively released his Void Divine Thunder, Falling Heavenly Thunder, and Yang Flame Divine Thunder......

The scene was fried all at once!

One person, six thunders!

Xiang Nan said in his heart, what are you afraid of, anyway, it is also a time fault, and he is not afraid of exposing his (body shēn) share after pretending to be compared, and he is not afraid that others will rob him of his divine thunder. In the era of faults, why not show (身shēn) his hand and make a splash.