Zhou Fuyao glanced around the square and didn't find another acquaintance, he really didn't have many acquaintances in Daying City, Ying Cheng, Ying Xiang and Ying Yu all went out, Ying Shuang is now in the boudoir to be married, naturally she won't come to watch the game, and she doesn't like this kind of lively and noisy scene very much, so Zhou Fuyao's family and friend group is only Qing 13 and Xiaoyun.

As the big day gradually moved up, the number of people in the square gradually increased, and contestants from all walks of life also appeared. Under the prompting of the guide, Zhou Fuyao entered the competition venue and came to the area of No. 7. Just as he was looking at the one-third of an acre of land that belonged to him, he suddenly felt something, and saw a group of disciples wearing the costumes of the Witch Palace Spirit Hall walking towards the inner circle together, and their eyes swept strangely from Zhou Fuyao's body. It can be said that the position of this inner circle is basically occupied by the disciples of the Spirit Hall of the Witch Palace, and in previous years, the disciples of the Spirit Hall also signed up for the alchemy competition first, and then it was the turn of other ordinary disciples of the Witch Palace, and this year was no exception.

"This is Zhou Fuyao!" One of the slightly thinner Spirit Hall disciples in this group of Spirit Hall disciples looked at Zhou Fuyao and whispered to several young monks next to him who were also disciples of the Spirit Palace.

It is said that Mr. Ying Hai signed up for him, so he was at the front...... It should be him. One of the slightly shorter Spirit Hall disciples glanced at Zhou Fuyao deeply with both envious and jealous eyes, and then said in a sour tone. Ying Hai usually lectures in the Spirit Palace, since Ying Hai was promoted to an alchemy master, his class has become a popular course in the Spirit Palace, but Ying Hai's lectures always appear at the specified time, and he will leave on time when the end time comes. No Spirit Hall disciple had ever been able to receive additional guidance from him, let alone someone like Zhou Fuyao who could receive Ying Hai's guidance all day long. So these people are envious, jealous, and hateful of Zhou Fuyao! Of course, what they envy and envy is that Ying Hai can guide Zhou Fuyao at any time, and what they hate is that they are not Ying Hai's nephew. I can't enjoy such special treatment.

"Can't be wrong, I've seen Zhou Fuyao's portrait once, it should be him!" a round-faced spiritual temple monk stared at Zhou Fuyao and said to the others.

The other Spirit Hall disciples heard that this slightly shorter Spirit Hall monk confirmed Zhou Fuyao's identity, and their gaze at Zhou Fuyao became more and more different. They also knew that among the few people, the round-faced monk was a little well-informed, and he said that it was Zhou Fuyao, so naturally he couldn't be wrong.

"Did you see Zhou Fuyao's portrait when he was kidnapped a few days ago?" the disciple of the Spirit Palace, who was slightly taller, asked casually. Win the sea and go to sea to search and rescue Zhou Fuyao for a few days. Originally, they were going to give a lecture in the Spirit Hall, but because of Zhou Fuyao, the class temporarily changed the time, so they knew about Zhou Fuyao's abduction.

"Yes, that's at that time! That portrait is far less handsome than a real person, and when I see a real person, I feel that Zhou Fuyao looks quite handsome this time! Isn't he a cultivator of the Zhou Palace's physical exercises? Why is he so delicate......" The round-faced Spirit Hall disciple touched his chin and said strangely.

"No, Zhou Gong is not only a physical cultivator, maybe he is practicing spells. The slightly thinner Spirit Hall disciple glanced at the round-faced Spirit Hall disciple from the side. Said a little strangely.

"What do you know! You group only know that you bury your head in alchemy every day, and you don't know that so many things have happened in this Great Win City, if it weren't for the First Expedition of the Protoss attacking the Great Win City, a few of you would still be retreating for alchemy. There is really no joy in life...... Tell me for yourselves, what other pleasures do you have in your life besides alchemy?" the round-faced monk whispered with a bored expression on his face. The vast majority of these people are Dan idiots. Usually basically all the time is spent on alchemy and cultivation, and the news from the outside world is also very closed. Therefore, it is not clear that Da Ying City has recently opened a ring for the order disciples of various factions to compete.

"Don't whet our appetite, kid!" the taller Spirit Hall disciple patted the round-faced monk on the shoulder. Speak.

"You don't know, Zhou Fuyao defeated the Winning Zichen of the Spirit Hall some time ago......" The round-faced monk raised his eyebrows. And then he added, "I was there at the time...... This week, Fuyao practiced the practice of the Eight Classics of the Buzhou Palace, relying on a stick to catch Ying Zichen's double knife, and in the end, although he took a little skill and turned defeat into victory, it was also a wonderful game. ”

This round-faced spiritual temple monk also thinks that the fire dragon that Zhou Fu Yao controls zhì in the end is also suspected of cheating, but the winner is the king, and the loser is the coward. Treasures such as magic weapons, charms, etc. are all part of their own strength, so Zhou Fuyao won like that, and this round-faced monk didn't have much to say, just because Ying Zicheng was also a spiritual temple monk, Zhou Fuyao's victory and victory in Zichen made him lose face a little.

"Indeed, it's a bit strange for a body refining cultivator to look like this. The slightly thinner Spirit Hall monk nodded, and said while looking Zhou Fuyao up and down with his eyes. Although most of the physical cultivators are masculine and handsome, there are really not many who are as delicate as Zhou Fuyao.

"He may be very good at refining his body, but alchemy is not necessarily good, the fifty positions in this inner circle are an honor, I hope he can be worthy of his number. The slightly taller Spirit Hall monk also looked at Zhou Fuyao with a little jealousy and said.

Zhou Fuyao looked at the strange eyes of a few people who were not thrown over, although he was a little strange in his heart, but he still nodded slightly at a few people, but he didn't say anything more.

The disciples of the Spirit Hall saw Zhou Fuyao nodding at them, and they all nodded politely, these people didn't talk about Zhou Fuyao anymore, their eyes swept over Xiao Zhu who was standing next to Zhou Fuyao, and their eyes didn't stay on Xiao Zhu, but went directly towards the area where they were. Xiao Zhu looked like an ordinary person at this time, and the flame mark on his forehead also disappeared at this time, and was not revealed outside his body.

Although this group of Spirit Hall disciples of the Witch Palace was also in the innermost circle, they were not ranked in the front, but in a position twenty miles away. There are fifty positions in this innermost circle, and in previous years, all of these positions were occupied by the disciples of the Spirit Palace, and only this year Zhou Fuyao was inserted into the outlier.

With the arrival of this group of Spirit Hall disciples, more and more Spirit Hall disciples entered the competition venue one after another, and most of these disciples looked at Zhou Fuyao with strange eyes. The alchemy monks in this inner circle also represent the highest alchemy skills in the Wu Palace, in previous years, all the fifty positions in this inner circle were all disciples in the Spirit Hall in accordance with the usual points in the Spirit Hall and shot in order, each position is an honor, but this year, Zhou Fuyao, an outsider, was inserted, which did make some of the monks in the Spirit Hall feel a little abrupt, but this is the face of Ying Hai, and everyone is not easy to say.

Zhou Fuyao was also accustomed to these strange glances, so he simply closed his eyes and began to recuperate.

"You are Zhou Fuyao!" Suddenly, a not very friendly voice sounded in Zhou Fuyao's ears.

Zhou Fuyao frowned slightly, looked towards the source of the voice, and saw a handsome young man with a pair of unusually eye-catching sword eyebrows holding his hands on his chest and looking at him coldly.

"Are you?" Zhou Fuyao's brows had already twisted into a small pimple, and he looked at the young man and asked.

"Boy, I'm Leng Hao of the Spirit Hall of the Witch Palace! What I want to sue you is: This No. 7 was originally mine, but because of you, I was ranked No. 8! Although you have a relationship with Teacher Yinghai, if the elixir you refine is worse than mine, then I will beat you up fiercely, and I will have this evil breath in my heart!" The handsome man named Leng Hao looked at Zhou Fuyao and said coldly.

"Was this position originally arranged?" Zhou Fuyao didn't care about the malice in Leng Hao's tone, but asked a little strangely.

"Yes, according to the practice of previous years, the fifty positions in this inner circle were originally sorted according to the level of points in the Spirit Palace, these positions represent the top level among the young generation of Wu Palace Alchemy, the higher the number, the greater the potential of this person, and the more attention the Wu Palace attaches to it, but because of you and me, we have been squeezed from No. 7 to No. 8. I know that you have received special guidance from Teacher Ying Hai, but that doesn't mean that your level is very strong, so you'd better be able to refine an elixir that satisfies me, otherwise, I will make you look good!" The man's face was gloomy, and the cold light in his eyes surged, only to see him clenching his fists, his knuckles crackling, and threatened Zhou Fuyao.

"Whether I have the strength to sit in this position, when the alchemy competition is over, you will naturally know. At that time, you will definitely not be disappointed!" Zhou Fuyao squinted his eyes and looked at the man expressionlessly. Zhou Fuyao naturally would not retreat and compromise, he also believed in his own strength, there were not many monks of the same level who could refine the second-grade pill.

"You'd better be able to get me to approve of it, otherwise my fist will definitely not be covered. The man gave Zhou Fuyao another vicious look before turning around and walking towards Area 8.

"No wonder so many people look at me weirdly!"

Zhou Fuyao finally understood in his heart, why these disciples of the Spirit Hall were a little hateful when they looked at themselves, because of him, the order of these Spirit Hall disciples was put back with a serial number, of course, it would cause dissatisfaction among these people. However, Zhou Fuyao didn't think much about it, whether he has the ability to rank seventh or not, it is not these people who have the final say, but rely on his own strength, how his strength is, when the game starts, these people will know. (To be continued......)