Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"This is impossible, it can't be a perfect pill. He doesn't have this strength. These two pill must be fake." Seeing the two pill, he turned pale and sweated like rain. , Talking to himself.

The judges did not care about the desperate desperation, and sent the pill prepared by the two to the judges' seat.

"One perfect spirit gathering pill is as valuable as six middle-grade refinement pills, and two perfect gathering spirit pills are much more valuable than six middle-grade refinement pills." Several judges discussed in the judges’ table. After a while, the results reached a consensus and Hua Yu Zong won.

The value of this pill can be clearly distinguished by any knowledgeable warrior without having to think too much.

After getting an affirmative answer, the referee held up two perfect spirit gathering pills and said loudly: "In the first match, Hua Yuzong...win!"

Hearing this result, Zhang Chongtian glared bitterly at the desperate look on the stage, with a murderous look in his eyes.

Qin Ming smiled slightly, looked at Qing Yan who came by, and said, "Congratulations."

"Fortunately, not humiliating the mission." Qing Yan wiped the sweat from his head and said excitedly.

Jue Wuya said in amazement: "Old Qing, when will you be able to refine the perfect pill, why are you hiding it?"

"A fluke, a fluke." Qing Yan sat in a chair, all relaxed. The pressure was too much just now. Fortunately, two pills were issued. If only one was made, he would lose.

And the desperate person on the stage, after the announcement of the result of the match, was still in despair, muttering to himself, muttering: "Impossible, impossible..."

"Go and bring him back, ashamed." Zhang Chongtian waved and said.

Two warriors walked out from behind Zhang Chongtian, came up to the stage and carried them back like a dead dog, and threw them on the chair at will.

Zhang Chongtian looked at Qin Ming and said bitterly: "Don't be proud, won't you just win a match? There are two more! You wait and see."

"I think one more match is enough." Qin Ming glanced at Zhang Chongtian obliquely, and said lightly.

"It's really not ashamed!" An old man in a white gown walked up, looked at Qin Ming contemptuously, and said, "The next time the old man will come in person."

After speaking, the old man stepped onto the stage of the competition, standing with his hands behind him, like a master.

"It's him, that's the pill saint, the strongest alchemy master in the pill alliance."

"Wow! It's really a pill sage, a pill sage who can refine a nine-tier pill, it's really eye-opening, this time it's not a loss."

"Pill Sage, Sage of Pill Dao, standing on the top of Pill Dao, who can win this kind of person? Huayu Sect, it's miserable."

As soon as the old man stood on the fighting platform, the noise of many warriors' discussions went straight into the sky.

In the audience, representatives of several major families also made a sound of shock when they saw the old man on stage.

"Pill Saint? I think Poison Saint is about the same." Yang Quan sneered.

"Although this person has a bad reputation, his pill refining strength is truly unparalleled in the world, and his ability to refining poison pill is unparalleled in the world." The Third Young Master You Family did not have a cynical expression on his face, his face was solemn.

"In this competition, Hua Yuzong lost. I have to say that although the Pill Alliance likes to bully others, they do monopolize the pill market of the entire Daxia Dynasty." A teenager said lightly, shaking his fan.

"Isn't your Yan Sect monopolizing the refining market, why? Now that I am envious of others?" Yang Quan mocked, seeing this young man in a mess, he was in a bad mood.

"At least we don't bully others." The young man put away his fan and raised his eyebrows.

Yang Quan whispered: "That's not necessarily true."