Inverse Sword God

With the Jade Simplified Pill Prescription, it is much easier to refine the pill.

Many contestants can't wait to start refining medicine, they want to get a good ranking.

However, some people remain skeptical.

They didn't believe that the second round would be so simple, so they watched the jade bamboo pill over and over again.

However, no matter how you look at it.

"The detail control is useless, it's not like a fake." Song Qianqian put her cheek in her hand, thinking seriously.

"Hmph, no matter what the problem is, I can't be troubled!" Duan Fei was confident.

In the end, they all chose to start alchemy.

Fengyue Square became quiet again, everyone waited patiently and whispered to guess who would win.

In the stands, Meng Chuan and others focused their attention on the red-robed girl named He Nian, constantly analyzing her every movement.

"It's hard to believe that this is a fifteen-year-old boy, looking at her control of the stove and her habit of taking medicine."

"This proficiency has been at least several decades!"

"She must have a problem!"

These people are all pill masters, they work together to observe a person, and soon discovered the abnormality.

But these alone can't reveal her.

Meng Chuan sighed: "Although I don't know what her purpose is, I don't want the winner of the second round to fall on an unidentified person."

"Don't worry, President Meng, Lin Xuan will not lose." The old man Dique said with a smile.

"Huh! Duan Fei, as a third-rank inscription alchemist, is even more unlikely to lose!" Song Yunxing snorted coldly.

As these people talked, new changes took place in the square.

Bang!

In the quiet square, a low sound suddenly sounded.

Everyone looked up in doubt, and found black smoke from the pill furnace of a contestant on the stone platform above.

"What's the matter? What happened?"

"It looks like it's a fryer."

"Fryer?" Everyone looked strange, but when they discovered the identity of the disciple, their expressions became even stranger.

"That seems to be a disciple of Yaohuangyuan, why is it frying again?"

Everyone discovered this, and many people heard low laughter.

The people in the Yaohuangyuan suddenly turned dark. The storm in their fryer has not yet calmed down, and now they are frying again under the public.

"Trash, really trash!" Song Yunxing's lungs were almost exploding, and he whispered, "Who can tell me what's going on!"

The elders of the Yaohuang Academy around were also gloomy, they were silent, not knowing how to answer.

"Hehe, I think the level of your Medicine Imperial Academy is really bad, just close the door!" Wu Xiong, the Lord of the Third Palace, mocked mercilessly.

Everyone in the Yaohuangyuan flushed, and their hearts were all dead.

On the stone platform, the fryer disciple was also stunned, his eyes were hollow, and his mouth kept repeating.

"Impossible, I came according to the prescription, and I definitely can't be wrong!"

"How could this be……"

"Hahahaha! Sure enough, it's frying again!" Wu Shaoyu was gloating, "Your Yaohuangyuan is really a professional fryer."

The voice fell, only to hear another bang, and the sound of the fryer came from the stone platform again.

Wu Shaoyu's face was scorched, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared and became more and more ugly.

"Damn, what's the matter? My operation can't go wrong!"

"Your uncle's, it's all you! You passed the bad habit of the fryer to me, let the little master go away!" Wu Shaoyu roared frantically.

The crowd below was also stunned. Someone actually fryed the stove.

And the two are still next to each other. Could the fryer really be contagious?

"Huh, it seems that the disciples of King Pill Palace are not that good." Song Yunxing's expression was a little relieved, "The fryer seems to be Brother Wu's son?"

"I really don't know how Brother Wu teaches his juniors on weekdays?"

Song Yunxing finally found a chance to fight back, and the other elders of the Yaohuang Academy were also mocking.

"You..." The Lord of the Three Halls shivered in anger, and his big hands creaked.

"This is a shame!"

"Little bunny, see how I go back to clean up you!" The Lord of the Third Hall gritted his teeth.

When everyone was talking and making fun, the stone platform changed again.

Bang bang bang!

A series of voices sounded, like firecrackers, exploding in the sky.

Almost half of the contestants had a fryer phenomenon.

"This..." Everyone was blinded.

"There is a problem!" The old man Dique frowned.

If one or two people fry the stove, it must be that they are not good at learning, but if hundreds of people make mistakes together, this thing is strange.

"It seems that the second round is not as simple as imagined." The black heart elder not far away also flickered.

So many people fry the oven together, creating a huge noise, directly disturbing other contestants.

I feel that more and more people fail, and even the air is full of irritability and anxiety.

Bang!

Song Qianqian's pill furnace trembled, and black smoke came out.

"Failed?" She bit her lip, her face full of doubts.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, still holding a herbal medicine in his hand, which should have been put in at this moment.

However, he stopped moving.

He knew Song Qianqian's strength, and counted among the top five.

However, even she failed, this thing is too weird.

"Is there a problem with Dan Fang?" He thought of Dan Fang for the first time.

Because, not long ago, he also made a fake prescription, which caused a fryer incident in the Yaohuangyuan.

However, there are many kinds of fake pill recipes that can be fried, and Lin Xuan doesn't know which one it is now.

"It deserves to be the King of Pill Contest, it can deceive everyone!" Lin Xuan sighed in his heart.

He can only investigate a little bit to ensure that problems are found in the refining process.

Not long after, Shi Taishang heard another voice.

Duan Fei sat with a gloomy face, and in front of him was a waste pill.

"Damn it, what's the problem!" Scratching his hair hard, he read the prescription again.

The people below exclaimed: "Duan Fei is three Ming alchemists, and even he failed. It seems that this second round is much more difficult than imagined."

"There are five more people, I don't know if they can succeed at once?" Everyone began to look forward to it.

Among the five people still refining, Lin Xuan and the red-robed girl congratulate them.

The remaining three are the Ming Pill Masters of other forces. Because they were late in refining, I am afraid that they haven't gone wrong yet.

Nevertheless, these people's foreheads are already covered with sweat.

As time passed, some people started refining.

However, it didn't take long before a deep noise came from the air.

Looking at the broken medicine, the previous participant from the Imperial Academy of Medicine wanted to cry without tears.

"Damn, what a broken recipe! Laozi obviously refined it according to the above!" The disciple was unwilling and cursed frantically.

There were only two chances in the second round, so that disciple was eliminated.

Seeing his lonely figure walking down the stone platform, the rest of the contestants felt cold.

If they can’t find the problem within the stipulated time, they will be disqualified like that person