Rebirth of the Peerless Martial God

The 639th chapter Zhu Jin spurts blood

The lid of the alchemy furnace was opened and the results were announced. The voices of the ten judges announcing the results were very loud, and the monks of Zhongzhou College were quiet and waiting for the results at this moment.

The first alchemist who finished the refining did not exceed everyone's expectations. He refined a furnace of the best wound healing pills, and the number was also very good, with 35 pieces.

But with such a result, obviously there is no possibility of competing for the first place.

Because that Beizhou alchemist was disturbed and the elixir was scrapped, this alchemist would not be at the bottom.

Then, a series of surprises, even five alchemists have refined a spirit-level pill!

Yang Teng looked at these alchemists in surprise. It stands to reason that his knack for refining spirit-level pills could not be spread to other states so quickly. It seems that he underestimated the alchemists in other states.

No one can stand on the occasion of the Tianwu Continent Discussion Pill Conference!

The spirit-level pills refined by these five alchemists differed in quantity and type, and took different time to synthesize, so it was possible to tell who won and who lost at once.

Continuing to announce the following results, because of time constraints, alchemists cannot refine higher-level pill, so they can only work hard at the level. Most alchemists refine spirit-level pill.

Before announcing the results, many alchemists were confident, thinking that they would be able to make a spirit-level pill, and they would be able to secure the winning ticket. Now it seems that the outcome is only between the first line, and there is often one more pill in a pot. Will lead several opponents.

The judges came to Zhu Jin's alchemy furnace.

Zhu Jin had a faint smile on his face. Hearing the various results in front, he was already sure of winning.

Glancing at Yang Teng, Zhu Jin said contemptuously: "Boy, aren't you very prestigious, let you see the pill that I refined today!"

A judge opened the lid of the alchemy furnace, and a strong breath came to his face. Pale golden light filled the alchemy furnace.

I've seen it many times before, and the judge knew that Zhu Jin's refining was definitely a spirit-level pill.

"Spirit-level healing pills, forty-five!"

As soon as the judgment was spoken, there was a burst of exclamation.

"What! I heard you right, Brother Zhu has refined forty-five spirit-level wound healing pills in this furnace!"

"Brother Zhu must be the top spot in this year's alchemy conference! No one can grab this top spot with Brother Zhu!"

"Brother Zhu is mighty!"

The monks of Zhongzhou College cheered in unison, as if Zhu Jin had already won the first place.

In fact, it was exactly the same. The number of pills made by the alchemists in the front was only 38, which was seven fewer than Zhu Jin's 45.

No one gains a huge advantage in time, but Zhu Jin stands out in number.

Zhu Jin held up his chest and raised his head, "Yang Teng, no matter how many spirit-gathering pills you refine, you can't compete with me. I'm going to decide the top name of this year's alchemy conference!"

Yuan Zheng's face next to Yang Teng was a bit ugly. He also refined a spirit-level pill, but he knew that the number of his own spirit-level healing pills could not be compared with Zhu Jin.

It seems that this battle for the title has come to an end, and no one can stop Zhu Jin from winning the championship.

Yang Teng smiled, "I said, before the last moment, you must never jump to conclusions. You want to judge the winner or lose, but you still need to see the result. Have you forgotten what happened to the strange stones in the world? Haven't your face been swollen!"

The corners of Zhu Jin's mouth twitched slightly, and Yang Teng revealed the short in public, which made him lose face.

"Yang Teng! You don't need to be arrogant, wait until you open your alchemy furnace, and see what else you have to say! I don't believe you can make a treasure-level spirit gathering pill! If you can make a treasure-level spirit gathering pill, I agree Now!" Zhu Jin said gritted his teeth.

"Thank you for a few judges." Yang Teng was too lazy to pay attention to Zhu Jin, facts are the best way to make a big face.

A judge came to the front of the Panlong furnace, carefully observed the Panlong furnace, and praised: "This alchemy furnace is very good, not to mention the pill inside, this alchemy furnace can definitely win the first name."

"What's the use of that? The best alchemy furnace depends on whose hands it is in the hands of a waste, what high-level pill can be refined! It is a waste of such an alchemy furnace." Zhu Jin sneered. Tao.

"Zhu Jin, then please open your dog's eyes and see clearly. If the pill that I refined today is not better than yours, I will swallow this alchemy furnace on the spot!" Yang Teng was also angry, and he didn't bother to pay attention to Zhu Jin. This ignorant thing actually got an inch, I really thought I was afraid of him!

"Okay, then quickly turn on the alchemy furnace, I'm still waiting to watch the life swallowing alchemy furnace." Zhu Jin yelled, looking impatient.

Yang Teng snorted coldly: "If the pill I refined is stronger than yours, we will calculate the old and new accounts together. I am going to make a decision for your dog's life!"

Zhu Jin was afraid that Yang Teng would mention this. After losing the gambling, he ran away secretly. The most feared thing was to meet Yang Teng again, but met at the Pill Conference, but the two were still next to each other. This is the enemy's narrow road.

The judge didn't give the two people time to quarrel and opened the Panlong furnace.

A strange light radiated from the Panlong furnace, and the faint fragrance that was different from any pill came oncoming, making the judges immediately intoxicated.

When he saw the pill in the Panlong furnace clearly, his face suddenly became very exciting.

"What kind of medicine is this!" The judge exclaimed, greeted the other judges to come over.

Zhu Jin looked at the Panlong Furnace in surprise, and he knew what kind of tricks Yang Teng had done. The elixir he prepared was clearly the elixir for refining the Spirit Gathering Pill, could it become another pill?

If that were the case, Yang Teng would be disqualified immediately. It was cheating, and the Lundan Conference would never allow such things to happen.

"Fake pill! God! It is actually a fake pill. I am not mistaken. I am fortunate enough to see the fake pill in this life!" A judge looked at Panlong furnace excitedly, his voice trembling and shouted With.

Fake pill! Hearing these words, the powerhouses off the court rushed in, even the king of Zhongzhou couldn't avoid the vulgarity, and came to the front of the Panlong furnace in a few steps.

Venerable Zilou looked slightly excited, but he didn't have the kind of ecstasy, as if he had long expected Yang Teng to be able to refine a fake pill.

Yi Hua grabbed Yang Teng's arm and said, "Junior Brother Yang, this is the big surprise you said? It really is a big surprise! This year's alchemy conference, you are the first name! No matter how powerful someone calls it, you can't grab it. Your first name!"

As he said, his eyes swept across Zhu Jin's face with contempt.

Zhu Jin's expression was dull, and he looked at Panlong furnace stupidly. Of course he knew what a fake medicine was.

But doesn't this kind of pill only exist in legends? It is said that from ancient times to the present, there are only a few fake pill.

Yang Teng actually refined a fake pill?

impossible!

But there are so many powerful people who surround the Beaulieu Furnace, and they can't stop their admiration.

King Zhongzhou personally picked up a fake pill and showed it to everyone.

Half golden and half red sandalwood, the two colors are perfectly combined, but they seem to be pinched together abruptly. It feels absurd, both real and so illusory.

"Although this king does not know alchemy, he feels a powerful and majestic force from this pill. This should be an extremely powerful pill." King Zhongzhou said.

"Yes, this is a fake pill. I have seen the introduction of fake pill in many pill classics. There is no mistake." A master alchemy master from Xizhou said very positively.

"It is indeed a fake pill. I did not expect that there will be a fake pill at today's alchemy conference. It is really rare. It is not too much to describe it as a rare occurrence in thousands of years. There have only been a few in the history of alchemy for millions of years. Fake pill. On average, it takes almost a million years to see a fake pill. Today, the little brother from Dongzhou actually produced six fake pill in one furnace. His name is destined to Written into the history of alchemy in Tianwu Continent!"

The person who spoke was Zhong Liqing, the most famous alchemy master in Zhongzhou, and his words could fully represent all alchemy masters.

There is no doubt that at this year's Alchemy Conference, the first name must be Yang Teng.

Not to mention that six counterfeit pills were produced in one furnace. Even if there is only one, Yang Teng's name will be recorded in the history of alchemy just like the predecessors who produced counterfeit pills for millions of years.

Once this result came out, there was no need to continue to look at the achievements of the remaining alchemists.

The most advanced pill can be compared with fake pill.

Unless someone refines a god-level pill, it's a pity that it's impossible.

No one in Tianwu Continent can refine a god-level pill.

Isn't it a big joke for a master who can refine a god-level pill to participate in the pill conference?

Yuan Zheng, who was next to Yang Teng, looked ashamed and had nothing to say when he lost to Zhu Jin. Who could have made more medicines than himself.

But losing to Yang Teng, he felt too inexplicable. He remembered clearly that the elixir prepared by Yang Teng was to refine the Spirit Gathering Pill. How could it become a fake pill in the end?

What happened in this?

Could it be that the fake pill is the result of the abnormal change of the spirit-gathering pill?

Yuan Zheng was puzzled.

Zhu Jin on the other side was still satisfied just now, the first name was already in his hands, and it was impossible for anyone to **** him.

Why he has such confidence, he knows best in his heart.

Before he started refining, he still couldn't find the state, and he couldn't calm his mind. That state of alchemy would definitely destroy a pot of elixir.

At the critical moment, the totem statue lowered the holy light, allowing him to quickly stabilize his state and exert his super powers. In one fell swoop, he refined forty-five spirit-level healing pills. Zhu Jin felt that he would win.

Who can fight against the Totem Statue of the Twelve Ancestors, here is Zhongzhou College, the territory of the Twelve Ancestors!

Anyone who dares to provoke on the territory of the Twelve Ancestors will be destined to be broken into pieces!

Fake pill! This **** Dongzhou boy, intentionally or unintentionally, actually refined the legendary fake pill!

Zhu Jin was not convinced. He felt that this was an accident. If it was repeated again, Yang Teng would never be able to refine a fake pill.

why! Why did Yang Teng even give him a blow at the Pill Conference?

Everything was ruined, and when he felt that he was bound to win the first name, Zhu Jin couldn't help but feel a little ecstatic. He owed 200 million Spirit Gathering Pills. As long as he won the first name in the Pill Conferencing Conference, his reputation would immediately soar. How many Spirit Gathering Pills do not have.

A few days ago, the humiliation suffered by the strange stones in the world will also be washed away.

Everything is ruined now, his life is ruined in the hands of this **** Dongzhou kid!

Zhu Jin's eyes were black.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and then fell straight to the ground, unconscious.