After a few days ago, a symbolic gold coin was paid, and in addition to strolling in Linjiang City in the past few days, Yi Ran was studying refining in the inn.

Although it is a strolling, it is actually mixed in various commercial auction houses, find some spiritual grass required for refining agents or elixir.

In these days, Yiran has left the figure in almost all small markets in Linjiang City, and has purchased many third -order and fourth -order spirit grass.

And he also left a lot of reputation in these markets, because he was very atmospheric to buy Lingcao, and he would not bargain like other people at hand.

More importantly, after buying Lingcao on the same day, Yi Ran will have a very high -quality pharmacy for sale on the second day, and then continue to buy Lingcao with the earning silver money.

However, in just a few days, as long as these underlying markets are the shops that are the business of pills, they all know that Iran is like this.

One after another, the young people who have been able to refine the fourth -order pharmaceuticals have come to participate in the pharmacist contest.

Today, the Refinessian Contest will be held. Many shop owners pay more attention to Yi Ran, not only because they make them a lot of money in just a few days.

It ’s because of the participants over the years, almost no age Yi Ran, and it will be highlighted as if it is a group of chickens.

It's just that in their anxious waiting, when they saw the young man in a vegetarian clothes slowly, these shopkeepers also stunned on the spot.

In their imagination, you should be like a group of chickens, but now they look like chickens.

In order to show their strength and medicine, all the pharmacists present were meticulous wearing their own robes, for fear that others would not see the green spirit grass on their chests.

But this young man is wearing a plain clothes and walking in those people in the pharmacist. It can really be said to be incompatible.

It's like a bunch of rich people mixed with a beggar. Even if the rich people don't target beggars, their eyes alone are enough to make the beggars feel sad.

Just like at this moment, they watched Yi Ran, a young man who did not wear a robe, and even had no magic and mental power fluctuations on his eyes. In his eyes, he was indifferent and ridiculous.

In their opinion, your kid wants to be unique and does not wear a robe, then you have succeeded to attract the attention of many people.

But you have no magic and spiritual power fluctuations in your body, but that is shameful.

Naturally, they will not believe that this younger guy will surpass their "seniors" who are more than a teenager.

This kind of unreasonable contest seems to appear this kind of public guy every year.

The elderly who have participated in several times have long seen it, and they are too lazy to look at it.

Even the shopkeepers who are optimistic about Yi Ran have given birth to a lot of anxiety after seeing Yi Ran, and I suspect that I have seen the wrong person.

Perhaps these potions were not made by him. The "bold and wealth" of these days was to attract them today to build momentum for themselves.

Spending money can make yourself famous. Whether it is good or notorious, some people seem to be a steady earning sale.

Thinking of this, those shopkeepers were not only interested, but even looked at Yi Ran's eyes and lost their original goodwill.

It was just that no one noticed that after entering the game venue among the Refinery Army, Yi Ran's eyes became no sadness and no joy.

When you come to participate in the refining contest, you are to learn and communicate, not to say that you will refine it.

After a while, even the giant squares that Iran felt unable to cover, it has been full of countless pharmacists.

Looking at the tables in front of you and the brushes and strokes placed on it, you don't need to think about the first level of this competition. The first level of this competition should be Wenbi, that is, the theory of refining medicine.

Those pharmacists who have participated in the competition have long been accustomed to it, and they are familiar with the process of the competition.

After everyone stood, a group of servants wearing the same clothes, holding a stack of silk paper in their hands and walked through the field, distributed silk paper to each table.

After the servants were exited all of them, there was a strong spiritual power covering the audience, and a sound appeared in everyone's ear.

"The theory of refining the first level, the silk paper is recorded on the recently obtained four -order prescriptions. The prescriptions are incomplete, and there are two tails of spirit grass that lack the required component.

"The requirements of this level, write the names of the two lacking grass on the silk paper in front of the paper and the amount of the total four -flavored spirit grass."

The whole audience was uproar.

Even Yi Ran was in shock. It was really the spiritual power of the spiritual magician, which was too terrible, deserved to the name of Fa Ling.

Yi Ran's spiritual power is far beyond the ordinary peak of the great magic instructor, and it still cannot cover the entire field.

The magician who presided over the contest can clearly pass the sound to every contestant. How can this gap be a slightest plan?

As for those who have been used to such scenes and have many experiences who have participated in the competition, the shock is not the strength of the sound owner, but the difficulty of this first level test!

Countless people are blank, and they don't understand why this difficulty this year will be so high.

Some people looked around and found that the people all turned out to show their general expression, and finally asked loudly with confidence.

"Senior, this year's test is too high! The fourth -order pharmaceuticals will not exceed six spirit grass, but now most of them are missing. These prescriptions should position waste products!"

The words are not high but Zhen Zhen has a word. After hearing it, several people around him immediately started to concentrate.

Only a few people watched coldly, watching those who were coaxing seemed to look at the jumping beam clown.

Sure enough, it hasn't waited for the tendency to spread, and it is another sound of voices.

The sound in the front is a mental passage, but this sound expands his words to the extent that he can hear.

"The coquetr, all the ears of the head of the head cancel the qualifications."

As soon as the words fell, the servant of the silk paper immediately became cruel, and walked through the "please" refiners who had just had a high toe in the field.

When a pharmacist was invited out, he was still reluctant to put down the shelf and scolded loudly:

"What Dog Day The Refinessian Contest is that your Lin Jiangcheng's self -deceiving drama and expel our foreign pharmacist, and you can win the head plan.

The more powerful this pharmacist is, the more he has made his statement as a fact. Under the "support" of the two servants, he is constantly breaking away from it.

Until the moment he was brought out of the field, he suddenly heard a ridicule in his ear:

"It's really embarrassing for an alchemist like you. Who cares about half-baked alchemists like you? There is only one champion in the competition. There will be one more contestant than you, but one less than you."

After hearing these words, the alchemist calmed down instantly, and then realized how stupid he was.

The two servants beside him also had no good feelings towards this guy and said coldly:

"Since it's a competition, there can only be one winner. You can't even pass the first level. Even if you have the fourth-level alchemy skill, your eye sockets are extremely shallow."

Faced with the contempt of the servants, the alchemist with the fourth-level alchemy skill knew his problem but still refused to bow his head.

After the two servants sent him off the field, he looked at the servants leaving and said fiercely:

"I want to see who can write down the weight of the incomplete two-flavored spiritual grass and the four-flavored spiritual grass!"

Soon there were hundreds of people standing around the alchemist, and everyone's face was filled with anger.

Each of their robes was embroidered with four-leaf green grass, and a few of them had five leaves of green grass on their chests!

Their eyes were extremely cold, and when they looked at the contestants who were bowing their heads and thinking in the arena, there was an undetectable indifferent smile on their lips.

"We want to see how you can restore such a prescription!"

Next to the strong man whose strength had definitely reached the level of martial arts, a ten-foot-long incense was lit. Although the incense was long, it burned very quickly.

Wu Ling’s second voice echoed throughout the audience:

"You have one stick of incense to think about, and finally compare the answers you wrote with the spiritual herbs that I, Cao Cheng, the president of Linjiang City Alchemist Guild, have completed."

"If there are exactly the same ones, then all of them will enter the second level. If not, then the hundred closest people will be eliminated and enter the second level."

As soon as these words came out, the alchemists outside the arena sneered again and again, and all kinds of sneers and taunts came one after another.

"It turns out that this is Lin Jiangcheng's purpose. It's really the greatest absurdity in the world. For such a rigorous method as alchemy, there is still a way to take the opinions of the first hundred people without the correct answer."

"Hmph, I don't think there is any need to hold Lin Jiangcheng's alchemist competition anymore. It's just embarrassing, let's go."

A middle-aged man who was older than forty or thirty-eight or nineteen flicked his beard and looked at the contestants who were bowing their heads in thought in the arena, but did not turn around and leave like the others.

Then he said angrily: "I just want to see how Lin Jiangcheng wants to kill us by holding such an alchemist competition."

As the middle-aged man finished speaking, many of the people who were about to leave stopped.

Just because this middle-aged man is named Song Tang, there is not only a five-leaf green grass on his robe, but also six red leaves and nine silver stars.

At the age of forty, he possesses the peak level of cultivation of a Grand Mage and fifth-level alchemy skills. His future can be said to be limitless.

It was because of his talent and strength that he was so arrogant. After seeing the question, he decisively concluded that it was impossible to accomplish.

Otherwise, given his status, he would not have just quit the game. You must know that he was not invited out, but walked out on his own.

Several people who were similar in age to Song Tang and were acquaintances stopped after hearing what Song Tang said, turned around and saluted Song Tang with his hands in front of his chest.
Chapter completed!