The Steward Demonic Emperor - Chapter 139

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"Oh my god, what's going on? Master Song, who was able to recover even the medicine that has been completely destroyed, failed this time for the first time in three rounds of competition. Is it really like Yan Lao said? , Master Song, can't he refine Wupindan at all? "

On the display stand, Zhuo Fan spread his palms to reveal the black paint and ash, and Xiaoya couldn't help yelling. But her voice just fell, and a sharp sword stared at her fiercely.

Leng Buding shivered, Xiaoya looked at Zhuo Fan with some fear, and then shut her mouth. But her yelling was heard by everyone present.

For a time, everyone couldn't stop tightening, looking sympathetically and worriedly in Zhuofan's direction.

Everyone on the landlord's stage looked at him nervously. Since the beginning of the Baidan event, the Poison Hand Medicine King has been squeezed, and the arrogant arrogance has been suppressed, which is completely suppressed by Zhuo Fan.

If Zhuo Fan loses, who can be the opponent of Poison Hand Medicine King?

Tao Daniang? Oh, although she is a veritable sixth-grade alchemist, but unfortunately, his poisonous medicine Wang Yansong has never looked at her.

At this moment, it is well known that the only confidant of the poison hand medicine king is Zhuo Fan, a peerless genius who masters the secret techniques of ancient alchemy. As long as Zhuo Fan is removed, he is a veritable Tianyu No.1, unmatched!

Suddenly, people all looked at Zhuofan with a look of eagerness, even those who came here at first, but just wanted to find some good alchemy masters to return to the family, couldn't help to balance their hearts, and inclined to Zhuofan side.

It is a pity that such a genius alchemist lost his game because of his cultivation practice.

However, reality is reality. Since the first failure of alchemy, Zhuo Fan's face has become gray and immobile. It seems that he has suffered an unbearable blow and is completely desperate.

Alas, poor child!

Off the field, there were already young women who could not help crying. Poison Hand Medicine King is sneering, no longer to see Zhuo Fan, a loser who has completely lost his fighting spirit, concentrates on alchemy.

The fire of Yuanli in the hand was burning fiercely, and all the liquid medicines in the fire quickly coagulated and turned into a prototype of a panacea. Seeing that soon, the magic pill of the poisonous hand medicine king would be refined, and Tao Danniang couldn't help but anxiously hurriedly plucked the recipe for refining.

It is a pity that all her medicinal materials have just been refined into medicinal liquids, and it is estimated that it is too late to condense into a pill body, and the poisonous hand medicine king has been successfully refined.

This situation is extremely dangerous. Chu Qingcheng, they did not care about the poor, Zhuo Fan, who was already depressed, turned to look at Tao Danniang and the poisonous hand medicine king. A thick layer of sweat oozed out of the head, and two fists were gripped nervously. .

"Hahaha ... The old man was done. Now, the third round of Dan champion and the kid's head are all old men." Finally, Tao Daniang had just condensed into the prototype of the Dan body, the king of the poison drug king. The laugh was already ringing.

In a blink of an eye, the pill in the flaming flame of the poisonous hand medicine king's hand has already given off a crystal-like luster, and he will become a pill immediately in the next moment. No one can stop his pace.

"Huh, if you want to defeat the old man, you are still a few hundred years earlier." The poison hand medicine king shouted, excited as never before.

It's not easy, the first two rounds were pressed by the **** little animal, and it wasn't until now that the true skills of the old man could be exerted.

Seeing that the panacea in his hand will be completely transformed into Wupin Lingdan in one breath, the mouth of the poisonous medicine king's mouth is wider and wider, even more happy than when he successfully refined Qipin Lingdan for the first time.

In the distance, Huang Puqingyun nodded with satisfaction when he saw this scene.

Tao Danniang gritted her teeth fiercely and sighed unwillingly. Chu Qingcheng and others on the landlord's platform clenched their fists, but there was only helplessness and resentment in their eyes.

Everything seems to have settled, there is no possibility of turning. The Poison Hand Medicine King will become the third round of the Champions League competition, the last move to seize the treasure of Huayulou's townhouse, Bodhi Fibre.

In the meantime, no one can stop him!

Huayulou, after this round, the defeat has been decided ...

Ah sneeze!

Suddenly, I don't know who sneezed a big sneeze, resounding through the audience. Immediately afterwards, a bang made a loud noise, and the flame in the hand of the Poison Master was exploding.

Poison hand medicine king one inattentive, beard and eyebrows instantly scorched black. Together with the panacea in his hand, it was completely reduced to ashes!

Uh!

All of a sudden, everyone froze and looked at each other, all of which were unknown. Why is it so good that this old immortality medicine exploded?

As the poison master of Tianyu, the first alchemist of Tianyu, he should not have made such a mistake.

The body shivered uncontrollably. The Poison Hand Potion King stiffened his body and slowly turned his head. His face had been completely replaced by the color of anger that seemed to eat cannibalism.

And the place he looked at was Zhuo Fan's position not far from him.

Looking in his eyes, people suddenly found out that Zhuo Fan at this time had completely lost his former gloomy face, but instead had a sly smile on the corner of his mouth. Under his nostrils, two blue mucus hung straight down, I don't know what it was.

hiss!

Sucking the nose fiercely, sucking the two mucus into the nostrils, Zhuo Fancan rubbed his nose with a smile, and apologized: "Hehehe ... sorry, Elder Yan, recently ... I feel cold ! "

Bang Bang Bang!

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's eyes shattered, and his face was fiercely pumped. I wondered whether to cry or laugh. In the end, I could only cry or laugh.

Master Song, what you are looking for is too ridiculous. It is even more difficult than the previous reason of the poison hand medicine king! Cultivators, how can it be infected with wind and cold?

After getting together, you won't invade all diseases, okay! What's more, you are now forging bones.

If you want to retaliate against him, then retaliate directly, nobody stops you. But the reason you have to find a better point is not, don't take us as a fool!

At this point, everyone on the scene has already seen, not to mention the biggest victim of the explosion, Zhuo Fan's main target is the poison hand medicine king himself.

The body shivered uncontrollably, and the Poison Hand Medicine King was obviously going to be mad.

Just waiting for the rest of the work, and in the blink of an eye, his five-level spirit pill was successfully refined. But it was at this most critical juncture that Zhuo Fan had given him a trick to make him lose all his efforts.

This is like the dream he has found after fifty years of searching. Seeing that it was about to arrive, it suddenly felt like he was being smashed by a hammer.

The pain of the cone-shaped heart can even make his heart stop and beat to cry!

"Smelly, stinky boy, the old man must kill you today!"

The Poison Hand Potion King has been trembling, and people can see that he is pressing the anger in his heart. Unfortunately, in the end, he did not press down and shouted, and his body was suddenly released, so that the flames of all the alchemists at the scene could not stop and began to shake.

call!

Along with the overwhelming coercion, the poison hand medicine king hit Zhuo Fantian Linggai. However, Zhuo Fan was not afraid of it, and still stood at the same place with ease.

call out!

A piece of white satin flew down and instantly caught the palm of the poisonous hand. The figure of Chu Qingcheng appeared beside Zhuo Fan, and with a satin pull in his hand, he moved the powerful palm to the side.

"Elder Yan, this is the Baidan event in Huayulou. If you want to cause trouble, please leave here immediately!" Chu Qingcheng glared and shouted loudly.

Clenching his teeth fiercely, the poison hand medicine king saw Zhuo Fan being guarded by Chu Qingcheng, knowing that there was no bargaining for his shot, he pointed to Zhuo Fan and scolded: "The master Chu, it's not the old man who wants to make trouble, but this kid breaks the rules. , Disturbing the old man alchemy first. "

"How did I disturb?" Zhuo Fan raised his eyebrows and refused to admit it.

With an angry anger, the King of Poisonous Hand Pills pointed to everyone present and shouted: "Here all the people here and there, so many people have seen it with their own eyes. The old man's Wupin Lingdan is about to be made, just by your sneeze, give It's a failure. "

"Uh ... accident!" Zhuo Fan groaned for a while, and chuckled softly, "Ah, I didn't say that just now, I feel cold recently ..."

"Fuck your mother's fart, do you have a cold hand puppet for forging bone realm?"

"You only fart, and you will be allowed to spill the pill liquid from the master of the Seventh Alchemy Alchemy, and I will not be allowed to feel the cold!" Zhuo Fan was diametrically opposed.

The Poison Hand Medicine King couldn't help but stay for a long time and couldn't say a word.

It turns out that this kid is waiting for the old man here, but this is also the case where the master of the forging bone realm is infected with the wind and cold, and splashing the liquid with the Qipin alchemist during the refining. It is absolutely impossible.

Since he could use this kind of thing as an excuse before, this kid can also have such an excuse to fight back.

Thinking of this, the Poison Hand Medicine King really wished he could smoke his two big mouths. At first, I used to move my brain a lot. There are good reasons for thinking about it, and I ca n’t confuse the boy with a snot that is so miserable. I ca n’t even say a word.

After inhaling deeply for three or four breaths, the Poison Hand Medicine King managed to calm himself down. A pair of pupils glowing in the green light, staring at Zhuo Fan fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, boy, you have a kind. The snot was spitting ...... It was so **** accurate, just when the old man had the last fire to fuse the Dan body. If not, you could not just spray the snot into the crack of the Dan body, so that the Ling Dan was in flames It cannot be fused under calcination, but explodes instead. "

"Hehehe ... Worthy of being an alchemist wizard, even a sneeze, his mother can spray so accurately, the old man really admires, admires ..." The poisonous drug king's eyes are murderous, and his teeth are about to bite. Everyone can hear the words.

However, Zhuo Fan still didn't care, waved his hands and smiled, "Where, maybe because you and I are both the best alchemists, so there is a kind of tacit understanding in the world, it is not necessarily. You see, you are a poisonous medicine Wang, I am a pill, I spilled the medicine liquid when you were practicing alchemy, I am even feeling ... "

"Don't **** say you're feeling cold again!" However, before Zhuo Fan finished, the Poison Hand Potion King was already interrupted strongly and shouted, "Old man ... I don't like to listen!"

When he had finished speaking, he turned back to his seat and began to prepare for alchemy again.

Zhuo Fan shrugged indifferently, noncommittal!

When Chu Qingcheng saw the poison hand medicine Wang Enran return, he did not immediately turn his face and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. After all, most of Huayulou's combat power is now in the hands of the old guy, as well as the family support of the Emperor Gate. Once they tear their faces, they will lose.

Fortunately, he still had a face, not wanting the world to know the shamelessness of their drug king palace, so he didn't want to make things bigger, otherwise ...

Thinking of this, Chu Qingcheng looked at Zhuo Fan beside him, his eyes moved slightly, and in a voice of only two people, he whispered: "Fujun, can you tell me, who are you?"