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Chapter 108

Because she was suspected of making trouble deliberately, under the glaring gaze of the cooks, Jing Yingrong was "invited" to step off the stage by the disciples who maintained order.

Jijie Pen: "Look, the truth sometimes hurts like this."

Jing Yingrong listened silently to those high-level spiritual chefs' comments on the food. After a long time, she said in a low mood, "I don't understand people's preferences for food."

Jishajian: "Do you have a sense of taste?"

Jing Yingrong: "Yes, but salty, sweet, bitter, hot and salty are all the same to me. I can only judge their value from the amount of aura in the food."

Jishajian was silent for a moment, and said: "It doesn't matter, you don't need it anyway."

Jijie Pen comforted: "It's good if you don't have a taste preference, and you're not picky about food."

Jing Yingrong: "I like those with a lot of aura."

Jijie Pen: "...that's pretty picky."

"Oh."

……

On the third day, the first round of alchemy competition.

Hundreds of alchemy furnaces have been prepared in the field. There are fire seeds in the alchemy furnace, and alchemy materials are placed beside them.

When the alchemist entered the arena, Shen Pei, who was dressed in white with cloud patterns and looked like a fairy, was particularly eye-catching.

"Senior Brother Shen looks so good!"

"Not only does she look good, but her alchemy skills are also top-notch among her peers."

"It's a pity that he is already married, Senior Sister Yu is really quick to act."

"What about Senior Sister Yu?"

"Isn't that the one at the front?"

Yu Xian stood at the most conspicuous position in the stands, and even several elders gave her a piece of land.She took a deep breath, raised her chest and retracted her stomach, and roared:
"Pearl—you are the best! None of them can compare to—my most—most—favorite—well!"

She was hit in the face by an unknown object thrown by Shen Pei.

Shen Peiqi blushed, and her elegant posture was gone.

"Stinky salted fish! Don't embarrass me!"

Yu Xian smiled, wiped off the sticky stuff on his face, patted the chests of the disciples with different eyes, flaunted and threatened: "See, that's mine, don't even think about it."

Everyone: "..."

Some of the disciples who didn't know Shen Pei's identity and had fantasies at first turned their eyes away.

After the start of the competition, "bang" explosions sounded from time to time in the field, accompanied by black smoke and pungent smell drifting with the wind.

This is a relatively common situation in the process of alchemy - the fryer.

There are many reasons for the frying furnace, but in the final analysis, it is all related to the alchemist's inability to control the fire well.

Frying furnace would waste materials at least, and even endanger the alchemist's life at worst.Therefore, alchemists will try their best to avoid frying furnaces, but in this competition, they are required to use the alchemy furnaces and fire seeds that are uniformly equipped by the sect, and they cannot use their own. Therefore, the requirements for alchemists' fire control skills are higher, and many alchemists who are not skilled enough Teachers will inevitably stumble.

Fortunately, with the elders on the sidelines, at least the alchemist's life is safe, but the loss of materials caused by the frying furnace, the invalidation of the elixir, and the damage to the alchemy furnace have to be borne by the alchemist himself.

Against the backdrop of a group of opponents who were either extremely nervous or disheartened, Shen Pei's alchemy technique of lifting weights lightly and freely is extremely outstanding.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Ji Yanzhu said: "I found one thing."

Jijie Pen: "What's the matter?"

Extreme Flame Bead: "That junior named Shen Pei didn't use fire, he was making alchemy with water."

Ji Sha Sword: "How to refine with water?"

Extreme Flame Bead: "You'll know if you 'look' inside the stove, and I can't understand it, but he really didn't use fire, I'm sure of that."

Jing Yingrong said indifferently: "It's the water refining method, using water to refine alchemy, the medicinal properties of the elixir are more stable and gentle, and the erysipelas are less."

Jijie Pen: "This kind of alchemy method has never been heard of."

Jing Yingrong: "Well, because the difficulty is too high, there are too few people who have learned it, so it gradually disappeared—before you were born."

After finishing speaking, Jing Yingrong couldn't help wondering, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Jijie Pen smiled, "I just suddenly realized the age gap between you and the three of us."

Extreme Flame Pearl: "Only at this time will you realize that you are actually much older than us."

Jishajian was silent.

Jing Yingrong thought for a moment, and said: "Yes, according to the customs of the world, you should call me sister."

After all, she seemed very satisfied with her deduction, nodded to herself, and said to the three spirits, "Call me sister."

"I do not."

"I do not."

"I do not."

Jing Yingrong: "Tsk."

Jisha Sword: "Who did you learn this from?!"

"..."

As soon as the alchemy competition was over, Jing Yingrong rushed to the land of "Zedui" to watch the music theory competition that Shu Pinghui participated in.

When Shu Pinghui came on stage, she really looked left and right to find someone, but she only raised her eyebrows when she saw Jing Yingrong.

Jing Yingrong knows nothing about music theory.Just like food, she can hear the high and low of the music, and the thickness and softness of the human voice, but she has no preference at all, and can at most distinguish the fluency of a piece of music.As for the various emotions contained in vocal music, she is even more ignorant, like watching flowers through the fog.

Therefore, during the entire music theory competition, her attention was not on the field, but on the people discussing the situation of the competition.

After listening for a while, she knew that Shu Pinghui's entry into the second round was a certainty.

And so it turned out.

After watching the music theory competition, Jing Yingrong was on the way to the puppet competition venue, when he suddenly heard a wave of noise from another place, the sound was so loud that it seemed to overturn the sky.

There is a high platform over there, and there are figures dancing on the platform.The figure is slim and tall, with light footsteps like stepping on the snow without a trace, skirts fluttering like flowing clouds, slender waists swaying, white and tender arms as soft as bones, and a pair of shining beautiful eyes. soul.

It was a dance competition, and the person on stage was Lan Chucui.

As she danced, the blossoming flowers bloomed under her feet, countless petals fell from the sky, and the faint fragrance wafted in the air.

The people in the audience were fascinated by watching, and from time to time burst into crazy cheers and applause.

There was an intoxicated smile on the corner of Lan Chucui's lips, and inadvertently, she caught a glimpse of Jing Yingrong who was looking at this place from a distance.

Jing Yingrong's expression was calm and plain, and dancing was something she couldn't feel the beauty of, so she couldn't appreciate Lan Chucui's dance—although she knew that this dance was very difficult.

Reflecting Jing Yingrong's extremely beautiful but expressionless face in his eyes, Lan Chucui's pupils trembled, and immediately he took a wrong step.

But after all, she has a solid foundation and superb skills, and she made up for her mistakes in an instant, and no one saw her distraction.

It's just that the smile on her lips no longer exists.

At the end of the dance, when everyone in the audience was chanting Lan Chucui's name, she subconsciously looked at where Jing Yingrong was just now.

Jing Yingrong had already left.

Lan Chucui stood on the stage in a daze, and it took a long time before she regained consciousness.

(End of this chapter)