Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 148 The Third Session of Alchemy

Why did it turn off?
Jiang Su stared at the opposite side, unable to understand what Fang Zhe meant, so he simply continued to sip tea lazily, half paralyzed.

The instrument arena.

Fang Zhe stayed in place for a long time without moving.

"This person must be an acquaintance of Doctor Jiang across the street. What is he doing? Why don't you open fire?"

"He opened fire and then extinguished it. Is this person a weapon cultivator? It feels like he came here just to go through the motions."

After half a stick of incense, Fang Zhe suddenly moved. No one noticed that a glimmer of light flowed in his eyes, and then the looming light remained.

His eyes were bright.

The fire in the alchemy furnace then rose, and the blazing red color climbed onto the square furnace, and the three fairy materials were roasted in the furnace until they turned red.

Fang Zhe didn't know when a small hammer appeared in his hand.

The small hammer was half an arm long, spinning under his palm, creating a gust of hammering wind.

The other hand holds the iron tongs to clamp the fairy material, and the two hands work together to beat it continuously. With one hammer, the fairy material becomes into pieces, with the second hammer, it becomes thinner, and with the third hammer, it becomes as thin as a hair.

Then he suddenly pinched the slender piece, folded it in half, stretched it, and repeated it. Finally, all the fairy materials turned into fairy silk that was even more delicate than satin.

The next moment, the fire went out.

Fang Zhe waved his hand and everything was over.

He walked straight off the stage, and the original filament in his hand had turned into a silver hairband, faintly glowing.

Zhou Xikui had just finished refining this magical weapon.

It was a copper-colored gourd, still engraved with unique runes. As soon as he rushed to the center of the ring, he saw that his opponent had already stepped down.

"Fellow Taoist! You can't get off the stage. If you do, you will be giving up?!" He shouted loudly.

The attendant in the audience quickly reminded in a low voice, "Young master, please leave him alone. If he goes down, go down. You are the champion and you have to win."

Zhou Xikui glanced at the gourd in his hand, then stared at the figure of the man, "But I don't know what he refined?"

Everyone in the audience has become accustomed to today's various weird things. Now they don't have much reaction to a monk's sudden abstention. Instead, they are talking,
"This Flame Villa is really powerful. In the past hundred years, they were ranked second. It seems that the last champion at that time was not the young owner of the Villa."

"This young village master is the third one. The first one is the senior brother from their Flame Mountain Villa. I don't know if he is here this time. So what on earth did that fellow Taoist come up to just now?"

"Help Jiang Medical Fairy across from you to vent your anger. His hands have been refined over time and are traditional weapon cultivation techniques. It shows that he is an authentic weapon cultivator, but his strength is completely invisible."

The proving stone suddenly glowed, and as expected it read, "Challenger Zhou Xikui, six wins."

Jiang Su was still sipping tea leisurely, looking at the red monk walking towards him, and joked casually, "You didn't win, you just wasted your talent in this competition."

She felt that her good friend was indeed having some financial difficulties, and it seemed that she could only wait for her to become rich in the future and let him drink soup.

Fang Zhe didn't say much. He had put away the silver hairband in his hand. He walked to the wooden chair and noticed someone sitting on it. Without saying a word, he picked up Jinhuayu who was happily looking through the medical records.

He pinched the back of his neck mercilessly and threw it aside.

Jinhuayu, who was kneeling on the ground with a plop, raised his head blankly.

Fang Zhe sat on the wooden chair as if nothing had happened, took out a pack of prunes from his storage bag and placed it on the table.

"..."

"It's really boring. They all plan to challenge me again tomorrow. Although it is estimated that there are only about a hundred people in the alchemy path, they are not afraid after seeing two defeats." Jiang Su took the paper bag, opened it and tasted it. Got a plum.

Jin Huayu patted the dirt on her butt, and simply sat on the edge of the high platform, holding the medical case in her hand, "Little master, please take a rest, today is just the beginning, everyone is trying the water. After all, this is an arena competition, and no one can stay in shape all the time.”

Jiang Su frowned slightly and lowered his voice, "You mean... none of the powerful people came? But don't you have to go to the venue to sign up for this competition?"

Jin Huayu counted on her fingers and said, "Not necessarily. A well-known monk can send someone to the scene with a token, or he can leave immediately after arriving. They didn't intend to waste time here in the first place."

"For them, the scores in the singles match have little impact on the ranking of the sect. It is better to directly win the championship in the end, and then show off their skills in the melee secret realm. Today's famous medical cultivator has not come yet."

Jiang Su's complexion changed slightly, and he picked up a piece of plum and put it in his mouth.

……

A touch of fish belly white appeared on the horizon. Jiang Su sat cross-legged on the ground and slowly exhaled a stream of turbid air.

"Da da..." the sound of footsteps.

Jiang Su opened his eyes suddenly and saw a woman in white standing on the ring not far away.

This man had a hundred flowers pinned to the side of his head. His appearance was intensely beautiful, with willow eyebrows and foxy eyes, but he had no makeup and his skin was extremely white.

There was only one word in Jiang Su's mind, "Pretty Widow."

"Miao Mian, a member of the Moon Worship Sect in Dongmu."

From the land of Dongmu again? My first opponent is a person from here, and he is from the Holy Fire Cult. I heard that the Holy Fire Cult and the Moon Worship Cult have a bad relationship, and I don’t know why.

Jiang Su was curious, "Jiang Su, a disciple of the Shifang Sect in the Land of Southern Fire. Dare I ask this fellow Taoist, do you know Qi Jialiu, who was the first to come up yesterday?"

Miao Mian raised her eyes slightly, with a smile on her brows, and said softly, "Of course we know each other."

The next moment, her expression suddenly turned sinister and vicious, and she said angrily, "Just because he has disgraced our Dongmu land, I know that the people of the Holy Fire Sect are all trash."

? A beautiful, mean and pretty widow?

Jiang Su narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly, "This fellow Taoist is really beautiful. I believe you can be better than him. No need to say more, let's get started."

Miao Mian was suddenly praised. The sarcastic words she wanted to say got stuck in her throat, unable to rise or fall.

She thought to herself, "This guy is really weird."

Jiang Su looked at the five immortal materials that appeared this time, and thought carefully about which elixir to refine.

These herbs are snake heart grass, snake scale grass, snake tooth flower, and the rest are processed fairy materials, snake head wine, and snake eye beads.

They are all related to snakes, and each one is highly poisonous. This time the competition seems to be related to toxicity.

Jiang Su picked up a bottle of Snake Head Wine and sniffed it lightly with the tip of his nose. He only felt a faint fragrance in it and his scalp felt numb.

"I see."

She kneaded it with her fingertips and suddenly threw in all the ingredients, except for the bottle of snakehead wine, which she kept aside.

The next moment, a few dark clouds gathered in the sky. It was not as powerful as the second alchemy, but it was still deafening. Thunder clouds gathered equally above the two of them, flashing with thunder and lightning as the elixir heated up.

"Hey, little monk from the Land of Southern Fire." Miao Mian suddenly called from the opposite side.

Jiang Su raised his head suddenly and stared at her.

"What would you do if I blew up the furnace?"