Chapter 106

Meng Chaoyang is indeed one step ahead of Zhang Tianmiao in progress.

When the white smoke rose, many disciples of Dan sect were secretly excited. At least in terms of progress, Meng Chaoyang was better.

Although some disciples of the ten thousand medicine sect are nervous, more people still have confidence in Zhang Tianmiao.

Meng Chaoyang has been grimacing. At this moment, seeing that the pill is about to be released, his face also shows a somewhat reassuring color. When he looks at that Tianmiao, the latter has not reached the end stage, and it is impossible to catch up with him in the progress.

"This one, I must win!" Meng Chaoyang said secretly in his heart, and extinguished the flame under the Dan stove at the same time.

When Meng Chaoyang slowly opened the lid of the stove, everyone's heart suddenly lifted up, and they stretched their necks and narrowed their eyes to see the elixir refined by Meng Chaoyang.

Meng Chaoyang took a light cyan pill out of the stove. The pill has been completed, and the shape is round and full, which seems to be perfect.

But Meng Chaoyang frowned slightly.

The elder of Dan sect came close, took a look at the pill, nodded to Meng Chaoyang, and then put the pill into a jade bottle.

On the other hand, Zhang Tianmiao also accelerated his progress. After Meng Chaoyang finished, he spent almost half a column of incense and completed the pill.

The elder of the ten thousand medicine gate bottled Zhang Tianmiao's pills in jade and sent them to the stone platform with the Dan sect elder.

The judgment is still conducted by the ancient Taoist style and the old man surnamed Gong.

When the two pills appeared in front of both of them, both the ancient Taoist wind and the old man surnamed Gong moved slightly.

"Well, it's good. The two broken erdans are of medium quality." The old man surnamed Gong nodded and said.

Gu Daofeng said, "although the quality is the same, this one of Meng Chaoyang was refined earlier, so Meng Chaoyang won this one."

The old man surnamed Gong hehe smiled, shook his head and said, "don't worry, brother Gu. It's not so simple to decide who is the better of these two pills."

Hearing the words, the ancient Taoist wind frowned slightly.

The old man surnamed Gong said, "the two broken erdans are of the same quality, so in terms of quality, they are tied. Does old brother Gu agree?"

Gu Daofeng nodded, which he couldn't disagree with. The quality of the two broken erdans was indeed indistinguishable, and it was reasonable to draw.

The old man surnamed Gong held two pills and continued, "in terms of time, there is no doubt that Meng Chaoyang of your sect is indeed better."

The old Taoist Feng was about to speak, but the old man surnamed Gong changed his voice: "however, if you look carefully, this broken Erdan, a disciple of your sect, is afraid to be inferior in appearance."

Gu Daofeng said expressionless, "I don't think there is any difference between the two broken Erdan."

The old man surnamed Gong gave a deep look at the ancient Taoist style, which was very calm.

In fact, with the ancient Daofeng's eyesight, at the moment of seeing the two broken Erdan, we have seen that there is indeed a slight gap between the two pills.

This gap is reflected in the fragrance and color of the pills. Although it is very difficult to detect, the ancient Taoist style and the old man surnamed Gong are both experienced alchemists, and they can be seen naturally at a glance.

In normal times, this subtle gap is no big deal, but at present, it is two Dan Dao competitions. Any gap can play a decisive factor.

Gu Daofeng wants to blur this gap, but the old man surnamed Gong obviously won't let Gu Daofeng succeed so easily.

Seeing the ancient Taoist style pretending to be stupid, the old man surnamed Gong didn't care at all, and said, "old brother, you and I all know that these two pills are of equal quality, but the appearance of Zhang Tianmiao's child is slightly better than me. Your old brother should know this better than me."

Gu Daofeng said quietly, "the appearance is only the second, and the quality is the key. These two pills are of equal quality, no matter how high or low, and Meng Chaoyang takes less time. This one should be my danzong victory."

The old man surnamed Gong laughed at the speech and shook his head at the ancient Taoist wind.

"Brother Gu, you're wrong. Since you and I have different opinions, it's better to step back. How about a draw?" The old man surnamed Gong said with a smile.

Hearing this, it's a little strange that the old man is willing to step back, which is really too rare.

However, Gu Daofeng is willing to make the proposal of the old man surnamed Gong. After all, if he insists on judging Meng Chaoyang's victory this time, it is really a little reluctantly. After all, the appearance of the pill is also very important, and it should be within the range of judging.

Just ask, two pills of equal quality, one is round and translucent, as bright as a pearl, while the other is pockmarked and dull. As long as it is a normal person, he will choose the good-looking one.

Although Meng Chaoyang is one step ahead in the time of alchemy, the gap between the drugs of alchemy cannot be ignored.

After offsetting the two, Meng Chaoyang and Zhang Tianmiao really drew.

Of course, for wanyaomen, this result is completely acceptable, but for danzong, it is not the best result.

Because in ancient Daofeng, Meng Chaoyang had better win this one, and if Fang Lin lost the last one, even if Dan Zong was ridiculed by wanyaomen and his reputation was damaged, he also had a better chance to suppress Fang Lin.

At present, this crucial second game is a draw, and the victory or defeat of the third game suddenly becomes sensitive.

Even if the third game was tied, Dan Zong also lost.

If Dan Zong wanted to save everything, there was only one result, that is, Fang Lin must win. In this way, Dan Zong did not lose, and the three matches with Wan Yaomen ended in a tie.

The entanglement and contradiction in Gu Daofeng's heart, he hopes that Fang Lin can turn the tide, but he doesn't want to see Fang Lin win.

Seeing that Gu Daofeng stopped talking and knew that he had acquiesced, the old man surnamed Gong stood up and said loudly to the waiting crowd, "in the second game, both sides drew."

As soon as he said this, the disciples and elders on both sides were stunned, and then there was a sudden sound.

"How can it be a draw? How can it be a draw?"

"It's impossible! Brother Meng didn't win?"

"It's too strange. With elder martial brother Zhang's strength, you shouldn't be unable to win."

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Both Dan Zong and Wan Yaomen seemed confused.

But after the old man surnamed Gong announced the result, he didn't explain much and returned to his seat.

On the Dan altar, Meng Chaoyang looked ugly and clenched his fists.

Draw, this is the result he didn't expect, but also the result he can't accept.