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The alchemist nurtured by the palace also had a little faith in Zhao Fan, thinking that he really had some ability.

In fact, although Zhao Fan's grade was not high, after so many years of swindling, Zhao Fan had become very familiar with the pills below the third rank, and had also practiced a lot, which was why he got the advantage. And those alchemists in the palace, since they were raised by Beiming Ao and didn't want to refine those low rank pills, they felt that Zhao Fan was very powerful.

Just like the ancient saying, the stronger a person was, the harder it was for them to accomplish simple things.

Bei Mingjue's eyes swept across the direction where Zi Lingxue was at, and those who had just pointed out the medicinal pellets all went back to where Zi Lingxue was.

Zi Lingxue's eyes flashed as she opened the Purple Blood Medicine Cauldron. A fresh smell of medicinal herbs wafted into her nose, and those alchemists stopped in their tracks, closing their eyes and absorbing the smell nonstop, feeling refreshed and relaxed.

Heavens, how could there be such a pure medicinal fragrance!

If an ordinary Tier 2 spiritual pill could emit such a fresh medicinal fragrance, then the quality of this pill must be very good!

High-grade! Oh no! It should be top quality!

Those alchemists took a while before they regained their senses and checked Zi Lingxue's pills out of curiosity.

Zhao Fan's face darkened! He had also smelled the fragrance just now, and it seemed like he couldn't win by quality anymore. He could only rely on numbers to win!

Hiss!

Were their eyes playing tricks on them …

Or maybe the way he opened his eyes today was wrong!

Why did they find one hundred and ten pellets in Zi Lingxue's Purple Blood Medicine Cauldron!

A full hundred more crystals than Zhao Fan!

Furthermore, these were all refined within the time it took for an incense stick to burn! Furthermore, the quality of these pills was extremely high!

Each pill was full of vitality. The body of the pill was crystal clear and plump, without the slightest flaw. Instead, they felt that this wasn't a pill, but a work of art! A work of art worth collecting!

A strong sense of frustration hit him. He was confident in his comprehension of alchemy and felt that reaching the fifth-grade in his early forties would already make a sixth-grade alchemist very powerful and talented.

But now, in front of a teenage girl like Zi Lingxue, they truly felt like trash.

The scum of the five battles!

Zhao Fan looked at those alchemists who were originally still fanatical about the smell of the medicine, and suddenly, a series of expressions of disappointment, self-blame, remorse, and so on appeared on his face.

Although he did not know why, he guessed that Zi Lingxue had refined too few pills. It was such a pity that such a pure medicinal fragrance came from the pill, making Zhao Fan even more convinced that it was produced because of the Purple Blood Medicine Cauldron.

"Are you done yet? Can you not waste any more time?" Zhao Fan asked impatiently.

The alchemists turned their heads.

All of their faces were full of pity for Zhao Fan, "Alright."

"Then hurry up and announce it!" I just need to hurry to get the Medicinal Cauldron I deserve. "

Everyone had a helpless look on their faces again, "Zi Lingxue, one hundred and ten Tier 2 spiritual cultivation pills, excellent quality!"

Clang!

Zhao Fan almost fell off the medicine concocting platform. With bloodshot eyes, he looked towards Zi Lingxue's direction and ran!

"Impossible, how is this possible!"

Zhao Fan stared at Zi Lingxue's Purple Blood Medicine Cauldron with unwillingness! How could that be! He himself actually lost to this silly little girl, Zi Lingxue!

The people of Xi Huan Palace expressed their deep sympathy!

But when he saw the Spirit Cultivating Pills quietly lying inside Zi Lingxue's medicinal furnace, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he was unable to explain himself!

He lost … He really lost.

Zhao Fan did not think that his own alchemy skills had lost to Zi Lingxue, but that his own Medicinal Cauldron was not as good as Zi Lingxue's.

If he had a Medicinal Cauldron as good as Zi Lingxue, he definitely wouldn't have lost!

"You're cheating! It's impossible for you to refine so many Spirit Cultivation Pills in such a short period of time!" Zhao Fan was so angry that his fingers were trembling.

Zi Lingxue did not care about Zhao Fan's accusation, "Master Zhao, are you really going to renege on your promise in front of so many people? Or can't you afford to lose? No matter what, you still have the demeanor of a grade seven alchemist! "

A grade seven alchemist's demeanor had landed on Zhao Fan's life vein!

"Since the results are out, please fulfill your promise, Master Zhao!"

Even so, due to the presence of so many people, Zhao Fan could only take out five hundred thousand silver horns with a darkened face and hand it over to Zi Lingxue. It would take him a very long time to collect the five hundred thousand.

But when she handed the five hundred thousand silver horns to Zi Lingxue, she suddenly heard Zi Lingxue looking at her with a smile, "Master Zhao, this is five hundred thousand gold coins. You are still short of four hundred and fifty thousand silver coins, do you want to use the silver horns or gold coins? Or did spirit stones and medicinal herbs barter? "

Zhao Fan opened his mouth wide for a long time before he could say anything, "Zi Lingxue, have you gone crazy?"

Zi Lingxue shook her head in a daze, "I am not crazy, this is the wager that we agreed upon before the competition, everyone present heard it!"

"You're still saying that you're not crazy? You're clearly saying that it's five hundred thousand …" Zhao Fan's voice became smaller and smaller, until it finally became a whisper.

What?

Damn it, Zhao Fan was crying as he looked at Zi Lingxue!

Why didn't I hear what Zi Lingxue said back then? It was actually a Spirit Cultivating Pill worth five hundred thousand! No matter how complicated the process of the Spirit Cultivation Pill was, it was only a Tier 2 pill. How could it be worth 500,000 silver coins for a single pill! This was simply a bandit!

The wealth that she had accumulated for so many years was just over five million, and now Zi Lingxue was actually asking for his entire fortune!

How could he give it!

He hated the Purple Blood Medicine Cauldron that he had wholeheartedly wanted to defeat Zi Lingxue, and had never considered what would happen if he lost!

Zhao Fan looked at Zi Lingxue with a pained face, "You little girl, don't go overboard. When this old man competed with you, it was because I thought highly of you.

"Master Zhao, you don't want to go back on your word, right?" Zi Lingxue squinted her eyes, which were filled with a cold light.

"To others, five million silver horns is a huge sum of money. According to your identity as a Grade Seven Alchemist, you would be able to get a sky-high price just by refining a Grade Six Seven medicinal pill!"

"There's still five million left!"

Zhao Fan was crying like a dog in his heart. F * ck, he was the one who was messed with in the Imperial Palace!

No way, I can't just throw away my wealth that easily.

Gong Wuyou had long received his signal, firmly blocking Zhao Fan's escape route. Bei Mingjue also seemed to have discovered that something was amiss with Zhao Fan.

This Zhao Fan was not angry, but... A guilty conscience!

"You're not a Grade Seven Alchemist at all!" Zi Lingxue's clear and cold voice caused everyone's bodies to involuntarily tremble.