Chapter 3860: Boy, you are dead

It is no wonder that Xiao Fan is so emotional that he has obtained the alchemy memory of the Ten Thousand Saints Venerable Alchemist. This experience is almost unmatched.

Not to mention the time for half a cup of incense, just one cup of tea is enough.

With a glance at the power of the soul, Xiao Fan almost identified the names of five hundred medicinal materials, and instantly found the highest-level pill.

As soon as his mind moved, Xiao Fan entered the names of five hundred medicinal materials and alchemy into the token.

The whole process only took less than ten breaths, and Xiao Fan woke up.

"Wake up?" Outside, the crowd saw the flames around Xiao Fan disappear, and they all showed a strange look.

Isn't this the one who said he wanted to win the Dan Club championship?

Can you not brag!

How long did you give up?

At any rate, you can pretend to be for a while, not to mention the time for a stick of incense, you can stick to the time for half of the incense.

"Some people, who don't know anything about themselves, want to win the Dan Club championship?"

"It's funny, I don't know where the left and right pavilion master came from. If he can advance to the second round, I lose!"

"I think he is self-aware, knowing that he can't distinguish several medicinal materials, let alone pill, so he simply gave up."

There were mocking voices everywhere, most of them were from the Wansheng Pavilion, and they didn't care about the left and right pavilions at all.

In their eyes, the monks from the left and right pavilions are just the bodyguards of the Wansheng pavilion, so there is no place.

Upon seeing this, Yan Baxuan also showed an indifferent smile.

In this round, he was considered to have won, and it was effortless to win.

Lu Bohou and Zhang Wenjin's expressions were so hard to see where they were, as if they had eaten flies, and cold killing intent flashed deep in their eyes.

"Does he know something?" Zhang Wenjin's voice was cold and transmitted to Lu Bohou.

"Then he doesn't need to live until the end of the Danhui." Lu Bohou is even more murderous, and has decided to extract Xiao Fan's memory.

Since you don't want to win the Danhui championship, what is the point of keeping you?

However, Xiao Fan ignored the weird and indifferent gazes around him, walked not far from Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou, and said, "Senior, fortunately not insulting!"

Fortunately not insulted?

Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou frowned and looked at each other, and they could see the incomprehension in each other's eyes.

Damn you, you gave up after ten breaths. Fortunately, is this a shame?

Even if you get the complete All Saints Pharmacopoeia, it is impossible to recognize 500 kinds of medicinal materials within ten breaths, and you have also found a prescription, right?

"Senior, is there any problem?" Xiao Fan suddenly asked in confusion when seeing the two of them silent.

"Are you sure you're lucky?" Lu Bohou said solemnly, his attitude was completely different from before.

"Wait for a stick of incense, right?" Xiao Fan also knew that the two of them would not believe it, and he did not expect the first round to be so simple.

simple?

If those contestants know Xiao Fan's thoughts, they will probably scold their mother.

Damn you, these five hundred kinds of medicinal materials are extremely rare, let alone a group of three-star alchemists, even six-star alchemists, or even seven-star alchemists may not dare to say simple words, right?

Fortunately, none of them woke up and didn't hear Xiao Fan's words, otherwise they would have to scold Xiao Fan.

"Okay, I'll know the result after a while." Zhang Wenjin thought for a while and nodded.

He has been waiting for such a long time, and it is not too late for this incense stick.

Hearing this, Xiao Fan also breathed a sigh of relief, not because Zhang Wenjin and the others were willing to believe him.

It was that he discovered that Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou did not know about the inheritance of the memory of the Halloween in the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion.

"Previously, Zhang Wenjin knew that I would appear in the Ten Thousand Saint Cloud Realm. It should have been obtained from the real Zhang Wenjin. Now it seems that Zhang Wenjin should not be dead, otherwise he has all the memories." Xiao Fan thought in his heart.

He is now more and more sure that Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou in front of him are transformed by yin and yang creatures.

Having determined the identities of Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou in front of him, he must find a way to save himself.

"Zhang Laogui, Lu Laogui, the people you found are not so good, now that you have lost, do you still remember to promise the old things?" Yan Baxuan came over and looked at Zhang Wenjin condescendingly.

Looking at Xiao Fan's gaze was even more like looking at an ant, who could kill him at will.

"Hmph, I still don't know who wins and who loses." Zhang Wenjin snorted coldly.

Lu Bohou waited coldly for Yan Baxuan, and transmitted to Zhang Wenjin: "If it weren’t the only way to enter the Temple of the Wansheng Pharmacopoeia and the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion, the deity would have destroyed him long ago, and with the help of Yan’s Tragedy, Wan The power of the origin of the Holy Medicine Dao."

"Perhaps, it may not be impossible." Zhang Wenjin said meaningfully. Uncle Lu was taken aback for a moment, and then he suddenly understood, "That's right, if this son can't win the championship, we can give the Wansheng Pharmacopoeia and the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion to Yan Tragedy, but I'm afraid that Yan Tragedy won't get the Wansheng. Approval by Pharmacopoeia and Wansheng Medicine Pavilion

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Zhang Wenjin was also in deep thought, but in Yan Baxuan's view, Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou were very lost.

"Haha, then we'll just wait, the time for a stick of incense will pass soon." Yan Baxuan laughed freely up to the sky, as if he was holding the winning ticket.

Then he glanced at Xiao Fan again and said, "Boy, do you know how to write dead words?"

Xiao Fan looked unwavering, but instead asked, "Do you know how to write a cry?"

"Huh! Kid, you are dead!" Yan Baxuan snorted coldly. If it weren't for Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou to protect Xiao Fan, he would have pinched Xiao Fan to death with one finger.

"I'm dead?" Xiao Fan only smiled slightly, but he was disdainful in his heart, and muttered: "They are so hostile, I wonder if they can use Yan Baxuan's hand to deal with Yin and Yang beasts?"

Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou took a deep look at Xiao Fan, and they didn't know where this little low-grade monk was confident.

They only have to wait now, waiting for the time for a stick of incense to pass, and the result of the first round of Dan will come out.

If they knew that Xiao Fan was already calculating these powerhouses of the Dharma Realm in his heart, they would not know what they would think.

They have never discovered that the time for a stick of incense is so long.

After a while, all the flames disappeared in the small square in front of the Pantheon, and thousands of people retreated.

Some people have a frowning face, some are extremely excited, and some others are nervous and blank...

No one knows what the outcome of the first round of the competition will be. This is only the first round.

If you want to enter the second round, there is a point limit. A total of two hundred points. Generally speaking, if you can get 80 points, you will definitely be able to advance. "Look, the result came out." Suddenly, someone exclaimed, and the crowd's eyes instantly turned to the place of the Pantheon.