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Wang Xiaoke was walking through the market and caught a glimpse of a group of people from afar.

Nearby stands a magnificent building with a plaque printed with gilded lettering.

——Dan Pavilion.

At this time, the entrance of Dan Pavilion was crowded with people, leaving a large open space.

"I wonder how generous the rewards will be for the competition held by Dan Pavilion this time."

A man said, "Last time it seemed to be five million gold coins and a bunch of high-level medicinal herbs."

"As expected of Dan Pavilion, they have no shortage of money and resources."

"Of course not. Everyone knows that alchemists are extremely wealthy..."

"If the pattern is small, these are not important. Meeting the head of Dan Pavilion is the grand prize."

Someone echoed.

"I heard that the head of Dan Pavilion is a fifth-rank alchemist."

"Just imparting some experience is more valuable than these things."

Wang Xiaoke arrived at the registration office and found that there was no one around.

After all, alchemists are rare, and almost all the reports were submitted yesterday.

It’s normal to think this way.

"The registration fee is one hundred gold coins. Please fill in your information."

Wang Xiaoke left his name and handed it to the other party.

"Nineteen years old? Are you sure you are an alchemist?"

"determine."

The man was stunned and handed him the number plate blankly.

"You are number ninety-nine, you can go on stage now."

"it is good."

Wang Xiaoke got the number plate and turned to walk towards the open space.

The man looked at his message and couldn't help muttering in his heart.

He is probably a first-grade alchemist, and he came here to broaden his horizons.

Just cannon fodder on the field.

Dozens of alchemists were standing in the huge open space.

Among them are men and women, elderly people with white hair, and young and middle-aged people.

But there is really no one else as young as Wang Xiaoke.

Wang Xiaoke found his seat according to the number plate.

"Haha, so young, which family's young master is he?"

The hook-nosed old man sneered and glanced at his number plate.

"You're only nineteen years old. Aren't you afraid that the furnace will explode and make a fool of yourself?"

Wang Xiaoke didn't even look at him: "Don't bother with that."

"Who knows, you may not be my match in alchemy."

The hook-nosed old man sneered even more: "You sound quite arrogant."

"I am Huang Shen. I have been obsessed with alchemy since I was young and have practiced the art of alchemy for decades."

"How can a young person like you surpass his understanding of fire temperature and medicinal materials?"

Wang Xiaoke was a little speechless: "Being born early doesn't mean you are great."

"You're already so old, it would be so embarrassing if you're not as good as me."

“Have you never heard of the Yangtze River where the waves behind push the waves ahead, and the waves ahead die on the beach?”

The nearby alchemists couldn't help laughing and looked at the two of them.

Huang Shen is considered a very famous alchemist in the area.

Moreover, he has good talent and is now a third-grade alchemist.

Several major sects nearby have extended olive branches to him.

But the old man had a strange temper and rejected them all.

Huang Can glared at Wang Xiaoke. This little bastard really has a good mouth.

"You are a sharp-tongued person who only knows how to show off your power through words... humph!"

"Quiet."

The owner of Dan Pavilion stood in front, facing the crowd with his hands behind his back.

"In the next alchemy competition, you must not rely on external forces, and you must not cheat..."

"The alchemy furnace and elixirs are prepared by the contestants. I hope everyone can calm down and refine better elixirs."

He raised his eyes and looked around, then signaled the servant to bring a table and chairs.

"There are two seniors watching this time."

"They are the Sixth Elder of Qingyang Sect and Ling Qinghai."

"And the fifth elder of Bright Moon Sect, Luo Han."

Wang Xiaoke was stunned for a moment and saw two old men sitting on the chairs.

The one on the left...

I remember that the last time I was digging medicinal herbs with Wu Tu, he was the one who discovered me.

Then he called a bunch of people to chase them from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

Fortunately, I ran fast and he didn't see my appearance.