When the three men and two beasts arrived at the competition site, the square was already full of people.
Just as Jiang Wan thought, as soon as they entered the venue, they became the focus of the audience.
Jiang Wan was silent: In the past, the whole school criticized me for not wearing school uniforms, but now that I wear 'school uniforms', I'm like a monkey, and I'm one of the brightest ones.
Ignoring the shocked looks of Yan Zhi and Su Yu, Jiang Wan walked to them expressionlessly and sat down.
Yan Zhi: "Buanwan, have you joined the Poison Immortal Sect?"
Su Yu: "Little junior sister, have you betrayed the sect?"
A surprised and heart-wrenching voice came from behind at the same time, "Miss Suyu, is it true that you are from the Poison Immortal Sect?"
Jiang Wan's eyes passed over the three of them one after another, and then he responded in unison, "Yes."
Suyu turned his head with a look of disgust on his face: Damn it, Miss Suyu, he is a man! The real deal man! !
Not long after, Yan Xun's voice came from the stage, reminding the eighth-grade alchemist to come on stage and prepare.
Just as Jiang Wan was about to stand up, Tu Buyun's voice came from the side, "Third Elder."
Jiang Wan glanced at Tu Buyun, nodded and stood up, followed by Yan Zhi on the stage.
Su Yu was left alone with a confused face: After two days of not seeing each other, the junior sister not only joined the Poison Immortal Sect, but also became the third elder of the Poison Immortal Sect?
What kind of rocket-level promotion process is this?
Looking at Jiang Wan, who was wearing the same black sect uniform as Tu Yu Tu Bu Yun, Yan Huai's lips twitched: Isn't Jiang Wan from their Yan family? Why is he wearing the clothes of the Poison Immortal Sect?
Jiang Wan is Jiang Daoheng's disciple, and Jiang Daoheng is Mr. Yan's close disciple. Based on the transitivity of the sect, Yan Huai assumes that Jiang Wan is also a disciple of the Yan family.
But now, the disciples of their Yan family are wearing other people's sect uniforms!
Yan Huai sent a message to Rong Yan, "What's going on?"
Yan Huai still knew a lot about Rong Yan's thoughts about Jiang Wan, so Yan Huai naturally felt that Rong Yan knew about it.
Rong Yan looked at the black figure on the stage with his peripheral vision, and said with some resentment, "How do I know? I haven't said a word to my junior sister since she came here."
Two black lines crossed Yan Huai's forehead, and he gritted his teeth with a look of disgust on his face, "I can't even catch up with a girl, and I've lost such a beautiful face for nothing!"
Rong Yan: "..."
Jiang Wan looked at both sides of him with his peripheral vision. Including her, there were a total of twelve people competing.
Three are from the Poison Immortal Sect, three are from the Yan family, one is from the Ten Thousand Medicine Valley, and the remaining five should be casual cultivators.
Don't ask Jiang Wan why he knows, because everyone is wearing sect uniforms, but their poisonous immortal sect is more conspicuous, with three dots of black among the white.
After looking at the basic situation, Jiang Wan lowered his head and picked up the Xuanqi pen beside him, and then wrote down the medicinal materials needed to refine the elixir on the Xuanqi table.
The Xuanqi platform is a small panel, which is as illusory as the Xuanqi pen. It comes in two pieces. In addition to the one in front of Jiang Wan, there is another one in Lihuo City's medicinal material warehouse. Jiang Wan wrote something on it. , can be seen on the other piece.
Not long after, the medicinal materials Jiang Wan wrote down were delivered.
Because Poison Immortal Grass only grows in Poison Immortal Valley, she prepared this herb by herself, but it had to be tested by the judges.
After all the alchemists' medicinal materials were prepared, Yan Xun announced the start of the competition.
The time limit for the competition is three hours, and Jiang Wan is preparing to refine the eighth-grade nightmare pill, which is enough.
Raising his hand to release the fire-based profound energy, flames instantly ignited under the alchemy furnace.
While controlling the temperature, Jiang Wan secretly observed others making elixirs.
Everyone present was an eighth-grade alchemist, and naturally each had his or her own method of alchemy, but that didn't mean that one couldn't learn alchemy techniques.
The principle that when three of us walk together, we must have a teacher, the same applies to alchemy.
This is also Jiang Wan's biggest purpose in participating in the Danzong meeting.
She didn't care about the prize, or she didn't know what the prize was. She simply wanted to improve her alchemy skills and see if she could improve the purity of the fire root.
At 4 o'clock, she should be able to enter that space again.
As Jiang Wan hoped, Jiang Wan learned it right from the beginning.
Among the twelve alchemists on the field, only she and three other casual cultivators used ordinary flames to make alchemy. The other eight all used strange fires, which were colorful and looked pretty good.
Jiang Wan looked puzzled, "System, didn't it say that the number of strange fires on the Abyss Continent is limited? What's the situation now, with one person holding a strange fire?"
The system in the sea of consciousness quickly responded, "How is that possible? The alien fire is not Chinese cabbage. Host, please carefully feel the differences between these people's alien fires?
Because he didn't know if releasing spiritual consciousness would violate the rules, he just closed his eyes and sensed the situation on the field.
A scene similar to a heat map appeared in the sea of consciousness. There were eight conspicuous points, which were the locations of the eight flames. However, the strength was different. The strongest ones were two, one was Yan Zhi, and the other was Tuju.
Obviously, the two people's strange fire is the strongest.
However, compared to the Burning Lotus Ember and Nine Nether Fires that Jiang Wan had seen before, Jiang Wan always felt that there was something wrong with these two strange fires, as if a large piece was missing, and the intensity of the strange fires was also significantly weaker... …
In addition, Jiang Wan also felt that the auras of some strange fires were very similar, such as the strange fires of Tu Yu and Tu Bu Yun, as if they were split from the same mother body.
Jiang Wan told the system how he felt, and the system dedicatedly got up from the mini sofa and gave Jiang Wan some science knowledge: "Host, your previous knowledge is correct. The strange fires on the Abyss Continent are indeed limited. There will be no There are more than twenty, and in terms of strength, Burning Lotus Ember is the leader, but the alien fire is divisible, and a complete alien fire can be divided into countless small parts. The lower the proportion occupied by the alien fire, the lower the intensity of the alien fire will be."
Jiang Wan understood instantly, "It's like the wisp of flame that Burning Lotus Jin gave me?"
The system responded lazily and continued to educate Jiang Wan, "So those talented disciples supported by the sect mostly inherited their strange fires from the upper echelons of the sect, and then supplemented with their own fire element profound power, they can Condensed incomplete strange fire. The efficacy of this incomplete strange fire is naturally dozens of times worse than the real strange fire, but it is much better than ordinary flames."
Because of this, all the people on the field who are not completely different are casual cultivators, with the exception of Jiang Wan, of course.
"As for the strange fire itself, it will be temporarily weak after being partially separated, but it will recover after being warmed for a period of time."
This is also the reason why the upper echelons of the sect are willing to distribute their own strange fire to disciples. It will not harm the strange fire itself, and it can cultivate a genius disciple, so it is naturally profitable.
Jiang Wan understood, and then said quietly, "But neither senior brother nor I have strange fire..."
Not only Jiang Wan, but also Su Yu, who had followed Jiang Daoheng for more than ten years, also used ordinary flames to make elixirs.
The system mocked, "Your love-minded master can't even catch up with his wife, so how can he have time to think about splitting the two of you?"
Jiang Daoheng, who was thousands of miles away, sneezed hard: "Who is scolding me?"
After saying that, he continued to chase forward based on his feeling.
