After paying a symbolic gold coin to sign up a few days ago, Yiran had not only wandered around Linjiang City these days, but also studied alchemy techniques in the inn.
Although he was wandering around, he was actually wandering around various trading houses and auction houses, looking for some spiritual herbs needed to refine potions or elixirs.
In the past few days, Yiran had been in almost all small markets in Linjiang City and purchased a lot of third- and fourth-level spiritual herbs.
And he also left quite a reputation in these markets, because he bought spiritual herbs very generously, and he would not be unable to make up his mind while bargaining like other people who were short of money.
What's more important is that after buying the spiritual grass on the same day, Yiran will have extremely high-quality potions for sale the next day, and then use the money earned to continue to buy spiritual grass.
However, in just a few days, in these low-level markets, as long as the shops dealing in magical herbs and medicines were aware of a person like Yi Ran.
They all wondered if this young man, who was still young but could already refine fourth-level potions, was here to participate in the Alchemist Competition.
The pharmacist competition will be held today, and many shop owners are paying extra attention to Yiran, not only because they have made a lot of money in just a few days.
This is because almost none of the contestants over the years are Yiran's age, and they will stand out as if they stand out from the crowd.
But while they were waiting anxiously, when they saw the young man in plain clothes slowly approaching, these shopkeepers were also stunned on the spot.
In their imagination, the young man who should stand out like a flock of chickens now seems to stand out like a chicken among the flock.
In order to show their strength and alchemy skills, all the alchemists present wore their robes meticulously, for fear that others would not be able to see the green spirit grass on their chests.
But this young man was wearing plain clothes and walking among the crowd of alchemists. He really looked out of place.
It's like a beggar sneaking into a group of rich people. Even if the rich don't target the beggar, the look in their eyes is enough to make the beggar feel sad.
Just like at this moment, they looked at Yiran, a young man who was not wearing a robe and didn't even have any magic power or mental fluctuations on his body, with indifference and ridicule in their eyes.
In their opinion, if you want to stand out and not wear a robe, then you have succeeded in attracting a lot of people's attention.
But if you don't have any magic power or mental fluctuations in your body, that would be embarrassing.
Naturally, they would not believe that this young guy could surpass their "seniors" who were more than ten years older.
In this kind of competition that has nothing to do with life and death, it seems that this kind of sensationalist appears every year.
The old man they had participated in several times had already become so accustomed to it that he didn't even bother to look at it.
Even those shopkeepers who were optimistic about Yiran had a lot of worries in their hearts after seeing Yiran's behavior, and suspected that they had misjudged the person.
Perhaps these potions were not refined by him in the first place, and his "generous and generous efforts" these days were just to attract them here to build momentum for him today.
Spending some money can make yourself famous. Whether it is good or notoriety, some people think it is a sure-fire deal.
Thinking of this, the shopkeepers not only lost interest, but also lost their original goodwill in their eyes when looking at Yiran.
But no one noticed that after Rong Yu entered the competition venue among the army of alchemists, Yiran's eyes became neither sad nor happy. The purpose of coming to participate in the alchemy competition is to learn and communicate, not to say that you can alchemy, then you will have a smooth journey in refining alchemy.
Not long after, the huge square that even Yiran couldn't sense was filled with countless alchemists.
Looking at the table in front of him and the brushes and inkstones placed on it, he didn't need to think too much to know that the first level of this competition should be Wenbi, which is the theory of refining medicine.
Those alchemists who have participated in the competition have long been accustomed to it and are familiar with the process of the competition.
After everyone stood still, a group of servants wearing the same clothes walked through the arena holding a stack of tissue paper and distributed the tissue paper to each table.
When all the servants exited the arena, a powerful spiritual force immediately covered the entire arena, and a voice appeared in everyone's ears.
"The first level of medicine refining theory. What is recorded on the silk paper is a fourth-level prescription recently obtained. The prescription is incomplete. Two spiritual herbs are missing the required amount. In addition, there should be two missing spiritual herbs."
"The requirement for this level is to write down the names of the two missing spiritual herbs and the total weight of the four spiritual herbs on the silk paper in front of you."
The whole place was in an uproar when these words came out.
Even Yiran was in shock. The spiritual power of a spiritual magician was too terrifying, and he was worthy of the name of magic spirit.
Yiran's mental power has far exceeded that of an ordinary peak magister, and it is still unable to cover the entire arena.
However, the magician who hosted the competition could clearly communicate to each contestant. How could such a difference be measured in millimeters?
As for those old people who are used to such scenes and have countless competition experiences, what is shocking is naturally not the strength of the voice master, but the difficulty of this year's first test!
Countless people looked around at a loss, wondering why the difficulty was so high this year.
Some people looked around and found that everyone around them had expressions similar to their own, and finally had the confidence to ask loudly.
"Senior, is the difficulty of this year's test too high? Logically speaking, the fourth-level medicine should not exceed six spiritual herbs, but now most of them are missing. This level of medicine should be considered waste!"
The words were low-pitched but plausible. After hearing it, several people around him immediately started to agree, and the whole stadium was boiling for a while.
Only a few people watched indifferently, looking at the booing people as if they were clowns.
Sure enough, before the booing could spread, another voice shocked the entire audience.
The previous voice was a spiritual transmission, but this voice used inner strength to amplify his words to the point where the whole audience could hear them.
"Anyone who heckles or whispers will be disqualified."
As soon as he finished speaking, the face of the servant who had been handing out the tissue paper immediately became cruel, and he walked through the arena to "invite" the alchemists who were so arrogant just now.
When an alchemist was invited out, he still refused to put down his arrogance and yelled:
"This ridiculous alchemist competition is just a trick that you, Linjiang City, are trying to deceive themselves and others. Just by expelling our foreign alchemists, you can win the first place. You are really just trying to gain fame."
The more vigorously the alchemist spoke, the more he regarded his statement as fact, and continued to escape uncertainty with the "support" of the two servants.
Until the moment before he was taken out of the arena, he suddenly heard a taunt:
"It's really embarrassing for an alchemist like you. Who cares about half-baked alchemists like you? There is only one champion in the competition, and there will be one more contestant than you and one less than you."
After hearing this, the alchemist calmed down instantly, and then realized how stupid he was.
The two servants beside him also had no good feelings towards this guy and said coldly:
"Since it's a competition, there can only be one winner. You can't even pass the first level. Even if you have the fourth-level alchemy skill, your eye sockets are extremely shallow."
Faced with the contempt of the servant, the alchemist with the fourth-level alchemy skill knew his problem but still refused to bow his head.
After the two servants sent him off the field, he looked at the servant's leaving figure and said fiercely:
"I want to see who can write down the weight of the incomplete two-flavored spiritual grass and the four-flavored spiritual grass!"
Soon there were hundreds of people standing around the alchemist, and everyone had indignation on their faces.
Each of their robes was embroidered with four-leaf green grass, and a few of them had five leaves of green grass on their chests!
Their eyes were extremely cold. They looked at the contestants who were lowering their heads and thinking in the arena, and a subtle, indifferent smile appeared at the corners of their mouths.
"We want to see how you can restore such a prescription!"
Next to the strong man whose strength had definitely reached the level of martial arts, a ten-foot-long incense was lit. Although the incense was long, it burned very quickly.
Wu Ling’s second voice echoed throughout the audience:
"You have one stick of incense to think about, and finally compare the answers you wrote with the spiritual herbs that I, Cao Cheng, the president of Linjiang City Alchemist Guild, have completed."
"If there are exactly the same ones, then all of them will enter the second level. If not, then the hundred closest people will be eliminated and enter the second level."
As soon as these words came out, the alchemists outside the stadium sneered again and again, and all kinds of sneers and taunts came one after another.
"It turns out that this is Lin Jiangcheng's purpose. It's really the greatest absurdity in the world. For such a rigorous method as alchemy, there is still a way to take the opinions of the first hundred people without the correct answer."
"Hmph, I don't think there is any need to hold Lin Jiangcheng's alchemist competition anymore. It's just embarrassing, let's go."
A middle-aged man who was older than forty or thirty-eight or nineteen flicked his beard and looked at the contestants who were bowing their heads in thought in the arena, but did not turn around and leave like the others.
Then he said angrily: "I just want to see how Lin Jiangcheng wants to kill us by holding such an alchemist competition."
As the middle-aged man finished speaking, many of the people who were about to leave stopped.
Just because this middle-aged man is named Song Tang, there is not only a five-leaf green spiritual grass on his robe, but also six red leaves and nine silver stars.
At the age of forty, he possesses the peak cultivation level of a Grand Mage and fifth-level alchemy skills. His future can be said to be limitless.
It was because of his talent and strength that he was so arrogant. After seeing the question, he decisively concluded that it was impossible to accomplish.
Otherwise, given his status, he would not have just quit the game. You must know that he was not invited out, but walked out on his own.
Several people who were similar in age to Song Tang and were acquaintances stopped after hearing what Song Tang said. They turned around and saluted Song Tang with his hands in front of his chest.
"Since Brother Song is so enthusiastic, I will accompany Brother Song to take a good look at the shameful appearance of Linjiang City!"
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