"Zhou Yang, the one who has the last laugh is the winner. Soon, it will be time for you to cry." Murong Zhenjie said with a smile as he inserted the True Qi Accumulation Pill.
"You're right. The one who laughs last is the winner. Don't laugh too early, or you'll cry even harder later."
After Zhou Yang finished speaking, he ignored Murong Zhenjie and closed his eyes, carefully sensing the medicinal pill in the cauldron.
Murong Zhenjie did not waste any words. He still felt that there was something wrong with Zhou Yang, and he had to succeed as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would feel uneasy.
Both of them no longer spoke. One of them exerted all his strength to inject his True Qi Accumulation Dan, while the other closed his eyes as if he was meditating.
Time slowly passed, and after ten minutes, Murong Zhenjie suddenly stood up, and with a fervent look in his eyes, he slapped the pill furnace.
The lid of the furnace suddenly popped open, and a medicinal pill sparkling with a golden radiance rose up from within. It looked almost exactly the same as the Three Vein Celestial Pill Zhou Yang had refined in the morning.
"One, two, three … Success, Young Master Murong succeeded."
"That goes without saying. How could Young Master Murong fail?"
"Zhou Yang still lost. This show has finally come to an end."
Everyone sighed. At this time, Yu Ding personally walked onto the stage and held the Celestial Pill in his hand. After looking at it, he said, "Three Runes Celestial Pill. Refining time: 45 minutes and 59 seconds. My disciple, Murong Zhenjie, is the winner of this competition."
"Congratulations, Lord Murong!"
For a moment, the audience was filled with congratulations.
"Haha …"
Murong Zhenjie was extremely excited. Finally, he had won. He had won in front of everyone. From now on, his title of Young Master Dan would be solidified.
"Zhou Yang, just admit defeat. I, Murong Zhenjie, am magnanimous and won't fuss over it with you. Haha …"
Wild laughter resounded throughout the Martial Dojo.
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"Young Master Murong is too magnanimous. However, since the two of you have made a bet, you must fulfill it." A loud voice rang out from the crowd. It was Zhou Shaoyu.
"Bet …" Murong Zhenjie frowned, not knowing why Zhou Shaoyu said that.
Zhou Shaoyu held a piece of white paper in his hand and walked onto the stage. He said, "This is the bet that Zhou Yang and young master Murong made in the Hall of Heroes before the pill competition. It is clearly written on it that whoever loses this bet will have to cripple their own cultivation on this stage at the very least."
Cripple his own cultivation!
Everyone's jaws dropped. A martial artist crippling his own cultivation was worse than death.
"I did see Zhou Yang go to the Hall of Heroes today. Looks like it's true."
"That goes without saying. Since Zhou Yang dared to bet with Song Zihao, he naturally dared to bet with Young Master Murong. However, he miscalculated this time."
"If I bet with Song Zihao, it's just an arm. If I lose an arm, I'll just stop practicing alchemy and martial arts. But if I destroy my own cultivation, I'll be no different from a pile of mud. I might as well just die."
"Sad, sad. This time, Zhou Yang won't be able to escape."
"Zhou Yang, this is real!" At this moment, Si Mayan suddenly shouted.
However, Zhou Yang did not reply. His eyes were still closed.
"If you don't say anything, it means you admit it." Yu Ding smiled.
"That's right. If you don't speak, you admit it. Since you've made a bet, you must be willing to admit defeat. Hurry up and abolish your cultivation." Murong Zhenjie looked pleasantly surprised and could not help but look at Zhou Shaoyu with admiration.
Zhou Shaoyu smiled. If Zhou Yang won, he could do nothing, but as long as Zhou Yang lost, he had a hundred ways to kill Zhou Yang.
"It's useless to pretend to be deaf and dumb. Zhou Yang, even if you don't do it yourself today, someone else will." Wan Zhenyi smiled coldly, his long sword already in his hand.
"Stop!"
Lin Wanqing hurriedly shouted. Lady Jiu also stepped forward at the same time.
"Hmph, Lady Jiu, listen to me. Today, I, Wan Zhenyi, am here. Whoever dares to ignore the rules, I will not be polite."
As soon as he said this, hundreds of black-armored martial artists rushed from all directions.
Wan Zhenyi had mobilized Wan Bugui's bodyguards.
In the face of the murderous martial artists from the army, Lady Jiu could only stop in her tracks.
She knew that no one could save Zhou Yang today.
The audience soon quieted down, and there was a murderous atmosphere. Wan Zhenyi fiddled with the long sword in his hand and looked at Zhou Shaoyu.
"Okay, do it." Zhou Shaoyu whispered.
Wan Zhenyi nodded and immediately stepped forward.
"I understand …"
However, at this moment, Zhou Yang suddenly spat out four words.
"I understand."
Wan Zhenyi was stunned. He did not know why Zhou Yang said these words. He instinctively asked, "Understand what?"
"Alchemy can only be understood, not taught."
Zhou Yang smiled and looked up. He saw Wan Zhenyi holding a sword and Zhou Shaoyu standing next to him.
"You …"
At that moment, he was immersed in the world of the alchemy furnace and did not know what was happening outside.
"Zhou Yang, did you make a bet with Murong Zhenjie?"
Lin Wanqing hurriedly shouted.
"Bet …"
Zhou Yang frowned. His eyes stopped on the white paper in Zhou Shaoyu's hand. Although he did not see it clearly, he roughly understood.
"Yes, I did make a bet with Murong Zhenjie. This bet is valid." Zhou Yang smiled.
In an instant, not only Lin Wanqing and the others, but also Murong Zhenjie and Zhou Shaoyu were stunned.
Not only did he not deny it, but he also admitted it directly.
"Well, since you admit it, then I won't talk nonsense. Do you want to do it yourself or do you want me to do it?" Wan Zhenyi said angrily.
"You don't have to do it. I'll do it."
Zhou Yang smiled and took out his big sword.
Lin Wanqing immediately covered her mouth. The others could not help but shake their heads. Even Sima Yan sighed again and again with a look of pity in his eyes.
However, in everyone's eyes, Zhou Yang did not do it himself. Instead, he only wanted to give the sword to Murong Zhenjie.
"What are you doing?" Murong Zhenjie immediately asked.
"Didn't you say you want me to do it? Why, are you going back on your words?" Zhou Yang smiled.
"Zhou Yang, you are dreaming. We want you to do it yourself." Murong Zhenjie said coldly.
"Do it myself …"
Zhou Yang could not help but smile. His smile was very evil. "It seems that you still think you can win. Well, I will make you completely give up."
After saying that, Zhou Yang returned to the alchemy furnace and then patted it gently.
Buzz …
The lid of the furnace slowly opened. In the next moment, a fragrance filled the air. Everyone felt the Genuine Qi in their bodies churn. Some even sat cross-legged as if they were about to break through.
Sima Yan was stunned and his eyes revealed a look of anticipation. On the stage, Yu Ding and Murong Zhenjie opened their eyes and looked at the alchemy furnace with disbelief.
In the furnace, an elixir emitting seven colors slowly rose. When it was in mid-air, the entire Martial Arts Hall was covered in seven colors.
For a moment, everything in the Martial Arts Hall was revived. The withered flowers slowly bloomed, the withered saplings regained their vitality, and even the earth had the fragrance of soil.
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