Chapter 175
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The red robe fluttered and the crowd could only see a red shadow flashing across the stage. A figure cried out and fell off the stage.
"Ah!"
A pharmacist fell to the ground in a sorry state. He was scratched by the sharp stones on the ground. Because he fell in the wrong way, he could not stand up.
On the stage, a young master dressed in red stood. His robes fluttered in the wind, and his mask, which was covered with blooming red spider lilies, reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight. Everyone could only see a faint smile on his lips, and his entire body emitted a cold and evil aura. His gaze was contemptuously looking at the middle-aged alchemist who was sitting in a sorry state below the stage.
When Ling Mohan, who was sitting on the stage, saw this scene, his deep black eyes flashed with a faint light as he stared at the cold and evil figure. He saw the figure suddenly turn around and meet his sharp eyes without warning.
It was also at that moment that the light in his eyes dissipated. He sat there quietly, his face stiff and his expression solemn.
Fengjiu looked at him in surprise. He felt that this uncle was a person who hid very well. She had interacted with him many times. However, it seemed that every time she interacted with him, she could find a different side of him. What kind of person was he?
The crowd on the stage only glanced at the pharmacist who fell off the stage and did not pay attention to him. The middle-aged man secretly pushed the young man in red. Many people saw it. Therefore, it was not surprising that he was kicked off the stage by the young man in red.
The head of the family that the middle-aged pharmacist belonged to had a gloomy face. He waved his hand and said, "Send him down the mountain!"
They stared gloomily at the red figure. Because they knew that he was from the black market, they did not dare to openly make things difficult for him.
A middle-aged man standing next to the pile of herbs on the stage gave each person a list of herbs and said in a deep voice, "Pick up the herbs on the list. The first ten people to pick up all the herbs on the list will enter the next round. The rest will be eliminated. Begin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the pharmacists on the stage picked up the herbs on the list in their hands and fought for the herbs on the table. When the teacher from the School of Stars and Clouds finished picking up the herbs and walked out, he could not help but glance to the side. He glanced at the young man in red who was holding the herb basket and frowned.
Fengjiu turned his head slightly and smiled at him. Not long after, ten people emerged victorious. After the others were eliminated, they immediately entered the final round of the competition. They had to concoct medicine on the spot. The higher the grade of the medicine, the less likely the winner would be.
Looking at the dozens of herbs on the table, Fengjiu began to concoct them. Her concoction method was different from others. Even if others saw it, they wouldn't be able to learn it.
That was because it was like a modern experiment. Layer by layer, it was processed and refined before it finally took shape. After she concocted a bottle of green liquid, she walked to the eight appraisers of the Alchemist Association and placed the potion in front of them.
"Please examine it."
"This is medicine? What a beautiful color. " One of the female judges, who was in her thirties, looked at the half-filled bottle of medicine in amazement. She found it hard to believe.
"Beautiful and elegant sister, this is indeed a potion. I'm not lying to anyone."
She winked at her. Her seductive smile and smiling eyes made the thirty-year-old female apothecary blush slightly, blush appearing on her face.
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