The continent's youngest genius alchemist.
Such a good reputation, such a title, was something that countless genius Alchemists yearned for even in their dreams.
Wang Jiuchong's words ignited the fighting spirit of the genius alchemists.
"The continent's youngest genius alchemist will be mine!"
"It's mine! Let's wait and see! I'll show you what I'm capable of! "
"Hmph! You're talking as if we'll lose to you! "
The genius alchemists were fighting for first place. Before the competition even started, they had already started bickering.
"Silence!" Xing Yi shouted in a low voice, scaring the alchemists into shutting their mouths.
Wang Jiuchong then announced, "The Alchemy Conference starts now. Enter according to your number."
The genius alchemists entered the stage one after another. Their faces were full of confidence, as if they thought they would win first place.
Wang Jiuchong and the others nodded in satisfaction at the performance of these genius alchemists. Although they were arrogant, at least they had shown their passion and fighting spirit for alchemy.
Three thousand people entered at once. Everyone had a number from one to three thousand. Out of the three thousand people, only one thousand and five hundred could advance to the next round.
Among the three thousand people, Feng Wuchen was among them.
The number was drawn by oneself. If a third grade alchemist drew a sixth grade alchemist, he could only blame himself for being unlucky.
Of course, this wasn't necessarily the case. After all, there was only one chance in the competition.
For example, if a third grade alchemist successfully refined an elixir and the sixth grade alchemist failed, the third grade alchemist would advance to the next round.
If the two alchemists were at the same level, then it would depend on the strength of the elixir and the effect of the elixir.
Therefore, no matter if it was a third grade alchemist, a sixth grade alchemist, or even a seventh grade alchemist, they would be under great pressure.
If they were unlucky and lost to an alchemist whose level was lower than theirs, wouldn't that be embarrassing?
Since it was only a promotion competition, some smart alchemists would choose the elixir they were good at. In short, it was fine as long as they could advance to the next round.
As the competition started, everyone quieted down and looked at the alchemists on the stage.
Feng Wuchen's opponent was only a fourth grade alchemist, so he didn't feel any pressure at all.
"Who is this person? Tian Xianzi and Wang Jiuchong don't seem to know him either. "Feng Wuchen guessed as he sized up the mysterious young man.
With such a powerful alchemy talent, it was reasonable to say that his name should have shaken the entire continent, but no one recognized him. This made Feng Wuchen feel strange.
Wang Jiuchong, Tian Xianzi, and Han Kun all looked at the mysterious man in confusion.
"This kid is not simple. He is a Grade Seven Alchemist. I wonder who nurtured him," Tian Xianzi said seriously. He was very curious.
"His cultivation realm is the same as the Alliance Master's. He's indeed not simple, but I've never seen him before." Wang Jiuchong shook his head.
"Could they be geniuses from those mysterious forces?" Han Kun guessed.
Hearing this, Wang Jiuchong and Tian Xianzi looked at each other in shock and nodded.
Other than the geniuses of the mysterious forces, they couldn't think of anyone else.
"Brat, I think you're still relying on numbers. With your little ability, you can't beat me!" On the stage, a man in his late twenties sneered and glanced at the young man in front of him with disdain.
The young man glanced at him coldly and sneered, "You're only a fourth grade alchemist at such an old age. With your talent, you still have the face to participate in the Alchemy Conference."
"Brat! How dare you look down on me! "The man's face twitched violently. He was extremely fierce.
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"You're quite skilled in alchemy. Looks like you're not weak," a young man said proudly.
"You're not bad either. Your soul power is much stronger than mine, but I'll definitely beat you!" Another young man said confidently.
"Is that so? I don't think so. "The arrogant young man was also confident.
The alchemists on the stage were full of fighting spirit. They made pills and bickered at the same time. The competition was very fierce.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
In less than ten minutes, the sound of furnaces exploding could be heard in the quiet square. Moreover, it was one after another. Strands of black lines spread out from the furnaces.
The moment the furnaces exploded, they all knew that they were completely eliminated. Their mood instantly fell to the bottom of the valley.
Half an hour later, there were already people who had successfully refined pills. Some of the powerful genius alchemists had also successfully defeated their opponents one after another.
As time passed, round after round of fierce competition, Feng Wuchen crushed his opponents all the way. Whether it was a fifth grade or a sixth grade alchemist, he easily won and smoothly advanced to the next round without any pressure.
Everyone present was shocked by Feng Wuchen's terrifying alchemy realm.
However, none of the alchemists could see Feng Wuchen's specific alchemy realm. They only knew that Feng Wuchen's soul power was very strong.
The people of the Alliance were so excited that they shouted. The whole place was boiling.
Other than Feng Wuchen, there were many fifth grade and sixth grade alchemists who also advanced to the next round.
However, Feng Wuchen didn't care too much about these people. What Feng Wuchen cared about was the mysterious seventh grade alchemist.
After eight hours of competition, there were only eight alchemists left out of the tens of thousands.
To stand out among the tens of thousands of alchemists was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
The eight people who advanced were Feng Wuchen and Ye Tianwei from Dragon Temple, Li Muxi and Yang Yunqing from Saint Soul Institute, Xing Yuntian from Bei Xuan Faction, Mo Tianhe from Nebula Sect, Leng Muyun from Fairy Artifact Pavilion, and the mysterious man, Tian Gu.
"Alliance Master, Tian Gu's soul power is very strong. Who is he?" Leng Muyun asked curiously.
Feng Wuchen shook his head and said, "I don't know. If you go up against him, be careful."
Xing Yuntian frowned and said, "This guy's methods are cruel. In the alchemy competition, he directly used his soul power to injure his opponents, not giving them a chance to refine pills."
"If I go up against him, I'll give up. I can't beat him anyway." Ye Tianwei said. Giving up was a wise choice.
The next round was to advance to the top four.
As soon as Wang Jiuchong finished speaking, Feng Wuchen and the others entered the arena.
"Feng Wuchen, I hope you don't disappoint me. It's best if you don't pick me. Otherwise, you won't even make it to the top three." Tian Gu suddenly said to Feng Wuchen as he walked onto the arena. His lips curled into a contemptuous sneer.
Hearing this, Feng Wuchen asked, "Who are you?"
"We'll talk about it after you win against me." Tian Gu said coldly and arrogantly, looking down on everyone.
"Alliance Master, winning against you is as easy as flipping my hand. Don't think that you're very powerful." Xing Yuntian said coldly. He couldn't stand Tian Gu's arrogant look.
"Oh? Is that so? That's not necessarily true. "Tian Gu shrugged, arrogant and contemptuous.
"Arrogant!" Ye Tianwei gritted his teeth. He really wanted to slap Tian Gu.
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