At this time, on the competition field, there were only three people left who were able to control 1100 lines of fire and possessed such a high level of fire controlling technique.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the three of them.
On the main stage, the elders, attendants, and even the presidents of the four Alchemy Guilds were all focused on the arena.
They were not surprised that Beigong Wen and Li Moqing could control 1,100 lines of fire. What shocked them was that Yun Fan was actually able to keep pace with the two of them!
This was something that no one had expected before the competition.
"This little guy's fire control is actually so strong!"
"Yeah, I really didn't expect that our Northern Xuan Region had such a strong up-and-coming talent!"
"At such a young age, his alchemy skills have probably surpassed us old fellows …"
Listening to the whispers of the elders, Ouyang Nan, who was sitting on the spectator stand, was embarrassed.
At this moment, his disciple Li Mujin had already given up and left the arena. On the other hand, Yun Fan was still standing proudly in the center of the arena. The gap between them was not small.
In fact, he had already expected this outcome. After all, even he had been beaten up badly by Yun Fan.
If he had known that Yun Fan was so strong, he would not have touched the latter's brows.
"Hehe, now you know that you've kicked an iron plate, right?"
Cheng Jing, who was sitting beside him, had a mocking smile on her face.
"Hmph, what are you so proud of? Once this Alchemy Conference is over, we'll compete again. See how I beat you! "Ouyang Nan said indignantly. I can't deal with Yun Fan, but can't I deal with you?
"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Cheng Jing had no fear on her face. Soon after, she said with a mysterious smile, "Do you know who I've been with for the past year? To tell you the truth, I've been working as the chief alchemist in Yun Fan's Primordial Chaos Continent! "
Ouyang Nan felt that something was wrong. "What do you mean?"
Cheng Jing said proudly, "Did you see Yun Fan's fire control? It's very strong, right? Unfortunately, this old man has also learned a little from him. I may not be as strong as Yun Fan, but it's more than enough to deal with you! "
"What did you say?"
Ouyang Nan's eyes widened. His face was filled with disbelief. He didn't expect Cheng Jing, this old fellow, to actually go and learn from Yun Fan.
"I don't believe it. How can your fire control surpass mine?!"
"Hehe, you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!" Cheng Jing laughed again. "Very well, after the conference is over, this old man will compete with you!"
In the past, he had always been suppressed by Ouyang Nan in their duels. This time, he was going to wipe away his shame and ruthlessly trample on Ouyang Nan, his old rival!
Inside the arena, Beigong Wen was dumbfounded. He never thought that Yun Fan would actually be able to control 1,100 lines of fire.
Moreover, Yun Fan looked very relaxed.
However, Beigong Wen immediately sneered again. "Stop putting on an act. Today, I want to see how long you can last!"
He believed that Yun Fan and Li Moqing were already arrows at the end of their flight. It was impossible for them to be a match for him!
Thinking of this, the spiritual energy around Beigong Wen surged again, and he directly shot out another hundred lines of fire.
1,200 lines of fire!
When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but widen their eyes in disbelief. An Emperor-grade alchemist could actually have such a superb fire control technique. This was not inferior to a saint-grade alchemist.
"Hehe, good! Beigong Jian's grandson is truly worthy of his name! "
Beigong Jian gently stroked his mustache and nodded slightly with a smug look on his face.
He believed that with this powerful fire control technique, Beigong Wen would definitely be able to suppress Li Moqing and Yun Fan. He would be the one who had the last laugh among the three of them.
Li Moqing shouted softly. His whole body exerted force, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
As his palms churned, another hundred lines of fire appeared, as if they were about to burst out from the flames.
However, the hundreds of lines of fire only flew into the air before completely dissipating due to the instability of the spiritual energy.
This scene caused many of the spectators to sigh in pity.
Li Moqing also shook his head slightly. The 1,100 lines of fire were already his limit.
Even if he didn't want to admit it, he knew the answer in his heart. He was inferior to Beigong Wen.
At least in today's competition, there was no room for him to turn the tables.
Li Moqing couldn't help but turn his gaze to Yun Fan. He muttered in his heart, "Yun Fan, it's all up to you. I don't know if you can continue to create miracles …"
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Although he was also in a competitive relationship with Yun Fan, he was even more unwilling to see Beigong Wen win this competition.
If Beigong Wen won, the alchemy world of the Northern Xuan Region would definitely become the laughing stock of the four regions. President Geng Jie would also be very sad, and the Yuan Sheng Metal would also be handed over. This was not an outcome he wanted to see.
"Haha, Li Moqing, you can't beat me in the end. It looks like I'll win this time!"
Beigong Wen laughed heartily when he saw this. It was as if the scene of his victory had already appeared in his mind.
However, at this moment, he suddenly sensed that from the other corner of the arena, a power that caused even him to feel apprehensive was brazenly rising.
"With me, Yun Fan, here, you can only fight for second place!"
A faint voice echoed from Yun Fan's mouth.
Immediately after, under everyone's gaze, a hundred lines of fire once again soared into the sky and steadily solidified in the air, refining a hundred different spiritual materials.
It was also 1,200 lines of fire!
This scene made most of the people on the main stage burst out in astonishment.
In particular, the four presidents suddenly stood up and looked unblinkingly at the two people in the center of the arena.
"Little brat, you're really something!"
Beigong Wen controlled 1,200 lines of fire as he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect that the person who would confront me to the end would be you!"
Controlling 1,200 lines of fire at the same time was already the limit even for him.
However, refining the Saint Martial Void Initiation Pill only required one thousand one hundred and eighty-eight types of spiritual materials. Therefore, being able to control one thousand two hundred lines of fire was enough!
The next stage of the fusion would be the moment when victory and defeat would be decided!
"Your fire control skills are indeed not inferior to mine, but you might not have such a solid foundation for the next step, right?"
A sneer appeared on Beigong Wen's lips. Although Yun Fan's talent in alchemy was indeed extraordinary, he was still young and lacked experience. With such a superb fire control technique, he would definitely not have much success in the fusion process.
Moreover, the spiritual energy reserves in his body would probably be unable to continue.
Thinking of this, Beigong Wen laughed loudly and began to gather the refined spiritual liquid in the sky. In the sky above his head, the sea of fire instantly boiled!
At the same time, Yun Fan was not to be outdone. He controlled the Emperor Fire and also began to gather!
The final collision between the two outstanding alchemists pushed the atmosphere of the entire competition to a climax!
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