Su Jinyue shook her head, indicating that she had no objection.
"I declare overtime to begin now," Elder Shang announced to the crowd. As he finished speaking, two pieces of Immortal Spirit Grass fell from mid-air, landing on the table in front of Su Jinyue and Zhou Ziyun respectively.
Zhou Ziyun saw the fairy grass on Su Jinyue's desk and sighed helplessly. She then summoned a ball of pale purple flame. It seemed she had no choice but to fight. Perhaps she still had a chance of winning.
"It's the Purple Sunflower Fire! Master Zhou the Immortal actually has the Purple Sunflower Fire, which is ranked tenth among the heavenly fires." The onlookers were shocked by the Purple Sunflower Fire that Zhou Ziyun had sacrificed.
"It looks like Master Zhou Xiandan is definitely going to win this time. Luckily, I bet on her to win."
"I wonder if Master Su Xiandan is still using the same flame as before."
Su Jinyue curled her lips and still used the Glazed Fire that she had used before.
"The Purple Sunflower Fire is a heavenly fire, and the Glazed Fire is just a strange fire. They are not on the same level at all. It seems that Master Su Xian is doomed to lose."
"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have bet on Master Su Xiandan to win. Is it too late to regret it now?"
The cultivators who bet on Su Jinyue to win all had regretful expressions on their faces. In the previous match, Su Jinyue had finished refining the elixir first, so they thought she would definitely win in overtime. But now that Zhou Ziyun was using the Purple Sunflower Fire, they couldn't be sure anymore.
Zhou Ziyun slapped the alchemy furnace in front of her and put the fairy herbs into the furnace in order. Her movements were as smooth as flowing water, which amazed the people in the audience.
Su Jinyue's approach was simpler. She raised her hand and waved it, and all the dozen or so kinds of magical herbs on the table fell into the alchemy furnace.
Everyone had seen Su Jinyue refine pills before, so they were not surprised by her method.
Time passed by minute by minute, and everyone stared at the two people on the stage, hoping that the result would come out soon.
Zhou Ziyun took out a jade bottle, put away the refined pill, turned to look at Su Jinyue, and saw that she had not yet finished refining it. She let out a long breath. She was now in a state of conflict, hoping that Su Jinyue would fail, but also hoping that she could succeed.
If Su Jinyue failed to refine it, she would be the winner of this competition, and the Ten Thousand Year Silver Wood would be hers. However, if Su Jinyue succeeded in refining it, she would have witnessed the refining of the Ninth Level Immortal Pill with her own eyes, which was also an honor.
Seeing that Zhou Ziyun's elixir was finished, those who bet on Zhou Ziyun to win cheered excitedly.
"Master Zhou Xiandan completed the refining first. It is indeed different with the purple sunflower fire."
"We're definitely going to win, hahahaha... I knew we were going to win."
Some of those who bet on Su Jinyue to win were dejected, some were secretly angry, and some were cursing.
"What the hell? If you don't have the ability, don't participate in the overtime game. Why don't you just admit defeat at the beginning? You made me lose so many fairy stones."
"Exactly. I thought she was so capable. What bad luck!"
"Those people are so annoying. I'm going to argue with them." Xu Yanran couldn't stand it any longer and was about to walk towards the two monks who were talking.
Gu Jintian reached out and grabbed Xu Yanran, "Don't bother with them. They'll soon realize how wrong they are."
"But what they said was so rude." Xu Yanran said angrily.
Gu Jintian smiled and patted Xu Yanran on the shoulder, "Don't be angry, they will slap you in the face soon."
Xu Yanran nodded and turned her gaze back to the stage, looking at Su Jinyue with anticipation in her eyes. She hoped the moment of being slapped in the face would come soon.
Zhan Yihan came up to several cultivators who were speaking ill of Su Jinyue and asked, "Do you think Master Su Xiandan will lose?"
The few people who were speaking ill of Su Jinyue were stunned for a moment. One of them, a middle-aged cultivator with a goatee, snorted coldly, "She hasn't finished refining the elixir yet. Isn't the answer obvious?"
Zhan Yihan curled his lips sarcastically and looked at the others, "Do you think so too?"
"Of course!" Everyone nodded, not understanding why Zhan Yihan asked them this question.
"How much immortal stones did you bet on Master Su Xiandan? I'll give you the immortal stones, and you'll give me the betting slip, how about that?" Zhan Yihan glanced at the crowd. Since they were sure Jin Yue would lose, why should he let them earn immortal stones?
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