Chapter 198
Ye Lan sent Leng Qingqiu out to tell Han Dun about their current situation, and then he stayed in the room alone and started thinking about escape tools.
He remembered that the formation that the powerful man had given him contained many things that he had previously thought were useless.
Those things that seemed useless before now seem to be completely useful.
Ye Lan locked himself in the room, frantically using jade slips to create one formation after another.
On the other side, Leng Qingqiu came to Han Dun's room and simply told him about their current situation without even entering the door.
Leng Qingqiu glanced coldly at the fool in front of him and put a tight ring around his neck.
"You know what happened today. After two days, be smart."
Han Dun tilted his head:???
Han Dun opened his mouth to ask what Senior Brother Leng meant by this, but Leng Qingqiu in front of him just turned away.
It seems that talking to him will get you into trouble.
Han Dun raised one hand alone in the air: ...
Han Dun stared blankly at Leng Qingqiu's departing figure. He just wanted to wonder, what had happened today? What did he know? And how would he be smart in two days?
Am I so clumsy in my daily life?
Han Dun returned to the room and closed the door.
I was completely immersed in memories and couldn't extricate myself.
Ye Lan worked day and night, and Leng Qingqiu wanted to go in but was ruthlessly blocked outside the door by the barrier.
Time quickly came to the second day, and Ye Lan appeared outside the door with full health.
Han Dun and Leng Qingqiu were waiting outside his door early. Ye Lan glanced at the worried Han Dun and the indifferent Leng Qingqiu, then headed towards the competition venue.
Leng Qingqiu looked at Ye Lan's departing back, his eyes full of tenderness.
Han Dun left shaking his head. He really couldn't understand how these two people got along.
When Ye Lan arrived at the Danxiu competition venue, he found that the white-haired old man who came to maintain order yesterday was also sitting at the top.
He looked at her meaningfully, and Ye Lan did not dodge, letting him look at her openly.
The white-haired old man withdrew his gaze without leaving a trace and looked towards the tree in the distance.
There was a person standing there, none other than Ye Lan's cheap apprentice.
Zhang Guodong.
Zhang Guodong bowed respectfully to the white-haired old man, then slowly stepped aside.
The white-haired old man sighed, retracted his gaze, and looked at all the selected candidates below again.
"The first round of screening is complete. Due to time constraints, the rules for the second round have been changed."
"Selected disciples, please come on stage and use your own alchemy furnaces to refine your strongest elixir. The ranking of the competition will still be determined by the level, grade, and quantity of the elixir."
"This round will directly determine the winner. I hope you all will stay alert and not regret it later."
As soon as he said this, almost everyone below was shocked.
They all followed their master's instructions, hoping for a chance to reach the third level.
As a result, we now tell them that the third level has been cancelled and no longer exists.
This caused some people who lost the first round of the competition to shout out their dissatisfaction, and one of them looked very familiar.
"How could you do this! Changing the rules at will!"
"Yeah, we were planning to wait for another competition to enter the third round! If you cancel it like that, what are we going to do? Have we prepared for all these years in vain?"
There were originally few people who said anything, but as soon as they heard someone taking the lead, they immediately started to flock together.
They expressed their dissatisfaction.
Ye Lan stood in the corner and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the familiar person.
Aren't they the two people who said they were the "rotten apples"?
The two men almost had the words "conspicuous bag" written on their heads. Ye Lan glanced at the white-haired old man on the stage and saw that the white-haired old man didn't care and stretched out his hand to grab casually.
The two conspicuous people immediately shut up their microphones, their mouths sealed tightly, and they couldn't utter a single word.
They twisted their bodies and struggled wildly.
But the white-haired old man would not let these troublemakers go so easily. With a wave of his hand, he knocked the two men away.
"The sect competition is an extremely serious competition. Why don't you think about why you didn't give your best in the first round, but instead hope to turn the tide in the later rounds?"
"If you are dissatisfied, you can leave and return to your sect to ask your leader!"
The white-haired old man spoke for a while, and the crowd below instantly became silent.
No one objected, and the game progressed faster.
Those who successfully advanced to the second round jumped onto the competition stage one after another, and everyone looked at each other.
No one wanted to be the first to start, but He Yiran disagreed. He was the first to show off his alchemy furnace.
His alchemy furnace was inlaid with countless luxurious gems, looking extremely luxurious and precious.
"What are you all standing there for? Start refining the elixir quickly. There's only two sticks of incense left. What are you still hesitating about?" He mocked the others while looking at Ye Lan. He immediately changed his tone and continued.
"Brother Ye, let's compete again this time. If I can beat you this time, how about we become friends?"
Ye Lan: ...
Ye Lan simply ignored this person, walked to the corner alone and started thinking.
This time, the ranking order is determined by the level, grade, and quantity of the pills.
Unfortunately, the highest level Song Qi taught him was only level five...
This is not an advantage...
Ye Lan touched his chin and thought, and suddenly, his eyes looked at He Yiran who was also thinking about what kind of elixir to refine.
Ye Lan's eyes rolled, and he raised his head to look at He Yiran and said loudly: "Then Brother He, let's have a competition. If you win, then I, Ye, will make you my friend!"
He Yiran's eyes lit up when he was named, and he said with great joy, "Is this true?"
He never gave up on his previous proposal.
What he did just now was just a test. He Yiran thought that if Brother Ye agreed to the bet, then he would be one step closer to success.
Seeing that he had taken the bait, Ye Lan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, forming a beautiful arc.
"More real than pearls!"
He Yiran slapped the Qiankun bag on his waist, and several kinds of spiritual herbs flew out instantly.
"Then Brother Ye, you've decided to be my friend! Hahaha!"
He was a little hesitant before, wondering what level of elixir he should refine.
But stimulated by Ye Lan, he started to refine the highest grade ninth elixir without thinking!
Although he is not that proficient in refining ninth-grade elixirs, he still has the advantage of level!
Even if the refining fails, an inner disciple from a large sect like mine is still no match for a disciple from a small sect that ranks last!
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