but--
It smells really bad.
Originally, alchemists relied on their sense of smell and memory to distinguish spiritual plants. This kind of smell could easily interfere with one's sense of smell! !
"Do you want to take a breath?" Xue Yu looked at the person holding his breath madly diagonally, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Not really?
As Xue Yu said this sarcastic remark, he seemed to have forgotten the time when Ye Qiao smoked him to death.
"Impossible!! Don't even think about getting me to meet my grandmother." His face turned red, and he absolutely refused to admit defeat.
Xue Yu shrugged: "It's up to you then."
Ye Qiao found that apart from the distorted faces of the alchemy practitioners, none of them had any signs of a furnace explosion. She continued to work hard, took out a megaphone and shouted, "Third Senior Brother."
She beeped towards the stage: "Do you remember the elixir I cooked in class?"
Xue Yu: “…”
“Do you remember that smell?”
"Come on, let's hurt each other. You can't smoke them to death."
Xue Yu was somewhat moved.
He is also a bit abnormal. If he were a normal person, he would be disturbed every time after competing in more than ten games. His mentality would be distorted after being attacked with spiritual sense.
Seeing Xue Yu's somewhat abnormal expression, the other alchemists frowned, not understanding why the two relatives were keeping it a secret.
Xue Yu was refining the flavor of snail noodles that Ye Qiao had developed before. He was the fastest at refining pills, and after making ten pill seals, he began to adjust the fragrance and evaporate the liquid.
The durian flavor of Ye Qiao Lian, the combination of the two is simply amazing.
A strange stench gradually filled the entire stadium.
He pointed his finger, and the spiritual plant fell smoothly into the alchemy furnace. The young man was tall and slender, with clear eyes and eyebrows. He was the only one in the field who remained calm and unaffected.
This is thanks to Ye Qiao's heroic feat back then.
There is a saying that is also very true, the best way to deal with opponent interference is to try to adapt.
Xue Yu had been with Ye Qiao for so long that he successfully adapted to the strange smell she brought out.
The only ones who suffer then are those who cannot accept it.
One of the alchemists' faces flushed, and he looked around, as if trying to find the source of the stench.
His hands shook violently and the proportions were immediately wrong.
Finally, an alchemist who couldn't stand it anymore threw away the herbs and rushed out of the field.
"I abstain." I can't stand it anymore.
Alchemists have a sensitive sense of smell, and this smell is floating around inside and outside the field. Who the hell are they trying to screw with?
After dozens of matches, he had never encountered anyone giving up. Xue Yu's eyes lit up slightly. He didn't expect that this kind of operation could actually make those people give up?
At this moment, he seemed to have found a good way to end the game quickly.
The other side.
In front of a disciple sitting diagonally opposite Xue Yu, the alchemy furnace began to boil for no reason, and exploded without any warning the next second.
After the alchemy furnace exploded, brown juice flew all over the sky and Xue Yu was unfortunately splashed in the face.
He was standing in the middle and suffered the most. His body was covered in brown medicinal juice. Coupled with the stinking snail noodle-flavored pill he had refined in front of him, the situation became somewhat out of control.
“Oh my god.”
what happened?
"Has Xue Yu gone astray?"
No way.
Who has gone crazy and started eating shit?
To be honest, it's just refining a pill.
But Xue Yu's terrifying expression, which looked like it could stop a child from crying at night, plus the brown medicine on his body, successfully led to the misunderstanding of everyone.
God knows what happened to these alchemy practitioners.
The referee was also looking at the field in confusion. Not only was it filled with brown juice, but it also smelled terrible.
The perfume-making process is to allow disciples to express themselves freely, but not too freely.
The alchemists were also quite devastated. They stared blankly at the overwhelming stench, and Xue Yu was the only one in the field who remained calm.
at last--
"yue."
I don’t know who buried his head and vomited.
The alchemy furnace exploded at the same time.
Next, without exception, all the furnaces in the field exploded with crackling sounds.
referee:"……"
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