Fast-wearing female supporting role always acts as a demon

Chapter 147: Highly Talented Students at Xiandao Academy (11)

The faint stream of light attracted the attention of the audience, and even the judges in the audience got up and rushed to the stage quickly.

Ye Wan was triumphant, and showed his results to the judges one by one.

The Xuming Pill is extremely precious, and it is very rare to get one of the top ten pills in this batch of ten pills, so what if the other nine pills are all abolished?

What's more, so far, Ye Wan is just a student, and if things go on like this, the future is boundless!
With the facts in mind, Ye Yanshuang didn't shy away from it, she raised her hand to stroke her beard, and smiled very happily when she nodded.

Ye Wan tried his best to protect the Ye family's face, the three elders of the Ye family were not to mention how satisfied they were, each full of smiles, waiting for the first and second trade union presidents to make a decision.

The head of the first labor union observed carefully, nodded slightly, and did not comment.

The president of the second trade union seemed to be in a good mood. He watched the whole process carefully and sighed: "Not bad! It's really top-notch, brother Ye, you Ye family are blessed!"

Hearing this, Ye Wan felt even more relaxed, and squinted to peek at Ye Meng's progress.

Although she thought she was already very good, that idiot Ye Meng could never be as good as her, but for some reason, she just wanted to watch.

Seeing this, she almost pissed her off.

Ye Meng seemed to have not noticed the movement here at all, still smiling and shaking the rocker to herself, looking refreshed and showing no effort at all.

It was in stark contrast to Ye Wan's going all out just now.

Such indifference, such arrogance, why would it appear on a fool?
Ye Wan was out of breath, and shouted regardless: "Ye Meng! You don't have much time left!"

Ye Yanshuang, who was still complacent and comforted just now, the smile on her face froze immediately, secretly complaining that Ye Wan couldn't hold her breath today.

Such deliberate interference, how can there be any general style at all?

Sure enough, the presidents of the two trade unions each glanced at Ye Wan, their faces full of secrecy.

Looking up, Ye Meng's side was still calm, as if he had completely entered a state of introversion, like an expert who lived in seclusion in the mountains.

And just at this moment, Ye Meng, who hadn't injected any energy into her body, suddenly moved, and she was suddenly surrounded by a layer of extremely light but solid silver light around her body.

It was as if, suddenly, a light silver barrier was erected to isolate the outside world.

The point is, even at this moment, Ye Meng's face is still full of smiles, and it seems that she has not put any effort at all.

She even raised her head and looked at Ye Wan with a smile.

He replied: "Thank you for the reminder! However, the president said that you can delay the time for me! After all, I am about to finish my practice soon, but what about 'Longevity'!"

The voice was extremely soft, but once again lightly spread to the audience.

Under such a situation of wasting vitality, the sound transmission was able to reach this point, and the audience was in an uproar.

The audience began to discuss: "As expected of the person who met Xianyuan! Look at her, she doesn't seem to be struggling!"

Ye Guan was so angry that he stomped his feet, tried his best to suppress his emotions and still called out: "Playing like a ghost!"

Seeing the faces of the presidents of the two trade unions change again and again, Ye Yanshuang couldn't help but fell silent.

He looked at Ye Meng, his deep gaze gradually turned into a cold calculation.

He was waiting, waiting for Ye Meng's failure in the next moment, after that, he could logically take Ye Meng home and punish her to think behind closed doors.

The next moment, the strange pill furnace began to shake violently, and there was an extremely piercing sound, similar to some kind of bird singing, from the furnace.

The people who praised him just now panicked, took a few steps back automatically, and stared at Ye Meng with wide-eyed eyes.

This is, it's time to fry the furnace?
(End of this chapter)