People are fighting and breaking: Awakening Confucian Saint System at the beginning

Chapter 91 An eighth-grade alchemist? !

As the test platform turned, the dazzling golden light suddenly lit up, and everyone was stunned on the spot, because what appeared in front of them was not five points or six points.

But a full ten!
There was even more golden light shining on the test bench. This was the only unexpected situation during the test.Everyone except President Fa Ma looked at him with puzzled looks, a little curious as to what was going on.

President Fa Ma looked strange and said hurriedly: "Little brother, how many times have you tempered the black iron leaf?"

"Because the black iron leaf is only a third-grade material and can withstand up to eighteen times of tempering."

Hearing this, President Fa Ma suddenly turned pale with horror, "You mean... you have tempered the black iron leaf eighteen times. How is this possible? Even a fifth-grade alchemist can only temper it fifteen times. But why are you..."

Liu Ling gritted her teeth and clenched her fists fiercely. She didn't expect that this guy could temper the black iron leaf eighteen times in such a short period of time. No one would be willing to believe it.

Jiang Cheng said calmly: "Nothing is impossible, we can announce it now."

"Okay." President Fa Ma calmed down his excitement and said hurriedly: "Congratulations to everyone who stayed at the scene, everyone successfully passed the test competition, and the final result is that Jiangnan Xiaoyou has refined it eighteen times, and the purity ranks very high. First.

Tomorrow is the Alchemist Conference. You should know that in addition to the contestants from your own country, some outstanding alchemists from other countries will also participate in the conference. Their strength cannot be underestimated. You must do your best to suppress them. In order to The honor of Jia Ma Empire, go all out! "

Jiang Cheng shook his head. If it weren't for helping that old guy Jia Xingtian, he wouldn't have come to participate in such an alchemist conference.

Otto laughed heartily, "Sir, you are too powerful. By the way, what level of alchemist are you?"

Jiang Cheng shrugged, nodded and said with a smile: "Currently there is only the eighth grade, but it should be only one step away from the ninth grade."

Otto's expression at this time was like the third emoji pack on your phone. He was dumbfounded and looked at the back of his husband as he left with some confusion.

It took a long time to recover.

"Eight products!"

Otto was almost crazy. Only then did he realize why his husband was unwilling to participate in this alchemist conference, because with him here, the championship title must be his.

Thinking about it with your toes, no matter how strong the opponent is, who can be an enemy of an eighth-grade alchemist? That is like a rarity in the Dou Qi Continent. I didn't expect that Mr. would reach this level.

It's appalling.

Returning to his residence, Ice Emperor Haibodong had been waiting for a long time. After seeing Jiang Cheng, he also stood up from his chair and held his hands in arms.

"I heard that you are going to participate in this alchemist conference?"

Jiang Cheng poured himself a glass of water and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to know that I participated in this competition. You are quite well informed."

Ice King Haibodong said softly: "Mittelengshan saw you not long ago, but he didn't come up to say hello."

"With your identity and strength, are you also interested in the spirit-melting elixir recipe for this competition?"

Hai Bodong gave him a puzzled look. The spirit-melting elixir recipe for this competition was only of the sixth grade. With Jiang Cheng's strength, he probably wouldn't bother using it.Jiang Cheng sat on a chair and responded softly: "The Fusion Spirit Pill formula is useless to me, but I have some connections with the people of the Izumo Empire."

"Ok?"

Jiang Cheng told Haibodong what happened a few years ago. After learning about it, he couldn't help but frown. He didn't expect that the guys from the Izumo Empire dared to issue a wanted order for the Confucian sage. This was really knowing. If there is a tiger, go to Tiger Mountain.

However, Jiang Cheng was just a fighting king back then, so he naturally didn't take him seriously. Now if he knew that he had broken through to the fighting saint realm, he would probably immediately dismiss all pursuits and even kneel down and beg for mercy.

Haibodong gently stroked the pendant on his chest with a strange look on his face, "The people of the Izumo Empire are really overmatched. Why don't you let me kill them."

"calm down."

Jiang Cheng waved his hand and said in a scholarly manner: "Every wrong has its owner and every debt has its owner. This time Yan Li is an old acquaintance of mine, so naturally it would be better for me to resolve it myself."

It was Yanli who caused the fight in the first place, and luckily he escaped. This time, such a situation will not happen again.

Haibodong shook his head. He was still the same as before. He didn't feel panic when doing anything. He even felt like he was winning a battle thousands of miles away.

However, with the strength of the Confucian Sage, he is an invincible existence in the entire northwest continent. No matter whether it is several major empires or the so-called Black Corner Region, he is an existence that is not to be feared.

Jiang Cheng waved his right hand, and several special medicine bottles suddenly appeared in front of Haibodong. "This is the Purple Pill of Restoration that I promised you last time. After taking it, your strength should be restored soon."

Haibodong also quickly opened the medicine bottle and poured out the Soul-Reviving Purple Pill inside. The strong fragrance of the medicine hit his face. Just one smell was refreshing, and it also made his expression change slightly.

This is indeed the high-level elixir that Hai Bodong has dreamed of. You know, he has been waiting for this elixir for several years, and now he can finally get his wish.

Hai Bodong looked at the Soul-Reviving Purple Pill in his hand, with mixed feelings in his heart. He smacked his lips and said, "From now on, I will also call you sir."

Jiang Cheng, who was drinking water, was stunned and looked at Haibodong with some confusion. He had met him when he was fighting the king, and they had been friends for many years. Calling him sir was a bit too much. Out of sight...

However, Haibodong shook his head and replied: "Jiang Cheng, your growth rate is far beyond what we can spy on. In just a few years, you have been promoted from Dou Wang to Dou Sage. This kind of cultivation talent can be called unbelievable."

"What will those people think of me if I call you by your name again?"

Haibodong shrugged and said, "So, from now on, I'll call you sir, so that those old guys won't gossip."

Seeing Hai Bodong like this, Jiang Cheng shook his head helplessly, that's all, since he wants to be called, then let him do whatever he wants.

Jiang Cheng said: "Old Hai, if you need anything, just ask me. As long as I can do it, I won't shirk it."

Haibodong smiled heartily and said, "I don't need anything. If it weren't for you, I would probably still be drawing maps in the Tagor Desert."

Jiang Cheng also laughed. Hai Lao was really humorous, but even without himself, Xiao Yan would have saved him, but it was not that easy to take the Soul-Resurrecting Purple Pill.

(End of this chapter)