While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

Song Zhi's hunch was right.

Almost the moment she opened her eyes, a bunch of dark clouds flashing with purple thunder roared in from the distant horizon.

The protective barrier quickly rose on the Alchemy Alliance Arena, and the lightning that snaked down struck directly towards Zhao Muyang.

One after another.

Exactly forty-nine thunder tribulations later, the closed door of the alchemy room where Zhao Muyang was located was finally opened.

As soon as Zhao Muyang's figure appeared, everyone smelled the refreshing scent of medicine first.

Two round white pills were placed in a wooden box.

If you look closely, you can see that there is clearly a circle of elixir patterns surrounding the elixir ball.

In an instant, there was an uproar inside and outside the stadium.

"Seventh grade!"

"It's the seventh-grade Zengyuan Dan!"

"Zhao Muyang of the Lingxian Sect, he actually made it!"

"Genius, he really is a genius."

"How old is he? He is just building the foundation of Dzogchen."

"The seventh-grade alchemist, the youngest seventh-grade alchemist in history, has appeared!"

"A miracle, this is a miracle!"

"Is it really Zengyuan Dan?"

"This Zhao Muyang, will he use the Yu to make up for his loss? Will he use other elixirs instead?"

Some people praise it, and some people are bound to question it.

Zhao Muyang listened to the comments of others, always straightened his back, and walked towards the judging panel without being humble or arrogant.

"Zhao Muyang of the Xiaodao Spiritual Immortal Sect, fortunately he has lived up to his mission and has completed the examination questions for the Zengyuan Dan."

"Seniors, please accept and comment."

Zhao Muyang bowed slightly and handed the wooden box in his hand to the Alchemy Alliance disciple on the side.

In full view of everyone, this Alchemy Alliance disciple respectfully placed the wooden box in front of the judging panel.

The two white pills have been quietly exuding a pleasant medicinal fragrance.

A monk with the Golden Elixir Great Perfection, after just a few deep sniffs, he felt that his whole body was boiling with spiritual energy, and he felt like he wanted to break through the barrier.

"It's Zengyuan Dan!"

"Good stuff!"

"Leader Xue, senior alchemists, the young master of the Liao family in Xiaoke Fangzhou City."

"Xiao Ke is willing to give three million middle-grade spiritual stones and a purple dragon grass to buy a Yuan-Zeng Dan from Master Zhao!"

In the viewing gallery, there was a clever monk who immediately waved his storage bag and shouted loudly.

Only then did the others realize it and started offering sky-high prices to compete.

They admired the two elixirs refined by Zhao Muyang with great admiration.

Zhao Muyang stood under the referee's table, but his expression remained unchanged, looking calm and unmoved.

At the referee's table, the ninth-grade alchemist headed by Zhenjun Bai Lian stood up and scraped off a little bit of the elixir powder with a knife, then rubbed it gently and slowly in his hands to feel its texture.

Another elder from the Jianzong of Golden Elixir Dzogchen put this powder into his mouth to actually test it.

Throughout the whole process, the spectators and referees had the same nervous anticipation.

Everyone stared closely at the referee responsible for testing the elixir.

Just when True Lord Bai Lian nodded slightly and was about to speak to draw a conclusion, the female elder of the Jian Sect who had just swallowed the powder suddenly shouted loudly and left the referee's seat in an instant.

"Leader Xue, my spiritual wall is broken and I am about to reach the Nascent Soul stage. Please stay away for now, fellow Taoists!"

"Uncle Master, please protect me!"

The female elder of the Sword Sect shouted loudly, and a flowing sword flew into the air.

As the sword made a series of sword marks, the golden elixir female cultivator suddenly peeked through the spiritual wall and threw out a magical weapon in the cave of retreat.

Among the spectators, a middle-aged male swordsman with unshaven beard stepped out.

He held his arms in his arms, and in his arms lay a simple long sword. With the posture of one man guarding the gate and ten thousand men unable to stop him, he strongly protected the female disciple of the Sword Sect.

However, most people's attention at this time was on Zhao Muyang and the two pills he refined.

"What a powerful Yuan-Zeng Dan!" "In the past, the few Yuan-Zeng Dans that were released on the market had at most a auxiliary effect."

"Although it is a seventh-grade elixir, its quality is mediocre."

"This Dan Master Zhao's elixirs are both surrounded by powerful elixir patterns, and they even attracted thunder from the sky."

"This is clearly an existence that defies heaven."

"Zhao Muyang is simply the darling of the Dan Zhi Dao!"

"Seventh grade alchemist, who else could he be?"

"Master Zhao, I don't ask for the Yuan-Zeng Dan. I only hope that you can take the time to meet me and refine a Qi-Yuan Dan for my son to help him start a life of cultivation!"

"Master Zhao, look at me and us..."

At this time, the spectators in the audience went crazy with joy.

They were waving wildly, shouting, and scrambling for fear that Zhao Muyang would not be able to remember them.

At this time, no final decision has been made regarding Zhao Muyang's final grade.

"Zhao Muyang of the Lingxian Sect."

"Although you have refined the seventh-grade Yuan-increasing pill."

"But I see that your breath is exhausted and your spiritual power is gone."

"I guess you succeeded in refining it because your luck was greater than your own strength."

"According to the relevant regulations of the Alchemy Alliance, I will position you as a sixth-grade alchemist."

"Do you have any objection?"

"If you want to challenge for the title of seventh grade, you can challenge all seventh grade alchemists in the next third arena."

"As long as you win three of them, you can change your level to level seven."

Over there, the female elder of the Sword Sect was gathering strength, waiting to overcome the disaster.

Here, Zhenjun Bai Lian finally made a decision after brief discussions with several core referees.

After hearing this, Zhao Muyang had not yet reacted, but the onlookers below were furious and quite dissatisfied with the result.

"Zhenjun is right."

"The boy's refining of the Zengyuan Pill is indeed related to luck."

"With my current comprehensive strength, I really can't get any pills above grade seven at my fingertips."

"I accept the title of Sixth Grade Alchemist."

Zhao Muyang bowed slightly to the referee's seat and faced his shortcomings with a calm face.

Compared with his unusual alchemy talent, this normality made people like Zhenjun Bai Lian even more happy.

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Concerned about the power of the Jie Yun by the elders of the Sword Sect, Xue Yin finally decided to move the competition venue to another direction in Linxian City, as far away from the Jie Yun as possible.

At this time, the contestants finally had a longer rest.

As soon as Zhao Muyang stepped out of the arena, Ji Yu and the others greeted him happily.

Zhao Muyang smiled at the three outer disciples, but his eyes were fixed on Song Zhi at the end.

"Junior sister, I still have a tough battle to fight next."

"You need to recuperate and recuperate."

"Please ask my junior sister to pass this Yuan-Zeng Dan to the seniors of the Sword Sect on my behalf."

"If it weren't for the help of the senior god, the miraculous effect of my Yuan-increasing pill would not be reflected."

"Now that Senior Jian Zong has an arrow on the string, we might as well put the icing on the cake and form a good relationship."

Zhao Muyang, who has been practicing at the banker for a month, is now thinking and doing things that are close to the leader's thinking.

Song Zhi reached out to take the elixir and fully agreed with his senior brother's arrangement.

In the Qianhu cultivation world, there is such a saying.

I would rather offend ten Dharma cultivators than offend one sword cultivator.

Especially the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect.

Because the disciples of the Xishan Sword Sect, regardless of gender, are all stubborn, mad dogs who accept death.

On the premise that we can make good friends, we must not make enemies.

As a newly promoted sixth-grade alchemist, Zhao Muyang has learned all by himself without a teacher and has begun to accumulate a protective umbrella for himself.