unscrupulous angel

The big hooligan suddenly thought of a sentence, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there is a heart.

This is really true!

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Half an hour later, the man in the green hat also finished refining fifty kinds of medicinal materials.

At this time, the red-haired old man was still standing there blankly.

Obviously, the scene just now had brought him a huge blow.

This huge blow even made it impossible for him to continue refining the remaining medicinal materials!

The staff of the conference glanced at the red-haired old man, sighed and shook their heads, put the loudspeaker crystal to their mouths, and said, "Okay, I announce that the first round of the alchemy championship is officially over!"

After the conference staff finished speaking, the red-haired old man came back to his senses.

Looking at the unrefined medicinal materials on the table, the red-haired old man sighed heavily. For a moment, he seemed to be ten years older again!

Ignoring the red-haired old man, the conference staff cleared their throats and continued: "Next, I will announce the results of the first round. No.1, Master Duan Hao! No.2, Ferode!"

Huge cheers sounded from the stands again.

Although it has been known for a long time that the big gangster will win the first round, the audience is still extremely excited when they hear the staff announce the result.

Ferode, the man with green hat, turned his head to look at the big gangster, raised the big gangster up, and said, "Duan Hao, you are really strong. The four words of alchemy master are worthy of the name!"

The big gangster couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

In that way, you can really be as proud as you want.

Ferode didn't think there was anything wrong with this. In his opinion, the big hooligan should be proud.

If he has this ability, he will also be proud.

As for jealousy, that's not it.

There is no such thing as getting something for nothing. If someone is ahead of me in alchemy, I must have put in more effort than myself.

I have to say, this Ferode, in terms of character, really has nothing to say!

"One hour of rest, one hour later, the second round of competition!" The staff said again.

Hearing this, Ferode sat down cross-legged without saying a word, and began to recover the grudge he had consumed when refining the medicinal materials.

The red-haired old man took several deep breaths in a row, then sat down cross-legged, and began to recover.

However, the big hooligans used chairs and round tables.The teapot and teacups were taken out, and they sat on the chair and continued to drink tea leisurely...