Proud Evil God Concubine

Chapter 852 Madman Alchemy Method ([-])
However, it is not surprising that Ah Yan refined the soul power of the old master of the Mu family and was promoted to a spiritual master.

While surprised in my heart, I was also happy and excited for Ah Yan. I believe that Ah Yan is not far from the God King!

"Shameless villain, who secretly harmed others, and dared to attack my apprentice! If I don't teach you a lesson today, I really think that I, Mr. Hong, can't do anything!" After Hong Qin realized it, he was furious, his body moved, Immediately, he jumped to the central square, beating the middle-aged man wildly.

Suddenly, the man's painful and miserable howls resounded in the square!

"You are so old, you are so old, you still want to imitate other people's little dolls to participate in the alchemy conference, you really have no shame!" Hong Qin scolded and beat him, and then pulled off the mask on the middle-aged man's face , revealing a wrinkled face, it seems that he is more than 60 years old.

"Damn, so they're all so old, they've already passed the competition age, and they're still pretending to be tender, shameless!"

"The people in Xianling Pavilion are disgusting! They made us fail in alchemy!"

"It's a shame that Xianling Pavilion is famous in mainland China for its pills, it's simply disgusting!"

"I didn't expect the people in Xianling Pavilion to be so despicable! They pretended to be tender, but even used vicious methods. I don't know if they will poison it when they are refining alchemy!"

"Ah... I used to buy their elixir often, we won't be poisoned..."

"I will never go to Xianling Pavilion to buy pills again, maybe I will be poisoned to death one day without knowing..."

Everyone in the stands spoke to each other, all of them looked angry and cursed.

At this moment, the reputation of Xianling Pavilion is completely discredited.

Ling Qianye's old face turned green and red for a while, and he couldn't say a word of rebuttal. Now that there are witnesses and material evidence, no matter how much he quibbles, it won't help.

Hong Qin flew back to his position, threw the elder of the Fairy Pavilion on the ground, stepped on him, and looked up at Ling Qianye, "Ling Qianye, what else do you have to say this time?"

"Pavilion Master, save me!" The elder of the Fairy Spirit Pavilion twisted his face in pain, asking Ling Qianye for help.

Ling Qianye just glanced at it lightly, and snorted coldly, "This person was indeed a disciple of my Fairy Spirit Pavilion before, but he repeatedly violated the rules of the sect, and even tried to steal the alchemy book of the sect master, so he was expelled a long time ago. I didn’t expect him to sneak into Xianling Pavilion without making a sound, and even participated in the competition under a false name. It is really a shame to my Xianling Pavilion! If I don’t kill you, what is my reputation in Xianling Pavilion?”

As soon as the words fell, with a flick of the fingertip, a ray of flame flew out, and the elder was instantly burned completely by the strange fire, leaving only a pile of ashes.

Everyone was stunned and sighed. They didn't expect Ling Qianye to kill people in such a silent way. This is a typical murder to silence!
But this is a matter of Xianling Pavilion, and everyone doesn't bother to pay attention to it, but the impression of Xianling Pavilion is even worse.

Hong Qin snorted coldly, feeling very shameless.

"The game continues, and the rest will be discussed later." Yun Fuchen's voice was light, but a powerful and unparalleled aura emanated from him, permeating the entire square, like a king descending.

Everyone who felt this vast momentum fell silent, and the square regained its calm.

The Alchemy Contest originally focused on relying on real strength, and such an act of secretly harming people is too despicable.What's more, this is the once-in-ten-year Alchemy Conference, which everyone has prepared for a long time, but it was messed up inexplicably, and all the efforts were in vain.

After such a commotion, there are only a few alchemists left in the field.

(End of this chapter)