Legendary Pharmacist

Boom, the sound of thunder resounded on the flat ground, and a large number of electric arcs were mixed in the flickering white light. Ge An and Zheng Qiu bounced away in an instant, flying three feet away.

"Beautiful!" At the banquet table, Elder Ming Zong saw his apprentice hit Ge An with the Thunder Sword Curse, slammed the table and stood up, raising his fist and applauding loudly.

Next to him, Mingkong Zilin also jumped up and cheered loudly: "It's great, it's great! The stupid boy is enlightened!"

Ge Wuqing saw that the people of Qian Yunzong were so excited, he kept a stern face and kept silent, pinching the armrest of the chair and rattling.

"Hiss, hiss..." Zheng Qiu gasped and sat up from the ground while supporting his back. The master never said that the Thunder Sword Curse will bounce people away. This fall was really hard, and my back couldn't stand up straight, and it hurt when I moved.

He looked at his right hand. At this time, the sleeve below the elbow was completely burned, and the whole arm was pitch black, almost like charcoal in the stove.

No, it should be charred barbecue, because white smoke is still sizzling.

The palm of the hand was even darker, the outer skin on it was cracked into small pieces, and it seemed that there was no trace of moisture. Zheng Qiu even suspected that his palm was as brittle as charcoal, and would shatter if he broke it.

The whole arm, only the upper arm had severe pain, and there was no sensation below the elbow, as if it had been cut off. Zheng Qiu was very worried, wondering if such an injury could be cured.

In the distance, Ge An was lying on the ground, his body was still flashing with electric arcs, his limbs were constantly twitching, twisting into various weird shapes.

The Thunder Sword Curse hit him directly on the face, making his face as black as if he had been wiped with pot ashes, not a single eyebrow was left, and even most of his hair was burned.

The scattered electric arc scratched the clothes, leaving large black scorched marks, like a beggar whose clothes were burned by fire.

Zheng Qiu tried his best to stand up, and slowly walked to Ge An's side, seeing Ge An's smoldering black face, he knelt down and poked with his left hand.

Zizi, the arc flickered, making his fingers numb. Apart from twitching his limbs, Ge An didn't open his eyes at all. He poked again, but still didn't open his eyes.

Zheng Qiu stood up and looked in the direction of the banquet table. He remembered the rules of the competition that Ge Wuqing said, the person who falls down is considered the loser, so now that Ge An is lying on the ground and cannot open his eyes, there should be a result.

The suzerain Mingkong Aoqing shook his fan and said flatly: "Ge Wuqing, you also saw it, Ge An has fallen, Zheng Qiu won."

Ge Wuqing's face was dark, he stared at the suzerain without saying a word, his eyes flickered, he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this moment, Mingkong Zilin suddenly screamed. After Ge An fell down, the blue light mist on her body had long since disappeared, but now the light mist reappeared, which proved that Ge An was practicing martial arts.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Ge Wuqing's mouth turned up: "Hmph, it's not over yet!"

Elder Ming Zong saw the light mist on Zi Lin's body, and his face suddenly changed. Such a powerful Thunder Sword Curse failed to subdue Ge An, so Zheng Qiu will have no other spells.

He hurriedly looked towards the open space, and opened his mouth to remind his apprentice.

"Don't remind me! According to the rules, no one can interfere!" Seeing Elder Ming Zong's movements, Ge Wuqing immediately stood up and sternly stopped him.

And in the open space, Zheng Qiu waited for quite a while, but no one came forward to announce the end of the competition.

He scratched his head, turned around and poked Ge An on the ground again.

Before he could squat down, he saw Ge An's dark face, with eyes the size of copper bells, staring straight at him, full of anger.

Gulu, Zheng Qiu's throat moved, and the sound of swallowing saliva was clearly audible. A strong emotion of fear welled up in my heart, and my whole body seemed to be standing in the snow in the twelfth lunar month, icy cold.

Ge An's eyelids blinked, Zheng Qiu woke up instantly, run, it's too late!

He turned around, and just as he took half a step, a strong wave of air hit from behind, followed by Ge An's angry roar.

The air wave hit Zheng Qiu's back, pushing him far away,

He turned somersaults in the air, dancing and falling ten feet away.

Cough, cough, fell to the ground, the violent impact made Zheng Qiu breathless. He struggled to sit up, and found that his left foot was completely useless, and there was severe pain in his ankle. He didn't know if he had hurt his bones.

As soon as he sat up, another fist-thick air column hit him on the shoulder, knocking him to the ground, the back of his head hit the ground heavily, and the sky was full of stars before his eyes.

Ge An came over aggressively, raised his leg, and stepped on Zheng Qiu's head.

"Stinky boy, you actually made me so embarrassed. Today, I let you know how powerful you are. Don't even think about having a whole bone in your body!"

Zheng Qiu repeatedly begged for mercy: "Don't! Don't! I admit defeat, can't I admit defeat?"

Ge An touched the still stinging cheek, picked up the hammer and shouted: "You have a good idea, you should leave your life here today!"

"Then, before you start, can, can you listen to me?"

Ge An stopped the momentum of the hammer, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Fart, let go!"

"The heavens are in all directions, the gods have orders, clay figurines take my shape, water and fire are hard to get close to, and swords and soldiers don't touch clothes!" Zheng Qiu didn't say anything else, but recited the mantra of the clay figurines curse.

Ge An was taken aback for a moment, isn't this the mantra for recruiting clay figurines? What is this kid doing reciting formulas?

Just when Ge An was hesitating, a large piece of brown mist suddenly emerged from his trouser legs, and the mist quickly turned into mud and molded into the shape of clay figurines.

Ge An didn't have time to get out of the area shrouded in mist, surrounded by a large piece of soil, and directly molded into one with the clay figurines.

The clay figurine is not small, Ge An only has a head and a foot that stepped on Zheng Qiu exposed, and the rest of the place is firmly covered by the clay figurine.

Zheng Qiu removed his head from under Ge An's feet, sat on the ground and coughed non-stop.

Ge An's two attacks just now made him almost lose his breath, but his body was still moving, and he didn't seem to have suffered any particularly serious injuries. Maybe it was the "wood spirit"'s recovery ability that was at work.

Ge An stared at Zheng Qiu angrily, as if he wanted to eat people. He didn't know when Zheng Qiu stuffed the spell into his trouser leg, and he didn't want to know.

Ge An roared angrily: "Bastard, do you think this clay figurine can trap me? Just dream!"

Bright blue flames emerged from his exposed head and feet, obviously trying to use his skills to break through the clay figurine.

However, as soon as he practiced the exercises, his mouth was blocked by a ball of paper.

Zheng Qiu sat on the ground, moved to the side of the figurine, raised his left hand high, and threw the paper ball of the figurine hidden in his sleeve into Ge An's mouth.

"This is the curse-patterned paper for the sword-blocking earthen figurine curse. You are not allowed to exercise your kung fu, or I will recite the mantra to fill your stomach with mud."

As Zheng Qiu said, he also picked up the small hammer dropped by the opponent, and used the handle of the hammer to push the ball of paper into Ge An's mouth.

With such a big ball of paper stuffed in his mouth, Ge An couldn't speak a single word, he hurriedly stopped practicing, joking, the mantra is so long, no matter how much you say it, it's faster than practicing it!