More than ten days passed quickly.

Mo Liancheng refined three ninth-grade elixirs and two eighth-grade elixirs.

Zhufeng was already messy in the wind. Who is this person? He is simply a monster.

The last day of competition.

Mo Liancheng went out and brought Xiao Mengmeng in. When Zhufeng clearly saw Mo Liancheng disappear, but suddenly saw another "Mo Liancheng" carelessly coming in, he was really shocked and almost fainted.

He is really old, his eyes are dazzled... he is dizzy.

Xiao Mengmeng narrowed her peach blossom eyes, stared at this weird person, and then walked around him.

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After Mo Liancheng went out, he also left the secret room. In the past half month, three more people had come up to the seventh floor. Bai Shuiling had gone to the eighth floor in the morning, and there seemed to be an elder who had also gone up to the eighth floor. So, Mo Liancheng put away

The refined seventh-grade elixir must have failed.

The game is over.

In terms of time, Mo Liancheng was in third place. Bai Shuiling was first, and another Danta elder was second.

Not long after, he saw the old madman.

The old madman looked him up and down and said, "What are you kid doing? You actually spent more than half a month on the seventh floor."

"Uh... we need to keep a low profile."

"..." The old madman ignored him.

If they wanted to keep a low profile this time, they wouldn't have a chance. The people on the other side might have been targeting him for a long time. But after thinking about it carefully, the old madman felt that it made sense. If he didn't win first place, he could just sit back and watch the tigers fight for a while.

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After registering, Mo Liancheng left the pagoda and left.

The old madman also followed, and now the old madman did not dare to let Mo Liancheng out of sight for a moment.

The two of them went back together directly.

There were also some people on the road who greeted each other or nodded, but they didn't pay much attention to them.

After this ranking match, the Alchemy God Conference will be held in three days.

Go in and close the door.

Mo Liancheng lay down on the couch and took a rest, "I'm so exhausted, elder, you should take a rest too."

"You're on the seventh floor, haven't you slept?" He thought the kid had been sleeping, but when he came out he looked like he hadn't rested for a long time and was extremely tired. "There's no one watching now, so you don't have to pretend.

"

"I'm not pretending, I'm really tired." He has been refining elixirs in Jiuxiao Pagoda and hasn't rested yet. Is he not tired? After thinking about it, Mo Liancheng took out a ninth-grade elixir and another one.

The eighth-grade ones, these two were both holy medicines for wounds, so he gave them to the old madman.

Soon, the old madman knew what he had done.

It's just that I haven't slept for a while yet.

Someone came from outside and announced that the tower owner wanted to see Mo Liancheng.

The old madman went out, but Mo Liancheng did not come out. He only heard the old madman say in a strange manner: "The boy lay down and fell asleep as soon as he came back. He probably wouldn't wake up even if there was a thunder. Don't you know, the tower owner, that a person who has been competing for a month?

Aren’t there many people who aren’t tired?”

It's obvious that you don't have good intentions when you call someone over at this time.

The old madman didn't want Mo Liancheng to go there, and Mo Liancheng didn't want to go either.

Mo Liancheng still had concerns about Sima Zhong's strength, not to mention that it was not appropriate to have a head-on conflict with him at this moment.

Just because Mo Liancheng didn't go to see Sima Zhong, it didn't mean that Sima Zhong wouldn't come over.

It was night, and a figure quietly appeared in the hall.

The old madman suddenly opened his eyes while pretending to sleep and looked at the door, "Who is it?"

"Senior brother, you are well."

"Ha, it's really sad that everyone is here at Danta, but they still say goodbye and are fine."
Chapter completed!