Wang An slowly walked to the competitive arena with a calm look on his face. The wind was clear and the clouds were calm, without a trace of nervousness.

"Hey, isn't this the newly-suffered disciple of Old Ancestor Shangguan?"

"Oh, why did you get a newcomer? Have you heard of this person?"

"No, it is said to be a casual cultivator! Alas, it seems that he will definitely lose..."

The moment the people below saw Wang An, they looked shocked on their faces, and then they muttered; they were talking a lot, but they all thought that Wang An would lose.

Only Xiao Ruoli stood beside his master, staring at Wang An with a quiet face, his eyes full of admiration and confidence.

"Hey, girl, you know him, you think he can win Situ Kong." Gu Ruochen frowned and glanced at his disciple's stupor.

"Hehe, Master, I bet that Senior Brother Wang An will not win 100%!" Xiao Ruoli smiled faintly, his eyes never leaving Wang An.

Seeing his apprentice so confident, a hint of surprise flashed in Gu Ruochen's eyes.

"Hehe, Master, why don't I make a bet with you? If Senior Brother Wang An wins, you can't force me to retreat in the future." Seeing his master's eyes unsure, Xiao Ruoli suddenly said.

"Haha, okay, little girl, if that little guy wins, the master will give you a thousand contributions! If you lose, you must achieve the perfection of the Golden Pill within twenty years, otherwise you will go into seclusion every day."

"Why is it twenty years?" Xiao Ruoli was filled with doubts when he heard that twenty years had passed.

"You will know then!" A hint of expectation flashed in Gu Ruochen's eyes.

"Senior Brother Situ is a guest. How can you disrespect your master as a landlord? At today's apprenticeship meeting, I dare to ask my senior brother for advice." Wang An hugged Situ Kong and said lightly.

"Haha, okay, since my junior brother is so elegant, it's just my wish! Senior Shangguan is the highest level of alchemy on your Tianquan Island, probably the disciples he has taken are not ordinary people." A sharp light flashed in Situ Kong's eyes, and his aura was domineering.

At this moment, everyone finally understood that Situ Kong's ultimate goal was actually Wang An; probably the other party was deliberately embarrassing Shangguan Haotian. If the disciple he had just accepted was directly defeated by someone, not only would the face of the master and apprentice be greatly damaged, but it would probably have a huge impact on his Taoist heart.

"Senior brother, today we will refine a furnace of the most common infant elixir." Wang An said with a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, I'll do whatever you want, just make a decision! Then make a baby pill." Situ Kong's face obviously had a hint of surprise, and he said without any mind with a wave of his hand.

The monks outside the field heard that Wang An wanted to refine the infant elixir, and everyone's faces were bleak for a moment.

If Wang An refined other pills, everyone might still have a glimmer of hope in their hearts, but when they said the baby-killing pill, everyone's last illusion was defeated.

The Infant Killing Pill contains the Taoist rhyme of the laws of heaven and earth. Even a master of alchemy dares to guarantee that he can successfully refine it. Wang An, a person who is suspected to be an alchemy master, actually wants to compete with a genuine alchemy master of Yaoguang Holy Sect to make the Infant Killing Pill. Is this a newborn calf not afraid of a tiger, or is it arrogant and ignorant?

At this time, Wang An gave the impression of many guests to the end. He was honored by Tianquan Island, but he was like a joke.

Shangguan Haotian, who was below, was dark as charcoal at this time, but he obediently gave Wang An the medicinal materials needed for the Infant-Graining Pill, but he looked at Wang An with disappointment.

Just then Gu Ruochen showed a hint of melancholy in his eyes, and as he stared at Wang An, he was as cold as if he was looking at a clown.

"If you can't refine elixirs, get out!"

"Hmph, it's embarrassing. I think it's great to be a disciple of the ancestor Shangguan."

"Oh, Tianquan Sect really doesn't know the importance of it!"

Seeing Wang An awkwardly counting the medicinal materials on it, he was already cursing below with impatientness. Situ Kong, opposite Wang An, looked at Wang An coldly. He swept his spiritual sense and had already counted the medicinal materials, but Wang An actually counted the medicinal materials with his hands, and occasionally smelled them. Wang An carefully weighed each medicinal material.

Wang An seemed to completely ignore others, and the old god freely counted the medicinal materials; the amount, age and efficacy of the medicinal materials had been lost, and under the sensing of Wang An's Hundred Herbs and Thousand Flowers Art, they were all clear.

He naturally heard the sarcasm of others, but at this time he was the most powerless to justify, and he could only use shocking results to make others shut up forever.

"Master, don't you believe Senior Brother Wang anymore?" Xiao Ruoli looked at his master's gloomy expression and said coquettishly with some displeasure.

"Oh, look at how he counted the medicinal materials, his alchemy level might not be high, and this game is gone." Gu Ruochen's beautiful cold flashed and flashed. "Why don't you want him to win?"

"Hmph, you can wait, wait and be surprised!" Xiao Ruoli turned around and looked at Wang An as if he was acting coquettishly, and no longer paid attention to Gu Ruochen.

After counting the medicinal materials, Wang An did not use the medicine cauldron here, nor the Shennong cauldron; he just took out a magic weapon-level medicine cauldron that Mu Tianhan once gave him.

After Wang An put the medicinal materials into the medicine cauldron, the true fire of Samadhi surged, and the runes of the entire medicine cauldron lingered, and a mysterious Taoist rhyme flashed.

At this moment, something unexpected happened to everyone.

Wang An's aura changed, and a solemn and steady aura became more on his body.

As he muttered something, the great alchemy technique in his hand slowly came out, and the spiritual energy in the void surged, gradually gathering into a red cloud, and countless fire spiritual energy rushed into the underworld.

Wang An's face moved, and his fingers seldom came into the medicine cauldron; the alchemy technique changed, the fire spirit surged, the air twisted, the spiritual energy rolled in the air, and finally turned into flame birds, runes lingering, an ancient aura flowed, and the mysterious Taoist rhyme rolled in.

"Chirky..."

In the air, countless birds of thumb-sized flames were flying, and the whole body was composed of flame runes, emitting a rolling rhyme. The birds of flames made a sound and turned into nine huge birds and fell into the medicine cauldron. The medicinal materials in the medicine cauldron gradually melted under the guidance of the alchemy technique.

Every time Wang An exerted the alchemy technique, countless flame birds would turn into nine-headed giant birds and fall into the medicine cauldron.

"What kind of alchemy is this?"

Everyone was shocked when they saw Wang An's casting spells; the magical alchemy technique and powerful Taoist rhyme seemed to be completely different from the alchemy technique here in the Xuantulu Realm.

At this time, everyone looked at Wang An, and a hint of hope gradually rose in their eyes.

Wang An's hand, Nine Phoenixes, is the inheritance of Shennong. Not to mention that no one knows what kind of alchemy technique is in the Xuan Turtle Domain where the alchemy has withered, no one will recognize it in Jinlingzhou.
Chapter completed!