Chapter 151: The Second Round of Competition 2

"The tenth place, I think no one would have thought of it. This person was the one who renovated the magical continuation yesterday. The No. 68 contestant was killed by the head of the clinic, Lan Wenxuan! Everyone was stunned when he announced the announcement. I don't know who took the lead and applause. The hall suddenly burst into applause.

Lan Wenxuan was also stunned at this time, and never expected to call him a judge. This situation was much more beneficial to him. He glanced at the judges on the high platform one by one. At this time, he found that King Wutong was winking at him. Lan Wenxuan looked at his smile and immediately understood in his heart that the top ten judges were won by King Wutong for him.

Shui Ruohan's face was ashen at this time, and An Tianxiang's face looked even more ferocious, staring at the No. 68 box and staring at it fiercely.

Lan Wude made another quiet gesture and continued, "Everyone has no objection, right?" The hall was quiet, because Lan Wenxuan's continuous sprinkle was too magical yesterday. It was more than enough to refine such a magical alchemist and be a judge!

"How can a contestant be a judge? How can he judge the drug refining?" Everyone followed the voice and found that the two of them were wearing blue shirts in the No. 90 box, both of whom were around forty years old and dressed basically the same. The only difference was that one of them had a pattern embroidered on the neckline and the other pattern was on the chest. The person who spoke was the one with the pattern embroidered on the chest. When Lan Wenxuan saw the pattern, he knew it in his heart. This was the person from the Crystal Palace! Lan Wenxuan thought to himself: "This Lan family's potion competition is getting more and more interesting, and I don't know what the final result will be.

When An Tianxiang on the high platform saw that someone objected, he immediately stood up like a stimulant and said to Lan Wude: "Master of the Lan family, is this not in compliance with the regulations?"

Lan Wude turned around and looked at An Tianxiang with an expressionless face, and said indifferently: "What do you say to the Master An? Can you refine such a magical potion and not be qualified to be a judge?" After hearing Lan Wude's question, everyone looked at An Tianxiang with their eyes in unison.

An Tianxiang hurriedly said, "The master of the No. 90 box below has already said that he is not only a judge, but also a contestant. What if he is going to choose the potion he has refined? Self-recommendation? What is the difference between cheating?" An Tianxiang said, staring at the No. 68 box, with a treacherous look on his face.

Even Lan Wenxuan didn't have time to defend himself. At this time, Wutong Wang Teng stood up and shouted in a pissy voice: "Fuck, can you cheat with the magical potion of the owner of Lan Pavilion? Is your An family not participating in the competition? Then, are you, the judge, suspected of cheating?" Wutong Wang didn't take An Tianxiang seriously at all, and shouted at An Tianxiang in front of tens of thousands of people.

At this time, the first man in brocade robe on the left frowned and said in a deep voice: "Zeqian!" King Wutong heard the emperor's shout, glared at An Tianxiang fiercely, and sat down reluctantly.

At this time, the man in the brocade robe said again: "This competition is hosted by the Lan family and has nothing to do with anyone. It is up to the head of the Lan family to decide everything." This voice seemed a bit majestic. When he said this, he glanced at An Tianxiang who had just jumped up and down, and sat down without saying anything. At this time, An Tianxiang honestly retreated back to his position.

Shui Ruohan looked at the play as if it was nothing to do with him, but he glared fiercely at the person who was looking for trouble in the box No. 90, the middle-aged man in green calmed down obediently.

Lan Wude looked at An Tianxiang who was sitting back in his original position with disdain, and continued: "Now the competition has begun, there will be a soldier who once defended the country and protected the border in each box. It can be said that they survived the warriors who survived through the sea of ​​swords and fire. Although they survived, these people had injuries of varying degrees, and they could also be said to be disabled soldiers." Hearing Lan Wude said, there was a lot of discussion around him. Lan Wude retreated aside, said a few words in the ear of the man in brocade, and sat in his own position.

At this time, the Jinyi Man stood up again and said with a cough and cough: "Everyone must be thinking that there has been no war on the Haozhou Continent for hundreds of thousands of years. Where did so many wounded people come from? Do you know how many small countries are around the Liwu Empire? Although there are no major wars, there are often minor wars. These disabled soldiers are all from the battlefield. Today, taking advantage of the opportunity of the Lan family's potion competition, I hope that all the masters can help heal some of the soldiers who once defended the country and protected the border. I would like to thank all the masters here." The Jinyi Man bowed to the bottom and was suddenly in an uproar around him.

Seeing him get up, he said, "On the other hand, it is to use the degree of the wounded to diagnose whether it has passed." After saying the last sentence, he retreated and sat in his original position.

At this time, a group of people walked into the outside, and everyone was stunned. They saw these people, missing arms and legs, with scars on their faces, and looked ferocious. Some timid women screamed. They had never seen them on the streets before, but they were just one of them. Now this was a group, and it seemed like hell. Each wounded man seemed to be a ghost in hell. Even Lan Wenxuan was frightened, and Nangong Xianger had turned her face away.

All the wounded were unable to see the expression on their faces, and walked into the private rooms in an orderly manner.

At this time, the wounded limped into the No. 68 box. His actual age was impossible to tell, because he had dozens of wounds on his face, his lips were turned out, and his body was covered with a brown animal skin. As soon as he came in, he brought in an unpleasant smell. Seeing him looking at Lan Wenxuan and Nangong Xianger, he sat down carelessly.

But the man's eyes seemed to have already accepted his fate, and Lan Wenxuan sighed in his heart.

Seeing the wounded walking into the box, Lan Wude stood up again and said, "The competition begins now, with two hours limits." Even at this time, many people still did not recover. The visual impact was too great to give them just now.

Lan Wenxuan glanced at the wounded man sitting on the chair and asked lightly: "What's his name!" The man looked at Lan Wenxuan with disdain and continued to remain silent.

Lan Wenxuan frowned and said lightly: "If you don't say anything, you may be your luck to meet me. If you miss this opportunity, you will regret it for life." After that, Lan Wenxuan ignored the wounded and began to sort out various herbs for refining the eyes of the sterilizer. Although he did not check the degree of injury of the wounded, he had probably seen that the person's injuries were so serious that Lan Wenxuan could not believe that the big tendon on his left foot was broken, and almost all of them were displaced in the internal organs, and cracks were still on his lungs. This person's life is a miracle. There are more than a hundred wounds on his body that have not been treated well, which looks particularly ferocious. If he is not treated in time, he will be at risk of life at any time.

There is only one way now. The first step is to restore the five internal organs, the second part is to repair the internal organs, repair the meridians, and the third step is to die before life. Don’t underestimate these three steps. Each step is crucial. Resetting the five internal organs must regenerate the pill. To repair the internal organs, the meridians must use their own true qi to help heal. After death, the wounds in the whole body must be cleared open, and the rejuvenation pill is used to sprinkle on the wound, which is conducive to the rapid recovery of the wound. After that, the pill of the person must restore the original appearance.

Seeing Lan Wenxuan preparing medicinal materials, the wounded still had no fluctuations in his expression. Nangong Xianger said angrily: "You are really ungrateful. You are lucky to meet Wenxuan this time. If others ask for it, you can't come. If you don't want to treat it, you can change someone."

The soldier twitched his lips, looked at Nangong Xianger coldly, and then said, "Now I am just a tool in your competition. Why bother to say more!" His voice seemed very hoarse, as if an old man who had experienced the wind and frost of the world in his twilight years.

His words made Lan Wenxuan stunned, and he immediately understood why these remnants came in and everyone had almost the same expression on their faces. It turned out that the alchemists here regarded them all as jealous mice. Lan Wenxuan pondered for a moment, sighed, and said, "I don't care what others will do, but the patients in your hands will make you recover as before." Hearing Lan Wenxuan's words, the wounded still looked at Lan Wenxuan with a disdainful expression.

Lan Wenxuan smiled bitterly and said in a deep voice: "I know that nothing is useful now, and you won't believe it. You can only prove it with actions..." At this point, Lan Wenxuan ignored the wounded and prepared the Chinese medicinal materials before sitting down cross-legged. At this time, he noticed that there were many people in the No. 68 box, and even the emperor was watching Lan Wenxuan's every move. Lan Wenxuan didn't care...

Seeing that everything was ready, he turned to Nangong Xianger and said, "Xiang'er will protect my brother today. Don't ask anyone to disturb me before the refining is successful."

Lan Wenxuan slowly gathered his mind and slowly entered the state of selflessness. Only medicinal materials and medicinal cauldrons were left in his eyes, heart, and even in the vast universe. Then the medicinal materials were put into the Jiuxuan Cauldron one by one. Using the true fire in the furnace, all of them had been refined in less than a stick of incense. His spiritual sense controls the refined medicinal materials in the cauldron began to be purified...

The stamina pill itself is a elixir against the sky, and it also has its extraordinary features during the refining process. At this time, a wisp of white smoke appeared from the Jiuxuan Cauldron, and the fragrance in the smoke was swelling and slowly spread.

The warrior sitting on the chair was like a dead man. When he smelled this fragrance, he was filled with energy. He looked at Lan Wenxuan, who was sitting on the ground in surprise, and then his eyes turned on the small alchemy furnace, slowly becoming more and more excited.

At this time, he noticed that there were more and more people in the box No. 68. Master Shao was checking the wounded on one side. He sniffed, was startled, turned his head to look at Lan Wenxuan, and then sniffed a few more times, with a look of jealousy on his face, staring blankly at the wisps of smoke floating upwards.

"What's wrong with Master? The man next to Master Shao asked in a deep voice. At this time, Master Shao came to his senses and retreated his eyes from Lan Wenxuan unwillingly. He looked at the person in front of him and said respectfully: "The young man named Lan may have refined another magical medicine, or even a pill!"

"What? How is that possible!" The man next to Master Shao exclaimed in dismay.
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