C1169 (1/2)
”Feng Chen, you were assassinated last night and didn't have a good rest. You have to be very careful during today's match. Don't challenge the difficulty too high, or you might have an accident.”
The Heaven Viewing Pavilion looked at Ye Chenfeng, who slowly walked out of the room with a calm expression. They were slightly worried that the assassination attempt last night would affect his competition.
”Rest assured Master Hou, I've rested well!”
Because Ye Chenfeng's match yesterday was too stunning, quite a few pill refiners took the initiative to greet him. The Holy Son of Fire Spirit couldn't help but have a hint of coldness in his eyes as he looked at the pill refiners surrounding Ye Chenfeng.
”Feng Chen, I'll immediately let you know about something. If you stand tall, you'll fall even harder. I'll make you kneel on the ground like a dog and kowtow to me.”
The Fire Spirit Holy Son had gained a lot, which greatly increased his alchemy skills. At that moment, he was completely confident that he could refine the Seven Stripes, or even the Eight Lines Ancient Dao Pill and defeat Ye Zifeng.
”Buzz buzz buzz!”
Just as the 179 apothecaries arrived, the entrance to the Skyfire Realm opened. Without any hesitation, everyone flew into the sky and entered the Skyfire Realm, which was extremely hot.
When the Fire Spirit Holy Son chose a good stone platform, Ye Zichen chose one that was right beside him. This caused the Fire Spirit Holy Son to frown slightly, then look towards Ye Chenfeng, who was beside him.
”Flame Spirit, you will lose for sure!”
Facing the Fire Spirit Holy Son's gaze, Ye Chenfeng revealed a hint of a confident smile and spoke in spoken words.
”Isn't it too early to talk about winning or losing, and I don't know what your confidence depends on?” The Holy Son wasn't angry. Instead, he spoke his mind in a tit for tat manner.
”Flame Spirit, if I'm not wrong, the highest target you can set for yourself is the top ten rankings for this alchemy competition!” Ye Chenfeng said in spoken language.
”What? Do you think you have the strength to make it into the top ten?” The Holy Son revealed a mocking smile as he sent a mental message.
”No, you're wrong. To rush into the top ten is such a low goal. I never thought that my lowest goal would be the third place in the Alchemy Competition and my real goal would be the first place!” Ye Chenfeng shook his head, his delicate face revealed a smile of ”who else” as he said that in an arrogant manner.
”First place...”
The Fire Spirit Holy Son's pupils shrank. After a short period of shock, he revealed a mocking expression. Just as he wanted to mock Ye Zichen for overestimating himself, Ye Chenfeng turned his head and stopped looking at him.
Although the Fire Spirit Holy Son did not believe Ye Chenfeng's intentions, Ye Chenfeng's words were like a thorn piercing into his heart, causing ripples to form in his heart.
”Rumble!”