Fortunately, Zhi Han did not hear Ling Chuxi's inner voice, otherwise she would probably be so angry that she would vomit blood. The first few sentences were still alright, as there was at least a little bit of appreciation, but what did the last sentence mean? first, she raised herself to an extremely high position, then stepped on her foot, and then conveniently flattered her? It was really hateful!
Zhi Han also looked at Ling Chuxi. Their eyes met and a divine light flashed at the same time.
They were all very confident that with their strength, it would not be difficult to defeat other spirit alchemists. However, if they wanted to obtain the final victory and obtain the truth cultivating grass, they had to defeat their old enemies.
Time passed by slowly and more than half of the incense stick had been burned. The speed of the other spirit alchemists was getting slower and slower. Some of them were so anxious that they were sweating profusely. They held their brushes and hesitated for a long time but still could not write a word. However, Ling Chuxi and Zhi Han still did not move their brushes.
This kind of competition was completely different from a contest of martial arts techniques and spiritual spells. There were no flashes of swords, nor were there any soaring auras. However, the atmosphere was unusually solemn.
Looking at Ling Chuxi and Zhi Han who were deep in thought, everyone, including Gu Buzhi and villa Master Yi, also had a thoughtful expression on their faces.
Everyone knew that it was basically impossible to accurately identify each type of spiritual herb from the crushed and mixed spiritual herb. Of course, to win this round, one did not need to identify each type of spiritual herb. One just needed to have one or two more types of spiritual herb than the others. However, Ling Chuxi and Zhi Han clearly did not want such a victory. They were thinking of ways to accurately identify all the spiritual herbs and defeat their opponents with a complete victory.
Looking at the two equally young and beautiful faces, the people were somewhat expectant and excited.
In the crowd, a bleak and slightly aged figure paid close attention to Ling Chuxi's face on the stage for a long time.
"I believe in you, Chuxi. You will definitely win." Ling Yichen clenched his fists. His gaze was as firm as ever.
Another half of the incense stick had been burned away, and only one-third of it had been won. It was getting closer and closer to the end of the competition. On the stage, Xu Qingyun had already put down her pen and sighed. There was a total of 100 spiritual herbs on the wooden plate in front of him. He had already identified 82 of them. This was also his limit. He could not identify the other 18 no matter what.
Although it was a pity, Xu Qingyun knew that the other alchemists 'results might not be any better than hers when she looked at their expressions. To be honest, he was quite proud of his own alchemy skills. If Ling Chuxi and zhihan had not been in this alchemy conference, he still had a high chance of winning. However, against two opponents who could refine top-notch unique grade Saint grade spirit pills, he had no hope at all. After all, those spirit pills were very rare. He could not refine it no matter what. This was the difference in strength.
Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that up until now, Ling Chuxi and zhihan had not even started writing. Instead, they were staring at each other from time to time.
"What's the meaning of this?" Xu Qingyun was a little confused. The incense stick was about to burn out, so why hadn't they made a move yet? were they staring at the clouds to see whose eyes were bigger? if that was the case, then he would be overjoyed.
Unfortunately, reality was cruel. Before Xu Qingyun's fantasies could end, Ling Chuxi and Zhi Han moved at the same time. The two of them took out their alchemy furnaces at the same time and threw the pile of spiritual herbs into them at the same time.
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