410: C410 Was There Enough Time?

C410 Was There Enough Time?

Ying Ann and the other three began concocting pills, while Yang Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, looking like he was cultivating.

When the thousands of people in the square saw this scene, they shook their heads, feeling that Yang Fan could not withstand any setbacks. He had just encountered some difficulties, yet he was about to give up.

From time to time, Bian Ru Feng would look at the fat youth with a provocative and mocking gaze.

That gaze seemed to be saying, Get ready, we'll use that hand to cash the bet later.

The fat young man pursed his lips. At first, he was still able to remain calm.

However, when he saw that Ying Ann and the other three had successfully concocted the first pill and then started meditating to recover, cold sweat started to form on his back.

This time, he was really going to fail.

The price he had to pay was a single hand!

About an hour later, Ying Ann and the others began to concoct the second Fantasy Yin Pill.

Yang Fan was still sitting cross-legged on the ground. When everyone saw this, they were almost certain that Yang Fan had really given up.

"This is the number one God Refining Stage in Nineteen Prefectures?" Bian Ru Feng sneered, "With such a disposition, I wonder how he managed to cultivate to such a level."

Then, he looked at the fat young man and said with a smile, "Now, you still have time to prepare yourself. I will not show you any mercy later."

He wanted to vent all the anger he had received from Yang Fan on this ignorant guy!

It was a stupid thing to bet with Yang Fan because he had won the championship.

The fat youth was anxious, but he didn't want to lose. He coldly harrumphed and said, "The competition isn't over yet. Why are you so happy so early?"

"Heh, then we'll just wait and see." Bian Ru Feng chuckled.

Ying Ann and the other three began refining the second Fantasy Yin Pill.

Time continued to pass, and a muffled sound rang out. Everyone hurriedly looked over, and discovered that Wen Renmiao's second attempt had failed.

Wen Renmiao's expression changed slightly. He did not immediately begin refining the pill again. Instead, he meditated to restore his condition. At this moment, he was most fearful of anxiety.

Not long after, Dongxia's second attempt also failed.

In the end, only Ying Ann and Yao Yi managed to successfully concoct the second Fantasy Yin Pill.

At this moment, Yang Fan was still sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.

The sun was slowly descending, and the evening was slowly approaching. After Ying Ann and Yao Yi refined the second Fantasy Yin Pill, they began to meditate and recover.

Wen Renmiao and Dong Xia, who had failed previously, once again began concocting pills.

The longer they waited, the more certain they were that Yang Fan had given up. If he had done this intentionally at the beginning, it would have attracted everyone's attention.

Now, it was basically certain that Yang Fan had given up on this match.

The fat youth sighed in his heart. His originally bloated body seemed to have lost its vigor and vitality as he received two points.

Although the fat youth was wearing a wide raincoat and a bamboo hat, Bian Ru Feng could still feel the changes in the former.

He immediately laughed and said, "Do you regret it now? I can give you a chance. As long as you kneel down and admit your mistake later, I won't take your hand anymore."

The fat young man still refused to admit defeat, and said with a cold smile, "I said, don't be happy too early. The time isn't over yet. What will happen in the end? I can't say for sure. "

"Tsk tsk, you're still being stubborn!" Bian Ru Feng clicked his tongue and stopped talking.

When the competition was over, he would slowly deal with this guy.

The third set of medicinal herbs, Wenren Miao, failed once again. Dong Xia succeeded. Instantly, Wenren Miao's expression became even more solemn. He felt the pressure.

There were only two sets of medicinal herbs left.

Ying Ann and Yao Yi had already recovered from their injuries. Then, they began refining again.

However, the third Fantasy Yin Pill, both of them failed.

It was already evening. Only the sun was still hanging in the sky.

Everyone looked at Yang Fan. The latter was still silent. It seemed like this was the end of his act.

They had thought that there would be an exciting alchemy showdown. But because Yang Fan was missing, this degree of excitement was immediately reduced by more than half.

What they wanted to see was how the arrogant Yang Fan's alchemy standards were.

But in the end, as soon as the competition began, Yang Fan started cultivating. The competition was regarded as a cultivation competition, which made everyone extremely disappointed.

The fat youth sighed in his heart. The only impulse he had was because of someone else. However, in the end, he had to pay the price with one hand.

"Look!"

Suddenly, a young man standing in front pointed at Yang Fan.

In an instant, thousands of eyes turned to ___.

Instantly, everyone saw Yang Fan slowly opening his tightly shut eyes. His pitch-black pupils seemed to have two vortices that swallowed their eyes.

They even felt as if their divine souls were being pulled in.

Everyone shivered and quickly shifted their gaze away, not daring to look into Yang Fan's eyes.

"Phew! I didn't expect that under such circumstances, I would actually comprehend the soul law." Yang Fan let out a long breath and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Soul Law was also a type of Peak Laws.

Although he had only comprehended a small part of it, it still strengthened his overall strength.

However, now that it was the Grand Pill Competition, Yang Fan quickly withdrew his thoughts and ignited his Pill Fire once again.

At this moment, the sun had completely set, and the moon had yet to rise. There were still five hours before dawn. After comprehending the soul law, Yang Fan's control of the divine soul became even better.

Thus, the speed at which he refined high-grade Medicine Pill became even faster.

Ten hours should be enough for him!

But when the other people saw Yang Fan open his eyes, they first smiled excitedly. Then, they stimulated the Pill Fire, as if they were preparing to refine a pill.

They were all somewhat unable to react.

At this time, Yang Fan was going to start refining pills again?

Since they had already chosen to give up, they should give up until the end. What was the meaning of suddenly concocting pills at this time?

Everyone was completely confused by Yang Fan.

Furthermore, it was already too late to start concocting pills now.1

High-grade Alchemist was refining a high-grade Medicine Pill at a faster speed, and it would take him about four hours. From now on, Yang Fan could only refine two Fantasy Yin Pills at most.

Furthermore, this was to ensure that they would all succeed.

But was this possible?

It was clearly impossible!

Otherwise, if Yang Fan really had such skill in alchemy, he wouldn't have deliberately meditated and cultivated at the beginning. He would definitely fight for the championship.

Bian Ru Feng smiled at the fat young man and said, "Yang Fan wants to concoct pills again now. Aren't you going to cheer him up loudly? Maybe he can succeed once more and not be so shameful."

The fat youth's face twitched, and he ignored Bian Ru Feng's sarcasm.

Although he didn't know why Yang Fan would start concocting pills at this moment. But because of the time, it was absolutely impossible for him to win the championship.

"This time, not only did he lose, he also lost thoroughly..." The fat youth sighed in his heart, a bitter smile on his face behind the bamboo hat and veil.

Yang Fan did not care what the others were thinking. In any case, he had put all his concentration into concocting pills.

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