Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Upon hearing this, Sang Huaiyuan was immediately furious. He widened his eyes, pointed at Gong Shaoyou and shouted,

"Hmph! You are such a hypocritical and shameless villain, how dare you accuse me of betraying my teacher and ancestors? It's obviously you who are narrow-minded and jealous. You can't stand the fact that I am more talented and better than you, so you use your father's power to slander me. Who is more shameless? In such a dirty and filthy place, you still want to control me. Tsk, tsk, tsk, the humblest people are invincible." Sang Huaiyuan was furious. As long as he didn't meet the people of Danzong, he was a gentle and humble person.

But whenever he met someone from Dan Zong, he was like a fire-breathing dragon. He would not give face to someone from Dan Zong at all, and he had torn off Gong Shaoyou's fig leaf in public many times.

Since Sang Huaiyuan stood up again, especially after he became a respected master, he not only had his own strength, but also had the support of a great family. He was no longer timid when facing people from Danzong. So whenever he met someone from Danzong, no matter who they were, he would confront them head-on.

Moreover, whenever he touched Gong Shaoyou's hateful face, the unbearable memories of being forced to leave Danzong in the past came flooding back like a tide, and every detail appeared so clearly before his eyes.

At that time, I was powerless, lost, helpless and hopeless. Fortunately, after experiencing countless inner struggles and pains, I finally got myself together after much effort.

Not only that, with his unremitting efforts and persistent pursuit of alchemy, he finally possessed enough strength to trample the once arrogant Gong Shaoyou under his feet. Every time he thought of this, he would feel an indescribable sense of joy in his heart.

And this time, this ignorant fellow actually had the guts to come and participate in the competition. Humph, in that case, then I'll trample him into the mud.

"Sang Huaiyuan, stop talking nonsense. Don't forget that you also..." Wu Bufan wanted to teach Sang Huaiyuan a lesson, but he was interrupted by Li Siyan before he could finish his words.

"Shut up, have you forgotten where this is?"

Suddenly, several people stopped fighting. Gong Shaoyou glared at Sang Huaiyuan fiercely and stopped fighting temporarily. Who knew that the next moment he heard Li Siyan say lightly,

"Let me introduce to you all, this is Master Fu Ling'er, who is also a contestant in this year's Dan King Competition," Fu Ling'er's identity was stated in one sentence.

"Tsk, just her? You still respect your teacher? Women should stay where they should be, like... hehe..." Gong Shaoyou leaned back on the chair, looking at Fu Ling'er with disdain and vulgarity and sneered. But before he finished speaking, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if there was an icy knife hanging over his head, and he couldn't help but feel a chill on his spine.

Strong murderous aura, who is it? Gong Shaoyou felt that he was being targeted, and he couldn't find the person. The strong sense of crisis made him dare not move anymore, and he was completely silent.

When the other masters heard this, they were also shocked. Such a young master? They could see that Fu Ling'er's bone age was not very old. They all looked at Fu Ling'er with different thoughts.

Facing the scrutiny of the crowd, Fu Ling'er remained calm and let them watch.

She had been here for a while, and based on her observation of these people, she felt that none of them were simple people.

The atmosphere between the three quarreling masters was tense, with undercurrents surging and unpredictable, and each of them wished to trample the other under his feet.

As for those who didn't speak, although their communication seemed polite, the sharpness hidden behind the smile was chilling. Sometimes, an inadvertent eye contact can instantly ignite a silent war.

A seemingly ordinary word can also become the fuse that triggers a conflict. The relationship between these teachers seems to be friendly, but facing the upcoming competition, the relationship between them becomes increasingly tense and subtle.

Fu Ling'er knew that it was Wanqi Yuan who took action, but since they were on the stage, it was not convenient for her to do anything, so she let it go for the time being.

"Master Fu, don't bother with that guy. He is a reckless scoundrel. We will defeat him on the stage later and make him unable to raise his head." Li Siyan explained in a low voice. He saw the murderous intent in Fu Ling'er's eyes just now. He was afraid that if he didn't persuade Fu Ling'er in time, she would suddenly attack and then it would end badly.

"Oh, President Li, you're too polite," Fu Ling'er nodded, then curled the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile. She didn't even glance at Gong Shaoyou.

The referees above were undercurrents, and the alchemists below were also working in full swing.

The Third Elder saw that the hourglass beside him was almost at the bottom, so he quickly rang the bell to remind the alchemists below that time had entered the final stage.

However, the next moment, in the square near the middle of the field, a man stopped and extinguished the pill fire, and the pill was successfully refined. Then, the man next to him also finished refining, and the two smiled at each other, then took the refined pill to the high platform, nodded to the referee's seat, and went down to the rest platform.

"Huayang, these are your two disciples, right? They are indeed better than you, both of them are good, and have the same style as you did back then. Why don't I have your good luck?" Zhuo Yue said enviously as he looked at the two people passing by.

The profession of alchemist is not like other professions where there is a saying "teach the apprentice and starve the master".

On the contrary, if an alchemist can train a promising apprentice, it is a great thing that can bring glory to himself. After all, people often have deeper respect and admiration for those masters who can teach outstanding apprentices.

In this way, the master will not only become famous, but will even be recorded in history and become an object of admiration for future generations.

Because of this, when he saw the two men who had just walked by, he couldn't help but feel envious. The two of them followed Huayang, and their every move revealed an extraordinary temperament. It was obvious that they had already grasped the essence of alchemy, and they would definitely have a bright future.

On the other hand, although he also had several disciples, he still had no disciples as amazing as Huayang and his two disciples. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh secretly, wondering when he would be lucky enough to have disciples as enviable as Huayang.

“Haha, Master Zhuoyue, thank you for the compliment. It’s all their own hard work. It didn’t cause me any trouble,” Master Huayang smiled modestly, his tone full of pride.

The alchemists below took the refined pills and walked up to the stage one by one, placing them in front of the judges.

The third elder looked at the stopped hourglass, rang the bell for the last time, and announced that the time was up. There were still a few alchemists who had not finished refining. They all stopped what they were doing, all of them were dejected and annoyed. They had already lost the qualification to participate in the next round of competition.